Estadísticas Agregadas Presenta
jueves, 23 de enero de 2014
Estadísticas Agregadas presenta
Me llega un informe del SSRN sobre lectores y descargas de mis 147 artículos allí incluidos hasta la fecha. No lo incluyo aquí, que ocupa con detalles exhaustivos unas 100 páginas. Pero esta es la sustancia:
AGGREGATE STATISTICS ON YOUR PAPERS
Your Publicly Available (Scholarly and Other Papers) and Privately Available Papers on SSRN as of 23 January 2014 have:
7,548 TOTAL DOWNLOADS
1,872 DOWNLOADS IN THE LAST 12 MONTHS
82,142 TOTAL ABSTRACT VIEWS
(Note: The totals above are calculated specifically for this author letter as of 23 January 2014 for all your papers on SSRN (summing the data on both your publicly and privately available papers) and therefore may differ slightly from the numbers on the SSRN site.)
Your Author Statistics as of 01/01/2014 (out of 244,193 authors in SSRN, based only on Publicly Available, Downloadable Papers)
2,711 is your AUTHOR RANK, based on 7,416 TOTAL DOWNLOADS.
(para ser más exactos, a fecha de hoy veo que mi Author Rank "is 2,700 out of 244,193")
1,208 is your AUTHOR RANK, based on 1,775 DOWNLOADS IN THE LAST 12 MONTHS.
18,002 is your AUTHOR RANK, based on 17 TOTAL CITATIONS.
You can find the complete table of the Top Authors Ranking by Downloads and Citations at http://hq.ssrn.com/rankings/Ranking_display.cfm?TRN_gID=7
Total que, de 244.193 académicos estoy, según el criterio que peor me posiciona, el de las citas, en el 7,4% superior. No soy muy citado, lo reconozco. Pero pasado el dato a puntuar por orden y sobre 10, estoy entre los diez primeros, aunque no top of the top.
Y según el criterio que mejor me posiciona, estoy en el 1,1% superior.
–o sea, de entre cien, aún no estoy el primero, pero puntuando sobre diez, en plan competitivo, saco una califación de 9,9. Según estos amables y objetivos robots. ¿Alguien da más?
Sí: Pablo Fernández López, catedrático de la IESE-Universidad de Navarra, que ocupa el puesto número 1 del ránking del SSRN. El primero de los 244.193.
Ahí me espera, que yo aún voy subiendo puestos—y él no.
Un momento que fue
miércoles, 22 de enero de 2014
Un momento que fue
Notas sobre antropología hermenéutica, estética, fenomenología y crítica
miércoles, 22 de enero de 2014
Notas sobre antropología hermenéutica, estética, fenomenología y crítica
Notas sobre 'Verdad y Método' de Hans-Georg Gadamer
Date posted: December 09, 2013
http://papers.ssrn.com/abstract=2364913
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Un fantasma viviente en 'Little Gidding'
miércoles, 22 de enero de 2014
Un fantasma viviente en 'Little Gidding'
En la hora de luz incierta de un poema, T. S. Eliot se encuentra con un antiguo profesor, o con todos ellos. Fantasmas vivientes somos para nuestros estudiantes. Para los buenos. Para los malos, ni siquiera eso. O quizá se encuentra Eliot consigo mismo, asumiendo un papel doble—con el que será para el que fue o es ahora, maestro o alumno de sí mismo... en todo caso un futuro fantasma viviente.
In the uncertain hour before the morning
Near the ending of interminable night
At the recurrent end of the unending
After the dark dove with the flickering tongue
Had passed below the horizon of his homing
While the dead leaves still rattled on like tin
Over the asphalt where no other sound was
Between three districts whence the smoke arose
I met one walking, loitering and hurried
As if blown towards me like the metal leaves.
Before the urban dawn wind unresisting.
And as I fixed upon the down-turned face
That pointed scrutiny with which we challenge
The first-met stranger in the waning dusk
I caught the sudden look of some dead master
Whom I had known, forgotten, half-recalled
Both one and many; in the brown baked features
The eyes of a familiar compound ghost
Both intimate and unidentifiable.
So I assumed a double part, and cried
And heard another's voice cry: 'What! are you here?'
Although we were not. I was still the same,
Knowing myself yet being someone other—
And he a face still forming; yet the words sufficed
To compel the recognition they preceded.
And so, compliant to the common wind,
Too strange to each other for misunderstanding,
In concord at this intersection time
Of meeting nowhere, no before and after,
We trod the pavement in a dead patrol.
I said: 'The wonder that I feel is easy,
Yet ease is cause of wonder. Therefore speak:
I may not comprehend, may not remember.'
And he: 'I am not eager to rehearse
My thoughts and theory which you have forgotten.
These things have served their purpose: let them be.
So with your own, and pray they be forgiven
By others, as I pray you to forgive
Both bad and good. Last season's fruit is eaten
And the fullfed beast shall kick the empty pail.
For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
But, as the passage now presents no hindrance
To the spirit unappeased and peregrine
Between two worlds become much like each other
So I find words I never thought to speak
In streets I never thought I should revisit
When I left my body on a distant shore.
Since our concern was speech, and speech impelled us
To purify the dialect of the tribe
And urge the mind to aftersight and foresight,
Let me disclose the gifts reserved for age
To set a crown upon your lifetime's effort.
First, the cold friction of expiring sense
Without enchantment, offering no promise
But bitter tastelessness of shadow fruit
As body and soul begin to fall asunder.
Second, the conscious impotence of rage
At human folly, and the laceration
Of laughter at that which ceases to amuse.
And last, the rending pain of re-enactment
Of all that you have done, and been; the shame
Of motives late revealed, and the awareness
Of things ill done and done to others' harm
Which once you took for exercise of virtue.
Then fools' approval stings, and honour stains.
From wrong to wrong the exasperated spirit
Proceeds, unless restored by that refinining fire
Where you must move in measure, like a dancer.'
The day was breaking. In the disfigured street
He left me, with a kind of valediction,
And faded on the blowing of the horn.
Microblog de enero 2014
miércoles, 22 de enero de 2014
Microblog de enero 2014
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20 ene 14, 21:15 JoseAngel: Una que se sacó todos los dientes por olvidarse del dentista: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdCJrnFjbAM | ||||||||||||||||||||
20 ene 14, 18:43 JoseAngel: Yo solito he impedido que miles de euros vayan a comunidades traidoras y ventajistas haciendo BOICOT A PRODUCTOS CATALANES Y VASCOS. | ||||||||||||||||||||
20 ene 14, 12:18 JoseAngel: Philologie (Was und Wo): http://wasundwo.org/Philologie.htm | ||||||||||||||||||||
20 ene 14, 11:50 JoseAngel: Buenas, Begoña, hay personas (educadores) que han señalado excelentes resultados con niños discapacitados - y les gusta. ¡yo probaría! Un saludo y suerte. | ||||||||||||||||||||
20 ene 14, 04:30 Begoña Abasolo: Hola, lei sobre su sistema de laprendizaje de lectoescritura , me gustaria saber si cree me pueda ser util mi hija es discapacitada intelectual. Gracias¡ | ||||||||||||||||||||
20 ene 14, 04:28 Begoña Abasolo: Lei sobre el sistema de cubos, me interesa pero mi hija es discapacitada intelectual, cree que podria serle de utilidad?. Gracias¡ | ||||||||||||||||||||
19 ene 14, 23:49 JoseAngel: Democratic Statecraft: Tocqueville's DEMOCRACY IN AMERICA http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtbZesUWMok | ||||||||||||||||||||
19 ene 14, 13:05 JoseAngel: Mi bibliografía de David Herman: http://lib2.skachate.com/docs/index-753708.html | ||||||||||||||||||||
18 ene 14, 22:02 JoseAngel: Alexis de Tocqueville & "ideal communities" as reality-constructing tools: http://youtu.be/ZAg73gGHNG0 | ||||||||||||||||||||
18 ene 14, 21:16 JoseAngel: Y los sueños, vida son. (Se sigue). | ||||||||||||||||||||
18 ene 14, 20:38 JoseAngel: Macfarlane, A Map of Social Theories 1000-2000: http://youtu.be/Tf9QJ02VkhU | ||||||||||||||||||||
18 ene 14, 14:45 JoseAngel: Sapolsky, Emergence and Complexity http://youtu.be/o_ZuWbX-CyE | ||||||||||||||||||||
18 ene 14, 11:06 JoseAngel: José Luis Abellán, El pensamiento español: http://www.march.es/conferencias/anteriores/voz.aspx?p1=22622&l=1 | ||||||||||||||||||||
17 ene 14, 16:27 JoseAngel: Presentación de VOX: http://new.livestream.com/VoxEspana/rueda-de-prensa | ||||||||||||||||||||
16 ene 14, 16:43 JoseAngel: Sale la Miscelánea: http://www.miscelaneajournal.net/index.php/misc/issue/archive | ||||||||||||||||||||
16 ene 14, 11:19 JoseAngel: Mis mejores (y mis peores) vídeos—todos, vamos: http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=%22Jos%C3%A9+%C3%81ngel+Garc%C3%ADa+Landa%22&FORM=HDRSC3 | ||||||||||||||||||||
16 ene 14, 09:34 JoseAngel: Lenguaje y différance en EL INNOMBRABLE: http://dialnet.unirioja.es/servlet/articulo?codigo=555064 | ||||||||||||||||||||
15 ene 14, 17:11 JoseAngel: Erasmus Darwin: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erasmus_Darwin | ||||||||||||||||||||
15 ene 14, 10:31 JoseAngel: Vox: http://www.libertaddigital.com/espana/politica/2014-01-14/nace-el-partido-politico-de-abascal-y-ortega-lara-1276508230/ |
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Springs and Motives under Various Disguises
martes, 21 de enero de 2014
Springs and Motives under Various Disguises
The Book of the World, Life as Theatre, and the character's illusion of free will in Moby Dick—a philosophical novel with a whale of a stage, from Pythagoras to the War of Afghanistan. Notice that according to Melville our illusion of free will holds while we are in the midst of the action, of the play as it were—but when we turn it into a narrative, or retrospect, the cogs and wheels of Fate, or Circumstance, become apparent. In hindsight.
Finally, I always go to sea as a sailor, because of the pure exercise and pure air of the fore-castle deck. For as in this world, head winds are far more prevalent than winds from astern (that is, if you never violate the Pythagorean maxim), so for the most part the Commodore on the quarter-deck gets his atmosphere at second hand from the sailors on the forecastle. He thinks he breathes it first; but not so. In much the same way do the commonalty lead their leaders in many other things, at the same time that the leaders little suspect it. But wherefore it was that after having repeatedly smelt the sea as a merchant sailor, I should now take it into my head to go on a whaling voyage; this the invisible police officer of the Fates, who has the constant surveillance of me, and secretly dogs me, and influences me in some unaccountable way—he can better answer than any one else. And, doubtless, my going on this whaling voyage, formed part of the grand programme of Providence that was drawn up a long time ago. It came in as as sort of brief interlude and solo between more extensive performances. I take it that this part of the bill must have run something like this:
"GRAND CONTESTED ELECTION FOR THE PRESIDENCY OF THE UNITED STATES.
"WHALING VOYAGE BY ONE ISHMAEL.
"BLOODY BATTLE IN AFFGHANISTAN."
"WHALING VOYAGE BY ONE ISHMAEL.
"BLOODY BATTLE IN AFFGHANISTAN."
Though I cannot tell why it was exactly that those stage managers, the Fates, put me down for this shabby part of a whaling voyage, when others were set down for magnificent parts in high tragedies, and short and easy parts in genteel comedies, and jolly parts in farces—though I cannot tell why this was exactly; yet, now that I recall all the circumstances, I think I can see a little into the springs and motives which being cunningly presented to me under various disguises, induced me to set about performing the part I did, besides cajoling me into the delusion that it was a choice resulting from my own unbiased freewill and discriminating judgment.