Cómo instalar Atom en Debian 10

Descargamos la última versión para nuestro sistema desde https://atom.io/ y lo instalamos con

sudo dpkg -i atom-amd64.deb

Cambiaremos el nombre del fichero al adecuado.

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atom .
apm help 

Cómo instalar Node en Debian 10

Última versión

sudo apt install curl software-properties-common
curl -sL https://deb.nodesource.com/setup_12.x | sudo bash -

o LTS

sudo apt install curl software-properties-common
curl -sL https://deb.nodesource.com/setup_10.x | sudo bash -

Después

sudo apt update
sudo apt install nodejs

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node -v
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sudo apt install build-essential

Cómo instalar el compresor 7zip en Debian 10

sudo apt install p7zip-full

Desde la línea de comando simplemente para lanzar el programa

7z

Relacionado

sudo apt update
7z a file.7z *
7z l file.7z
7z e file.7z

Cómo añadir un usuario al grupo sudo en debian 10

su -
usermod -aG sudo usuario

Donde usuario será el nombre del usuario que queremos añadir a sudo

Relacionado:

apt install sudo
visudo
nano /etc/sudoers
adduser usuario
whoami
su - usuario

Carl Sagan – Man in his arrogance


«See that star?»

«You mean that bright red one?» his daughter asks in return

«Yes, it might not be there anymore. It might be gone by now, exploded or something. Its light is still crossing space, just reaching our eyes now. But we don’t see it as it is, we see it as it was.»

Many people experience a stirring sense of wonder when they first confront this simple truth. Why? why should it be so compelling. The immense distances to the stars and the galaxies means we see everything in the space in the past. Some as they were before the earth came to be. Telescopes are time machines.

Long ago, when an early galaxy began to pour light out in to the surrounding darkness no witness could have known that billions of years later some remote clumps of rock and metal, ice and organic molecules would fall together to make a place that we call earth. And surely nobody could have imagined that life would arise, and thinking beings evolve who would one day capture a fraction of that light and would try to puzzle out what sent it on its way.

We can recognize here a shortcoming, in some circumstances serious, in our ability to understand the world. Characteristically, willie-nilly we seem compelled to project our own nature onto nature. Man in his arrogance thinks himself a great work worthy of the interposition of a deity. Darwin wrote in his notebook, more humble, and I think truer to consider himself created from animals.

We’re johnny-come-latelys; we live in the cosmic boondocks; we emerged from microbes in muck; Apes are our cousins; our thoughts are not entirely our own, and on top of that we’re making a mess of our planet and becoming a danger to ourselves.

The trapdoor beneath our feet swings open. We find ourselves in bottomless free fall. We are lost in a great darkness and there is nobody to send out a search party. Given so harsh a reality, of course we are inclined to shut our eyes and pretend that we are safe and snug at home, that the fall is only a bad dream. If it takes a little myth and ritual to get us through a night that seems endless, who among us cannot sympathize and understand?

We long to be here for a purpose. Even though, despite much self-deception, none is evident. The significance of our lives and our fragile planet is then determined by our own wisdom and courage. We are the custodians of life’s meaning. We long for parents to care for us, to forgive us of our errors, to save us from our childish mistakes. But knowledge of preferable to ignorance. Better, by far, to embrace the harsh reality than a reassuring fable.

Modern science has been a voyage into the unknown, with a lesson in humility waiting at every stop. Our common sense intuitions can be mistaken. Our preferences don’t count. We do not live in a privileged reference frame. If we crave some cosmic purpose, then let us find ourselves a worthy goal.

Bryan Cranston’s Ozymandias

I met a traveler from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert… Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Percy Bysshe Shelley