La Salchichera Española suspèn pagaments i entra en concurs de creditors

Ateknea suspèn pagaments i entra en concurs de creditor
http://cronicaglobal.elespanol.com/business/el-centro-tecnologico-ateknea-solutions-suspende-pagos_62161_102.html

Com deia aquell, "se veía de venir". I per què? Bàsicament, perquè els que els han de pagar o no paguen, o ho fan més tard, o les quantitats que paguen no són suficients. I per què passa això?

La raó principal és que no són ni competitius ni competents: el servei que ofereixen és massa car i la qualitat massa dolenta. No tant per falta de coneixements o capacitats dels seus tècnics que, en general, no són dolents, sinó per la poca professionalitat i capacitat de la directiva, quatre aficionats i llepes, i per la política de terra-cremada envers els clients i de descapitalització de l'empresa.

Abans això era xauxa i podies ingressar quantitats importants amb un mínim esforç real (cost 120% del pressupostat, 40% de despesa real, 60% de benefici, aprox). Ara, però, per molt que s'explotin els enginyers fent-los treballar en mil coses, estalviïn costos fent molt menys del promès, o es manipulin els time-sheets, doncs, no surten els comptes.

Els clients són més a prop i volen resultats, i si no s'entreguen en el temps i qualitat esperats, doncs, no paguen. A més, els pressupostos i marges són molt més petits, les restriccions per evitar tinglados i trapicheos més grans, molta més competència en obtenir fons europeus, i la Comissió, potser, finalment se n'ha cansat i els ha col·locat a la llista negra.

En resum, el consell si sou una SME o heu vist una oferta de feina per aquesta empresa: fugiu-ne com de la peste! Encara n'esteu a temps.
Ateknea suspende pagos y entra en concurso de creditores
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Ateknea suspends payments and enters bankruptcy.
http://cronicaglobal.elespanol.com/business/el-centro-tecnologico-ateknea-solutions-suspende-pagos_62161_102.html

As one guy once said, "we could have foreseen this" And why? Basically, either because those that pay, do not pay, or do it later or the amount is not enough. And why is this happening?

The main reason is that the company is neither competent nor competitive: the service offered is too expensive and the quality too bad. Not for a lack of knowledge and ability of her technicians, which, in general, are not bad, but because of the lack of professionalism and skills of the managing board, four amateurs and ass-lickers, the policy of scorched earth towards their customers, and undercapitalization of the company.

Time ago that was life! and the company sed to get important amounts of money with a minimal real effort (120% of the allocated cost, 40% of actual expenditure, 60% of profit, approx). Currently, however, no matter how much you exploit your engineers and make them work in a thousand things, or save costs doing far esser than promised, or you manipulate the time-sheets, the numbers keep being red.

Customers are closer than before and they want results, and if results are not delivered on time and with the quality expected, they do not pay. In addition, budgets and margins are much smaller, restrictions to prevent schemes larger, much more competition in obtaining European funding, and the Commission, perhaps, is finally tired and has blacklisted the company.

In short, a piece of advice if you are an SME or you have read a job offer for this company: stay await like from the plague! You are still on time.
Ateknea suspends payments and enters bankruptcy.

Manifest de Resistència

"Escàndol rera escàndol. Mentida rera mentida. Engany rera engany. Els bancs -- la llista és massa llarga com per escriure-la tota--, després de saquejar literalment les economies “passades, presents i futures” (heu llegit el text de les vostres hipoteques?) dels incauts que es van creure rics i es van endeutar fins a les celles, destruir mitjançant una política de terra cremada les estructures productives del país, ara estan saquejant l'economia de la cosa pública. S'han de dir les coses pel seu nom, no ho han fet sols: mercès a la complicitat connivència de l'autoanomenada “classe” política, tant d'un color com de l'altre.

Fins quan volen fer durar la comèdia? S'ha de formar un moviment de resistència activa i no necessàriament pacífica, respondre amb la mateixa violència amb la que ells ens estan atacant, contra el saqueig d'aquesta l'oligarquia banco/política/estulta. Resistència del ciutadà honrat que treballa, que estudia, que viu i existeix, i que no vol deixar-se encadenar per la barra d'aquesta colla de lladres. Durant la bombolla, el treball honrat es va degradar fins a fer-lo semblar una pèrdua de temps davant dels que vivien de l'especulació. I ara, o no n'hi ha, o bé s'ataca per plomar fins l'últim euro per pagar el forat dels bancs.

Volem un Nürnberg pels malversadors, defraudadors, pels petits i pels grans, pel director del Banc d'Espanya no mirava i per l'alcalde que s'ha gastat els cabals del seu municipi en una obra a la seva vanaglòria. Ja n'estem farts de mentides i de pagar les vostres obres. Quan les veieu pel carrer, escopiu-los a la cara, llenceu-los-hi pedres, rapeu-los-hi els caps com a traïdors que són i ompli-los de plomes per a que tots els podem reconèixer.

Estafadors, xarlatans, incompetents, lladres i mentiders. No us hi volem aquí!

Foteu el camp!"

Escrit fa un parell d'anys.

I know that girl

Vladimir Pu$$y, Twat an Idiot!

The Huns in Summer Holidays

For those of you who can read Spanish, have a look

http://www.traigamelacuenta.com/2012/06/barcelona-ciudad-prostituida-por-el.html

Anyway, this summer Barcelona has become an even more disgusting place if possible! 

Not enough with scum from all over Europe and the 3rd world, we have been invaded by the huns.

Direct from Russia, a new wave of nouveaux riches dressed up as stupid tourists. 

The girls look like high standing gaudy whores while the guys, decaying stars in a 70's porno film. Who the hell dresses you all? The guy who invented formica and linoleum? 

Stay home and don't bother coming. We don't like you.

"We don't cook paella to tourists but fodder"

Interesting opinions in this interview.

- ¿Y un plato que crean que es una referencia en nuestra cocina?
D: Para los extranjeros la paella, aunque cuando vienen aquí lo que comen no es paella…
J: Es un engrudo que acompañan con sangría. Es evidente que necesitamos del turismo, pero hay que educar el gusto del turista y no tomarle el pelo. Hace 40 años que les damos una especie de pienso hecho para turistas… Deberíamos esforzarnos más porque ellos saben apreciarlo.

- And a dish you think is a reference in our cuisine?

D: For foreigners, paella, however what they eat when they come here is not paella...

J: It is a paste accompanied with sangría. It is evident we need tourists, but it is necessary to educate the taste of tourists and not to pull their leg. For 40 years we have been giving them a sort of fodder for tourists...We should work harder since they would appreciate it.

WMC or How to Connect the Mobile with a Local Plug

Well, it is a fact. WMC increased the interest for this blog. However, most of readings were about how to get sex in Barcelona. What a bunch of puteros, hahahaha!!

Mobile World Congress 2013

Welcome to Barcelona. Watch your wallets. We have cheated you all once more!

Sex in Barcelona for 20 euros

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Spain's Secret Conflict

About the REAL Barcelona

The Barcelona tourism has created is disgusting, idiotic and worth nothing for most of residents. We are fed up with gnorant fools that come to visit Barcelona who don't even understand what continent we are in.

Anyhow, there is an interesting guide book called "Barcelona pam a pam" (Barcelona inch by inch) which worth reading that has recently been updated by this woman, Itziar González, a former member of the city hall.

Here, an interview where she declares some of the dirty business around some of the restaurants that have appeared lately near and by Les Rambles, i.e., these disgusting "tapas bars" and the sort, for which she has been threaten and her home broken into.

http://rac1.org/blog/noticies/programes/el-mon-a-rac1/a-la-rambla-es-blanquegen-diners/

The interview is in Catalan. Sorry for not having a version in other languages. The link has excepts which I've translated into English using GoogleTranslator

http://translate.google.com/translate?sl=ca&tl=en&js=n&prev=_t&hl=en&ie=UTF-8&layout=2&eotf=1&u=http%3A%2F%2Frac1.org%2Fblog%2Fnoticies%2Fprogrames%2Fel-mon-a-rac1%2Fa-la-rambla-es-blanquegen-diners%2F

Momo Barcelona, Japanese Ruthlessness in Barcelona

One of the biggest area of pseudo-connoisseurs in Barcelona is that of Japanese-related culture. One fact: there are more Japanese restaurants in Barcelona than actual Japanese people. Why? 99% of them are just Chinese re-furnished into a Japanese wannabe style. Just another sign that phoniness is the main tendency in post-industrial Barcelona.

The funny thing is that, by chance, sometimes one can find a touch of authenticity in the city which, in the case of Japanese shops, come to be known as Momo. This is a shop located in an outskirts corner of the Call (ancient Jewish quarter) pretty close to St James Sq., the center of the Roman Barcino, on the top of mount Taber.

Momo sells J-stuff for those who wanna decorate their homes with a touch of Japanism. Basically, dishes and yukatas (summer Japanese clothes). As authentic as these Pakistani shops that sell Mexican hats and Gypsy dolls in Les Rambles.

This shop can be seen at the last scene of one of the worst movies ever, Map of the Sounds of Tokyo, a new standard in papanatism made in Barcelona, a Catalan version of Lost in Translation with views of Rinko Kikuchi's pussy and an awfully meaningless script. The only point of the shop is being able to pee on the same WC Rinko used.

But above all the trifles sold in this shop, one can find the real essence of Japanese character, personified in the owner, the most intransigent, stubborn and despotic master ever seen in the town. A typical of example of Kobe's stiffness, she is able to fire without blinking a salesperson for just having asked her an inopportune question.

Go to Momo and you will find the best of Japanese severity, that which is unable to come to terms or reasons with subordinates. The pure essence of Japanese mindlessness in business, which thinks of the owner like a God and the worker as an insect. Go to Momo and drink from the distillery of medieval Japan, as sour as umeboshi under the innocent soft skin of a peach: An iron fist covered by a peachy velvet.

BoBorBón Apologizing

Barcelona is a Big Phony

I'm fed up with tourists in Barcelona. Not totally their fault, but the city has become a laughable image of herself. Barcelona is not Barcelona anymore. WE ARE CHEATING YOU! WE ARE PULLING YOUR LEG! WE ARE MAKING A FOOL OUT OF YOU!

We didn't eat tapas, we didn't dance flamenco, we didn't speak Spanish, and didn't do all those sort of things tourist guides written by drunkards and foreigners tell we do. This is it! Sorry to break your heart and expectations, but that's the real truth.

We contract the lumpen of the world to do the frolics. We dress them up into outfits to pretend and they performed as expected by you, tourists. Fake Gypsies, mainly from Argentina, dance made-up flamenco in front of tourists eating frozen paella. Indonesian waiters serve fake pa-amb-tomaquet with fake Iberico ham from Mercadona. Chinese bar tenders serve suspicious Southern-style tapas and Ecuadorians prepare Euskal pintxos. ALL FAKE!

Barcelona is a phony, and an expensive one. But, you, tourists, you are guilty for this because your ignorance is cosmic. You want to keep alive the stereotype created in the 60's mainly by Fascist government to save Spain from an economic collapse which was based on late S.XIX wrong interpretations of French romantic artists and musicians about Spain. But not even in 1850 was Barcelona as Bizet's Carmen. Gaudi would puke at what his work has become.

Anyway, keep coming, and we will keep cheating you all, at high rates. And keep reading "Lonely Planet" guides and taking a coffee at Pg. de Gracia's Starbucks and eating "local specialities" at Les Rambles' McDonalds. After all, we all get what we deserve: junk McBarcelona. Enjoy it.

La Escopeta Nacional

Another episode of shame starring a Bourbon, the stupidest royal family in the world. If it weren't enough that the not-very-clever son-in-law married to the slight less dumb of the two Infantas had been involved in one of the greatest corruption cases in recent Spanish history, not enough that the son of the dumbest of the two Infantas shot himself in his toes last week, that this week-end, the grandpa, the summit of the pyramid of nepotism, inbreeding, corruption, and dumbness, while killing endangered species in Botswana, stumbled and cracked his hip!

This guy has a manifest tendency in mixing alcohol, hunting, falling into the floor and killing endangered species. He lost a testicle when falling in a skiing accident; killed a drunk bear in Poland; fell in public after one of his heavy lunches. Oh! He killed his brother in another "hunting accident"

In brief, after all the cuts carried out in Spain to reduce the expenditure in useless things such as education and healthcare since the State is on the verge of bankruptcy from stupidly burning its declining income in saving scorched banks, subsidies, and re-painting benches in public parks, we can see how our money is really well spent, in this stupid family, which, by the way, is not Spanish.

Again, La Escopeta Nacional

O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!

To my disappointment, Catalonia has become an utterly boring place, crammed with the least of all interesting people on Earth. I loved my country and I never thought to come to that conclusion but unfortunately, this is what I feel now. This is not what it used to be or could have been!

I hate myself for being contaminated by the common pessimism that apparently is fulfilling the people. If we follow that way we are going to become a Soviet of the People's Republic of Ill Temper, the RDA of the Mediterranean, the North East Korea of Europe. Why is that?

After ten years letting the idiots drive the country and the economy, private, public, and domestic, now, the army of those who amazingly believed that their whole existence boiled down to buying a shitty apartment and getting a life-time mortgage, have turn into the most gloomy and depressing humor in centuries.

In the same way it was not true then their narrow-minded heaven of house owners and micro-bourgeoisie, it is not true now that we are living in a permanent Doom's Day. I am really revolted against those who feel relieve by casting on the rest of us these stupid point of view.

This is not the way, guys! Not in those tones! Nicht diese Töne! Stop weeping and whining like little girls and stand up and fight! Change your life, be clever, invent and be brave to endeavor it. Are you expecting politicians to redeem your lives? Be happy and sort up your own life, since it is yours!

Welcome 2012!

When I was a child, year 2000 seemed something far and almost impossible to reach. And look now! This is 2012!!!! Well, be it welcome hoping this is going to be a turning point year.

What do I expect for this new year? Personally, I haven't thought about it. I never thought beyond the year 2000, and "apart" from the Internet and smart stuff around us, little has been achieved of what we were expecting to come.

No trips to the moon, no end to wars or plagues or world famine. Well, the greatest thread at that time, nuclear war and posterior nuclear winter, has been partially vanished and the cold war exchanged into global warming. Anyway, as one guy said once, we all just believe in stereotypes and lies. And both are human fabrication.

What about 2011? Didn't run any marathon (apparently the latest mass entertainment among the breed of well-thinkers/doers that live in Barcelona/Catalonia), didn't discovered anything worth being mentioned, didn't climb any important mountain, or went to discover the South-east Asian jungle looking for red-haired monkeys or venomous reptiles. Lost time? No time being lived happily is totally lost, and I must say that 2011 was a pretty happy year, specially from November 23rd.

Summing it up, 2011 has been a decent year for me and my closest ones. However, I'm planning in doing something really astonishing before the end of 2012, as I used to do when I was 10 years younger. What? Don't know yet.

I went into Wakamaru Mode

My profile image disappeared. I found this one, a robot called Wakamaru. When I worked in Japan, we used to have some strolling around us. They pretended to make them useful. They are not, and never will be. Just toys. There used to be an specially annoying one uttering "ne~~, ne~~!!!" with a child's voice. This one is at Advanced Technology Exhibition Hall @ TEPIA, the Machine Industry Memorial Foundation.

καὶ σὺ τέκνον, Et tu, Brute? And you, Brutus?

What Caesar's last words were? apparently, kai su, teknon?, in Greek, the language high society in Rome used to speak. The meaning? the obvious, you too, son of a bitch? Another interpretation: you too, dear, will die soon ;)

In any case, this is the place where it is supposed this scene happened, in the center of Rome, in a squared excavated by Il Ducce, looking for the roots of il poppolo romano. The funny thing is that the last words of Euro might also be said in Greek...σκατά!

Btw, Roma's city hall should take a bit more care of this important place!

The Pantheon and its Oculus

Well, with a bit of delay, some pictures of my favourite monument in Rome, the Pantheon, from my trip last August. Perfection of geometry and architecture.