BibCiter, new bibliography manager released

Almost one year ago, I wrote about ICT4D Bibliography, the then new section of my personal research portal. It was published with an application I coded on my own, BibCiter, to replace the MS Access I had been using.

I began coding in Summer 2005 and after Christmas 2005, I could start using it for my own needs, as you could see. A year has passed and now I’m glad to announce that BibCiter has been fixed and enhanced and released as free software under a GPL v2 license. The baby is still too young to be a stable 1.0 version, so keep in mind that there are serious reasons for being 0.9 beta. Nonetheless, BibCiter [babe sitter] is fully functional and “only” lacks a good handbook.

Feel free to write back and send any comments… and, of course, feel free to install it!

More info

I want to hearty thank …dilluns… for her endless patience during endless PHP-MySQL sessions :*

Madrid, March 11, 2004

I promised myself I would not publish anything not related to ICT4D and all the things I say in about ICTlogy.

But this is much too much :( :@

As I said, yesterday I assisted Expoelearning Europe 2004 (full report in next post). This means I was in Madrid yesterday. Actually, I write from the hotel. It’s 5:50 at this moment and all televisions, radios, newspapers and websites are monothematic: the terrorist attacks to the trains, the 192 dead and the more than 1.430 wounded. This is much too much.

[Update, march, 18, 2004: 201 dead, 1.161 wounded]

And yes, the congress was held at IFEMA’s pavillion 9, close to pavillion 6, the improvised morgue where all deads, hundreds of relatives, volunteers, doctors, assistants, policemen, politicians, press… a hell of lotta people gathered.

Madrid yesterday was a sort of strange mix of surprise, surprise and more surprise, a little bit of hysteria, zillions of sadness and cries and a growing restrained anger and rage. I suppose something alike to what New York felt 30 months ago.

Amongst the mess of destruction, concrete, steel and flesh, cellular phones rang. Hundreds of them. Weird: technology will survive us. Later on communications collapsed. Too much love through the wires.

I want to make that clear: the only ones to blame are the terrorists, be them ETA, Al-Qaeda or whatever insane being that thought 12 dinamite explosions would be the right way to get whatever goal.

BUT

There’re political responsibilities and shame on the ones that will never recognise them.

Copy-paste: I want to make that clear: the only ones to blame are the terrorists, be them ETA, Al-Qaeda or whatever insane being that though 12 dinamite explosions would be the right way to get whatever goal.

BUT… but…

I do blame the president José María Aznar and his Government for not being able to ease things with terrorists but shift the conflict from the political field to the penal an the military fields. There is no solution but a political solution for the basque conflict.

I do blame the president José María Aznar and his Government for demonizing nationalism and bringing Spain to a critical state of confrontation amongst peripherical nationalisms (basque, catalan) and central nationalism (believe it or not, there is a spanish nationalism as there was a serbian nationalism that fought against bosnian or croatian nationalisms).

I do blame the president José María Aznar and his Government for paying iraki oil, and weapons, and reconstruction prebends with Madrid blood.

This is much too much. I’ve been feeling like crying for the past 20 hours and feeling like spitting in somebody’s face for the past four years, when the Partido Popular (PP), Aznar’s party, got absolute majority and dialog was swept off the country and arrogance and philofascist ways took its place. And I do blame them for this too.

Shame! Shame on José María Aznar, Javier Arenas, Mariano Rajoy, Federico Trillo, Eduardo Zaplana, Ángel Acebes, Francisco Álvarez Cascos. Shame on George W. Bush, Dick Cheney, Colin Powell, Donald Rumsfeld, Paul Wolfowitz, Richard Pearle, Condolezza Rice, John Ashcroft. Shame on them for making me sick.