<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>My latest projects, tweets or whatever I find interesting in the interwebs.</description><title>Luis' sidenotes</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @luislatorre)</generator><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>A few words about Yeezus</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/e8b3fd6c8543ed828844d3b58bdecb06/tumblr_inline_mom4m58KUP1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Mildly overwhelming. I find the lyrics on &amp;#8216;Yeezus&amp;#8217;&lt;span&gt; the new Kanye West album a bit lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, but only because I take Kanye seriously. The beats in these album are absolutely interesting, and I find myself scrolling through the tracks over and over. As it stands the album is requiring me to take a lot of energy to pay attention to its sounds, but I find it disrespectful how Kanye didn&amp;#8217;t pay attention to his lyrics. Overall I really like how he is shaping the trayectory of hip-hop and music overall, but this is mainly because I tend to overevaluate beats over lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/53315286810</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/53315286810</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2013 19:44:53 -0400</pubDate><category>yeezus</category><category>writing</category><category>music</category></item><item><title>This is as cute as it gets on ESPN</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/da01c72da603f2984479cdfa62781f77/tumblr_moel1l4YTV1r60gz2o1_400.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is as cute as it gets on ESPN&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/52975456996</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/52975456996</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Jun 2013 17:58:33 -0400</pubDate><category>crowd</category><category>fan</category><category>football</category><category>espn</category></item><item><title>Revisiting this album</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/dac2b7aff8c7ed33162a45319ec692ab/tumblr_mnxjhcViXD1r60gz2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Revisiting this album&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/52229399243</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/52229399243</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jun 2013 13:05:35 -0400</pubDate><category>n.e.r.d</category><category>music</category></item><item><title>Mailbox, now on your iPad</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://mailboxapp.tumblr.com/post/51143143619/mailbox-now-on-your-ipad" class="tumblr_blog" target="_blank"&gt;mailboxapp&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;You asked, we listened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mailbox is now available for iPad, so you can swipe your way to inbox zero on all your iOS devices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/0cbc36bc23890d495b4a9102975c9cb8/tumblr_inline_mn92msnqms1qz4rgp.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mailboxapp.com/download" target="_blank"&gt;Download Mailbox Today&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;

&lt;p&gt;So excited!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/51143564214</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/51143564214</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2013 08:13:06 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Aunque lo exhibo de nuestras personalidades nos impide en estos casos ser voceros de su causa,..."</title><description>“Aunque lo exhibo de nuestras personalidades nos impide en estos casos ser voceros de su causa, creemos, que la división de América en nacionalidades inciertas e ilusorias es completamente ficticia. Constituimos una sóla raza mestiza desde Méjico hasta el Estrecho de Magallanes, asique tratando de librarme de cualquier carga de provincialismo, brindo por Perú, y por América unida.”</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/51071188730</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/51071188730</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 10:40:18 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Stress release, map curiosity among others things.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Oddly enough after a terrible day that I had trying to deploy an application to an online server, I decided to browse the internet for a while. I love when your surf without a true purpose, you end up find very interesting things. I don’t know how I got to this particular place in the internet, but I was happy I got here. You see it’s hard to describe this situation without going to the beginning.&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;During class one day when I was in college, one of my friends shared with us that he was photographed by one of those Google cars, and that he found himself on Google Street View. As a true geek that I am, I felt a weird sense of jealousy. I always wanted to be remembered, and what better way of being remembered than being on a map of campus that everyone will get to see over and over again.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Fast forward to today when I found myself filling a form online as one does. I notice that my ex- girlfriend hometown address was there. Quickly enough I found myself on Google Street View to see the place I visited a few times. As I saw her car there on Google Maps, I realized that this was not an ordinary moment. This must have been one of those few times she has been home to see her parents. It seemed like a nice summer sunny day. I don’t know, I didn&amp;#8217;t really see much to it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/cb5e6067ec9ec833b822a13d53ef1fb0/tumblr_inline_mm1pbdp4QK1qz4rgp.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Later I found an article that talked about how often Google updates their Street View pictures, and I rushed back to the site trying to decipher when was this picture taken. Finally I figured it out, it was June 2011. You see guys, this was no ordinary date. As I just finished college I was traveling for a bit, going from city to city. She asked me to come visit her in Buffalo, so I can meet her parents. Reluctant out of fear of what they would think of me, finally gave in and flew there. We spend some really nice times in her hometown, and her parent ended up being a really nice couple.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Google Maps made me realized that is not only important to be remembered, but to also remember those who made a true impact in your life. Ironically the closest thing that I came to a Google car was not to be remembered, but to remember someone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;LLT&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/49226557017</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/49226557017</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2013 21:55:00 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>(via Breaking Bad split face poster | Murray Mitchell)</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/b892da61835db2dff25fca1c33d74470/tumblr_mkadjtoGOA1r60gz2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.murraymitchell.com/2013/01/breaking-bad-split-face-poster/" target="_blank"&gt;Breaking Bad split face poster | Murray Mitchell&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/46363019135</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/46363019135</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 17:11:53 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>softpyramid:

Important question of the moment. 
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/6dfefc8fb13f2da5879335582c309a40/tumblr_mk8x073ckZ1qex654o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://www.softpyramids.info/post/46305055594/important-question-of-the-moment" target="_blank"&gt;softpyramid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Important question of the moment. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/46325500461</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/46325500461</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 04:32:41 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Finally!!! Icebergs!</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/8e86fbb5900e7e095119fea5d733cd07/tumblr_mk3684OKIF1r60gz2o1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally!!! Icebergs!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/46027645537</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/46027645537</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Mar 2013 19:50:28 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>visualgraphic:

cmdshift:

day 80 - spring break!

Spring Break
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/9993049b78fcb48340fb13eec3479351/tumblr_mk1pzbhPJy1s1i7fbo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://visualgraphc.com/post/45977751762/cmdshift-day-80-spring-break-spring-break" target="_blank"&gt;visualgraphic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://cmdshift.tumblr.com/post/45972817038" target="_blank"&gt;cmdshift&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;day 80 - spring break!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Spring Break&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/45977834911</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/45977834911</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Mar 2013 03:05:28 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Made With Paper</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/05c5f785a8038c79592383340eb10875/tumblr_mjirdr6nni1r60gz2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Made With &lt;a href="http://www.fiftythree.com/Paper/via/tumblr" target="_blank"&gt;Paper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/45144122665</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/45144122665</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2013 19:17:51 -0400</pubDate><category>MadeWithPaper</category></item><item><title>"Flight 3283
When I was learning to swim, I was so scared of the waves at the sea. My uncle told me..."</title><description>“Flight 3283&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
When I was learning to swim, I was so scared of the waves at the sea. My uncle told me to relax and to not fight the sea, and that I should myself go and let the wave take me.&lt;br/&gt;
I always had have troubles in emotions, they are irrational and shapeless similar to the waves. Rather than trying to understand them, I been trying to let go and just experience them, sometimes waves are big and scary, but if I try to fight them or over think them I learned that I’ll lose.&lt;br/&gt;
One of my scariest waves is saying goodbye. I hate every single part of that process, and the overwhelming thoughts that fill up my head and cloud my reasoning.&lt;br/&gt;
I just had what I thought it would be one of the most difficult goodbyes., opposite of that it was a very beautiful experience.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
I smiled then and realized that it was just a wave, it came and went.”</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/43481732924</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/43481732924</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Feb 2013 07:28:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The ride is the destination.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/b0326f1069fdce02ce294cf95e294cc0/tumblr_mi13wrQmUz1s4l7ueo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ride is the destination.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/42892450358</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/42892450358</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Feb 2013 21:36:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/d0a4d14b4b13217e613f79d47263590c/tumblr_mhl78oaTt61qdlkc6o1_500.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/42505148062</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/42505148062</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2013 09:57:02 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Loosing An Identity - Short essay by Luis La Torre

The first time I picked up a GQ magazine was..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Loosing An Identity - Short essay by Luis La Torre&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;The first time I picked up a GQ magazine was probably a defining moment in my life. I mean I don’t really know because I don’t really remember. However I think that it truly changed who I was fundamentally, from a young boy obsessed with rap to a young fella obsessed with gals, and sport jackets of course. After years of being a big fan of many publications, and advocate of the dying print industry. I was being promiscuous with the web. Then later realizing that you can’t submerge yourself completely in both lifestyles without compromise.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; A box full of GQs, Esquires, Times and Wireds, were going to show me that compromise, and probably about define my life again. I left the box at my art school’s library hidden from other pile of magazine that were there before, thinking naively that no one will realize, and maybe, just maybe I can get them back one day.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;As I was walking away from these magazines that were not even opened from their original packages, I was also walking away from my identity as a collector. Struggling with confusing thoughts of who I was supposed to be, and what those magazines actually gave me over the years. What is the point of collection or having anything? If when we die we can’t take anything at all.&lt;/p&gt;”</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/41837972943</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/41837972943</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2013 22:17:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"My bed - A short Essay by Luis La Torre

Today someone answered my Craigslist ad for my bed,..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;My bed - A short Essay by Luis La Torre&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Today someone answered my Craigslist ad for my bed, something that I been expecting since I’m pretty much giving it away. As I was putting it apart, it got me thinking of all I been trough in the recent years. I got that bed from Ikea on my sophomore year of college, and I had countless fond memories, I even fell in love in that bed once. I realized then that I was extremely closed with this material object. I had no difficulties getting rid of all the rest of my stuff, yet this item that gave so much comfort for such a long time was giving such heartache. It was getting sold to a random woman.&lt;/p&gt;”</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/41202175017</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/41202175017</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 11:58:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>What will 2013 bring?</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/444e00dc654da994c50c22fa2eeb2f95/tumblr_mgciy2y8iT1r60gz2o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;What will 2013 bring?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/40079983716</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/40079983716</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jan 2013 01:49:14 -0500</pubDate><category>typography</category></item><item><title>"Betrayal - A short Essay by Luis La Torre

What’s fascinating about love and my poor..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Betrayal - A short Essay by Luis La Torre&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;What’s fascinating about love and my poor understanding of it, is that even though I understand the chemicals that are released when you fall in-love or when you get hurt. There is nothing we can do to stop those chemicals. There is a human nature to look out for our best interest, and I understand that. So shouldn’t I be free from those chemicals when I face betrayal? What happens inside our bodies that make us this way? and I will always wonder if there’s a way to stop this phenomenon.&lt;/p&gt;”</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/37408699561</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/37408699561</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2012 11:36:00 -0500</pubDate><category>essay</category><category>love</category></item><item><title>Mayor crush.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md8comBAVq1qcy1d8o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mayor crush.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/36697206553</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/36697206553</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2012 18:46:37 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Thinking of you.</title><description>&lt;iframe class="spotify_audio_player" src="https://embed.spotify.com/?uri=spotify%3Atrack%3A2bdZDXDoFLzazaomjzoER8&amp;view=coverart" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" width="500" height="580"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thinking of you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/36399298120</link><guid>http://luislatorre.tumblr.com/post/36399298120</guid><pubDate>Fri, 23 Nov 2012 21:52:18 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
