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You were cold I blamed you You were dead I blamed me You looked mute I felt deaf I blamed her Or was I deaf? You were gone No one to blame I was alone With you still there. I went back home And you looked The other way.

Translation (WIP) of the Amanda Palmer song in memory of my German mom, Benita —the Anthony Martignetti of my life. She died last year.

(Una versión de este artículo en español) In class they have recommended us this book, Visionary Business. It has been tremendously useful for me (except for the last chapter, which deals with the author’s personal utopia). It has helped me imagine my business model. You can read the beginning in Amazon. One of the things