La IA se está inventando la historia. Y es un peligro para la democracia
🏛️Una antigua Roma impoluta, el Holocausto trivializado o una perpetua hegemonía anglosajona
👉 Las imágenes con IA reafirman estereotipos y narrativas que sirven para instrumentalizar el pasado
✍️Escribe sobre esto @Albertoxvenegas:
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The map forecasting how #ClimateChange will drive global agricultural decline by 2100
"At present, 15% of the world’s population already lives in areas where agricultural potential has fallen by at least 5%."
"If warming follows a medium-high trajectory, with around an additional 2.1°C between now and mid-century, that figure could soar to almost half of the planet’s inhabitants between 2041 and 2060."
#ClimateCrisis #ClimateEmergency #ActNow #TelltheTruth
https://t.co/ckdDKEqeFI
HISTORIC 53C DAY- 38C at NIGHT
52.7C Omidieh IRAN All time record and
2026 World Record
MINIMUMS ! 38.3 Delhoran IRAN
33.1 Uchkuduk UZBEKISTAN
Next days WORSE
53/54c Middle East
49/50C former USSR
50/52C CHINA
NIGHTS up to 40C
MOST EXTREME HEAT WAVE IN WORLD HISTORY
Our recent PNAS article (https://t.co/wozp1qtvHC) quantified how new global temperature records are typically set during calendar year that begins w/ a peaking major El Niño event.
We can thus predict quite confidently that we will see a new global temperature record in 2027.
Ya no son previsiones, modelos, teorías... es la realidad.
Vamos a vivir un El Niño como no se ha visto otro en la historia medida.
Lo increíble que es esta gráfica solo se ve superado por lo increíble que es que prácticamente ningún "medio de comunicación" la sacará.
Not even apartheid South Africa codified executions for only one ‘race group’. Israel is now the most racist state the world has ever known.
Shame on every government, every company, every individual who offer it support.
La línea roja no es el precio del petróleo.
Es la temperatura global de la superficie del mar batiendo récords diarios, superando la ya desconcertante aceleración de los últimos 3 años.
La anomalía más grave no está en Wall Street. Es la climática. Y a (casi) nadie le importa.
Como autora de 2 libros sobre historia de los ingenieros, quiero resaltar que Irán es uno de los países con mayor porcentaje de mujeres estudiante de ingeniería. También se formó en Irán la primera mujer Medalla Fields de matemáticas Maryam Mirzajání.
WORLD CLIMATIC HISTORY REWRITTEN
Record warm nights falling allover the Hemisphere
❗️INCREDIBLE MINIMUM
30.4 Khor Fakkam EMIRATES
29.4 Abu Musa IRAN
29.2 Qaboos Port OMAN
and
28.9 Ca Mau VIETNAM
27.2 Dhaka BANGLADESH HOTTEST NOVEMBER NIGHT EVER
Tropical nights in Europe
Mental
"Estos son los rostros de los 46 niños que Israel asesinó hace dos días.
Sus últimos momentos en la tierra."
Israel y EEUU deben pagar muy caro por ello.
A message from a Kindergarten teacher:
After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:
“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”
No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”
My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.
When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.
But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.
My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.
And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.
They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.
The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”
As if kindness were a weakness.
Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”
Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.
But this last year broke something in me.
The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.
I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.
So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:
“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”
I sat on the floor and cried.
No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.
I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.
I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.
So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.
Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.
La jueza de Catarroja que está investigando los posibles delitos durante la gestión de la Dana en Valencia está haciendo su trabajo de un modo brillante. Pero hay un problema: si imputa a Carlos Mazón, éste deberá ser investigado por el Tribunal Superior de Justicia de Valencia debido a su condición de aforado. Y casualmente, este señor con el que ríe es el Presidente de dicho Tribunal. Por eso tiene "plena confianza en la Justicia".
Fue lo último que publiqué antes de desaparecer, así que os lo vuelvo a dejar por aquí.
Mapa de la población musulmana (mudéjares) en el Levante peninsular (o Šarq al-Ándalus para los musulmanes) a finales del siglo XIII:
La aventura del ser humano (1)
En el MEH seguimos trabajando para que todos puedan disfrutarlo. Con la colaboración del equipo educativo del MEH y Adapta Burgos, servicio de accesibilidad cognitiva de Fundación Aspanias, presentamos: “La aventura de ser humano”. Sigue ....
🔎🚫Una madre en Reino Unido reprendió a su hijo por molestar a un niño con autismo en un parque, diciendo: “No estoy criando a un bully”. La lección fue compartida en redes sociales y recibió elogios por enseñar a su hijo a respetar a otros
🧠¿Qué tienen que ver la dieta y los probióticos con el autismo?
Un nuevo estudio (Nutrients, 2025) muestra que ambos pueden modular el sistema inmune y reducir inflamación en niños con TEA.
Te lo explico sencillo 👇