NEED FOR SPEED PERO POR EL MUNDO REAL
Se llama https://t.co/eA7tBvigNX y funciona en el navegador, sin instalar nada.
El mundo se genera en tiempo real delante de ti con datos de OpenStreetMap y elevación por satélite mientras conduces.
Y puedes montar carreras multijugador.
Esto ya empieza a parecerse al Need for Speed + Google Maps que prometían.
Un jugador:
→ busca una ubicación
→ clica donde quieras en el mapa y dale a
“Hop Here”
→ cuando caigas en paracaídas mantén X para llamar al coche a la carretera
Multijugador:
→ dale a “Create race” y elige salida y meta
→ se traza la ruta sola
→ “Share Race” para sacar el enlace y a correr
This is one of the most beloved paintings in America, and it puts its finger on something we all pass through, first as the child, and one day as the parent left behind...
The painting is Breaking Home Ties, by Norman Rockwell, on the cover of the Saturday Evening Post in 1954. A father and his teenage son sit side by side on the running board of a battered farm truck, waiting at a railway stop. A single track runs along the bottom of the picture. A ticket pokes from the boy's pocket. His suitcase is stacked with schoolbooks and wears a "State U" pennant. The train is coming to carry him off to college, away from home, for the first time in his life.
Everything is in the way they sit.
The son sits upright, scrubbed and dressed in his best, eyes fixed on the horizon, on the track, on the future rushing toward him. He is already half gone. For him that train is the beginning of everything.
His father sits beside him in worn work clothes and scuffed boots, looking the other way, down the line, as if he cannot bear to watch it arrive. The same train means the opposite thing to him. For the son it is the start of a life. For the father it is the day the house grows quieter, the chair at the table sits empty, and the person he built his world around walks out into a life that no longer has him at its centre.
Look at his hands. He is holding two hats. His own battered one, and resting on top of it, his son's crisp new one, held carefully together, because it is the last small thing he can still do for the boy...
And then the dog, its head laid in the son's lap, gazing up, refusing to look away. Rockwell knew exactly what that was for: "The father couldn't show how he felt about the boy's leaving," he said. "The dog did."
It has moved people for 70 years because every leaving is a beginning for one person and an ending for another. The child steps out into the world, as they should. And someone stays behind, watching them go, and loving them enough to let them go anyway...
Mientras Argentina jugaba uno de los peores mundiales en su historia la camada siguiente campeona jugaba en:
Dibu : Getafe
Molina: DyJ
Montiel: River
Cuti: Belgrano
Licha: DyJ
Enzo: RESERVA
Maca: AAAJ
De Paul: Udinese
Pala: River
Paredes: Zenit
Julián: RESERVA
Lautaro: Racing
El laburo que se hizo fue impresionante, 4 años es mucho tiempo y la materia prima está, hay que laburarla.
La moto es su Vara de Moises, la hizo eco en el túnel y se abrió el mar de gente. Sonaron en el medio las trompetas y el canto ahogó a reyes y faraones. Vos decis que esta escena no está guionada y no te creen.
Argentina terminó jugando así, es increíble. Un delirio sin concepto táctico ni organización alguna. Simplemente once tipos empujando para adelante con pura mística y corazón