Several years ago, in order to generate links to my old website and thus getting a strong presence in Google, I wrote a series of articles related to Internet technologies and web design, two matters about which I lacked lack completely in knowledge. Animated by identical purpose, I also wrote a few opinion columns (“free software promotes the economic progress and the knowledge development in disparaged societies” was always my proclaim). In one of those columns, I thought up about Sparkle, the vector language developed by Microsoft to engine Vista, his next operative system. (Note: the things have changed from then, and Sparkle alludes now to one of the programs which integer the creative command Microsoft Expression, but this is other story). One user of ???, the web portal where I published the column in question, sent a little favorable email to the site’s director. In it he accused me of plagiarizer; but I’m afraid that at the time I didn’t know the author whose work I had stolen supposedly. Maybe, guided by a playful Martian with eyes of silicate, both the American author and me had written the same text in different idioms. Or, more likely, both the renowned American and the unknown Spanish had been rudimentary and little original enough to carry out the same work, using the same resources and mentioning the same predictable ideas. It can be even that thousands of people from the whole world had written the same discourse with scant and discouraging variations.
I’ve remembered that anecdote while combing through Internet* in search of information about Everybody Loves Zefrank (* is Google still a virtual creature; will I find it someday in the upper shelf of my fridge, next to the pâté of duck mousse with port wine and the pack of twelve Coca-Cola?). I discovered a section related to San Francisco in Zf’s del.icio.us, and, consulting the linked blog entries, I saw one about a supposed plagiarism committed by the San Francisco Chronicle (I’ve not passed from the title, I’m sorry). Anyhow, the festive Zefrank is one of these adorable little geniuses of the Net who, from their apartments in New York City and accompanied by their cats, become the bosses of the party and say what can be done and what not within the WWW. Given that in general terms they observes anarchist tendencies, it’s more what they suggest than what they forbid (note: remind that isn’t completely true, because the tables used to compose the layout of a webpage, and not just as tabulation guides, are a mortal sin, and they must be eradicated by both pacific and war methods. Second note: mention to all those web designers... itch!, conceited information technology experts who play the roles of CSS/ accessibility/ server-user interaction gurus by writing articles in which the syntax is a scant good).
Zefrank shows that candor so attractive and lightly hippy which converts some guys in ideal candidates for our best friends’ boyfriends, in the case we’ve best friends and we harbor some good desires for them, and also in the case all of them are coincidentally heterosexuals, what happens in seldom occasions. Note: get new friends. Note: change my sexual preferences.
Zefrank has a fantastic website in which he assures that you are his favorite visitor. And by a second of time in the transitional Net in direction to Web 2.0 one feels euphoric and an explosion of adrenaline constructed with ones and zeros knocks down buildings and obstacles and the happiness and the Nirvana suddenly set up an imminent interactive reality written in php with MySql databases and easy and shining is the road which from Hell leads to Light...
I’m sorry, I lost the North. I was saying the New Yorker gained the fame teaching to dance properly, and everyone loves Zefrank. Me too; but, what about ye, me dear lady?
This entry is an horrible translation of my post written in Spanish, Eso es falso, falso, ¡y me indigna!