She s on the horizon I go two steps, she moves two steps away. I walk ten steps and the horizon runs ten steps ahead. No matter how much I walk, I ll never reach her. What good is utopia? That s what: it s good for walking. Eduardo Galeano
She s on the horizon I go two steps, she moves two steps away. I walk ten steps and the horizon runs ten steps ahead. No matter how much I walk, I ll never reach her. What good is utopia? That s what: it s good for walking. Eduardo Galeano
No one would own the data. No one could submit patent applications, though private companies would ultimately profit from any drugs or imaging tests developed as a result of the effort. It was unbelievable, said Dr. John Q. Trojanowski, an Alzheimer s researcher at the University of Pennsylvania. It s not science the way most of us have practiced it in our careers. But we all realized that we would never get biomarkers unless all of us parked our egos and intellectual-property noses outside the door and agreed that all of our data would be public immediately.
No one would own the data. No one could submit patent applications, though private companies would ultimately profit from any drugs or imaging tests developed as a result of the effort. It was unbelievable, said Dr. John Q. Trojanowski, an Alzheimer s researcher at the University of Pennsylvania. It s not science the way most of us have practiced it in our careers. But we all realized that we would never get biomarkers unless all of us parked our egos and intellectual-property noses outside the door and agreed that all of our data would be public immediately.
The Portella de Baiau, during our 2008 trip
For a whole month, we'll be mostly disconnected from everything else that
isn't our knee ache, our blisters, the Sun over our heads or where to get
food. It's the first time I leave on a hiking trip as long and tough as this
one, and I feel both uncertainty and eagerness. We've been so busy during the
last few months that we've been unable to train at all for this, and I'm
probably in the worst physical condition in a decade. It's too late
to take care of that now, so we'll try to take good care of our legs and
spine.
In order to get back home in the Mediterranean, we'll have to
be fast, some days joining two stages and skipping a few that we know are not
that interesting (sections over asphalt, etc.). It's hard to make it in just
one month, but we'll try our best. The plan is going to sleep not long after sunset, getting up at dawn, to be able to walk for a decent time before the heat
starts being a handicap and just resting at midday, when the Sun is
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Of course, this means that I'm missing, yet again, this year's edition
of DebConf in New York City, which is
really sad because I was looking forward hanging around with
Mako,
Mika,
Biella, micah,
Clint and the rest of the
NYC/
Boston gang, but when
the idea of doing a long trip this summer popped up around January, it was
clear DebConf seemed unlikely this year. I hope all of you have a lot of
fun, and see you in a few weeks!
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