Paroles, Paroles..

Dalida & Alain Delon

Преди тази песен ме натъжаваше, сега ме кара да се усмихвам. Напомня ми за един настоятелен и все пак непохватен французин:-)

и за Торино през една самотна дъждовна вечер:-)

Всъщност се оказва, че контрола върху мястото, което заемаме в живота, е изцяло наш. Ние сме жертва на самите себе си. Жертви сме, ако на подсъзнателно ниво вземем решение да сме такива. Всесилни сме, ако решим, че можем да се справим и не се страхуваме.

Страхът от грешки и страхът от тъмното са нещото, от което човекът с неговия кратък живот е трябвало отдавна да се отърси. Толкова ни е мало времето, като на мушици еднодневки, че веднага щом се родим преживяваме един встъпителен краш курс към животът…. и когато захапем, схванем, не остава какво да правим освен да се усмихваме глуповато към слънцето:-)

Животът приключва, до които и етап да си стигнал, за каквото и да си се борил. Допринасяш за общата супа от генофонд и това е. Името е една илюзия за безсмъртие. Великите гробници и великите имена са едни празни черупки без съдържание. Аз като чуя например за Александър Бел имам някаква идея, че е измислил нещо, но нямам представа с какви мисли се е будил сутрин, за какво се е борил, обичал ли е, мразил ли е, на кои вицове се е смял.

Тъй че животът приключва и това е едно от нещата, които просто се приемат. Един вид причинител и ограничител на човешката безумна алчност за всичко.

Приключва животът. Веднъж обърнеш ли се рязко да видиш дали зад гърба ти няма сянка – имаш голям шанс да продължиш да го правш до края на живота си докато тази сянка не се окаже кокалеста и с вечна усмивка.

Живейте по леко. Бъдещето ще се случи, незавсимо дали се тревожите за него.

Досега не бях виждала толкова черен облак като този, който се изля привечер.

Time has stopped. Slowed down and stopped. In the morning I wake up as if in a loop – every day reliving the same one. It is just a feeling around the edge of senses. Somewhere in the corner of my eye, of my nose, of my mouth, somewhere there.

If you feel like doing something for humanity…

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The messages theory

Every day a person dies, another one is born. Right now there millions of people who are 20 yrs old, 30 yrs, 40 yrs old, 60yrs old, maybe less than the normal 80-90yrs old (natural selection and 2WW).

So if we imagine the information flow around us like an answer to demand, or just a constant supply, then we state that all kind of messages are in the air constantly.

There are the ones aimed at 10 year old girls, which only the 10years old girs perceive. Naturally we ignore children stuff. They ignore BBC stuff.

So all kind of messages are in the air. If we accept also that the human mind and culture are limited, meaning that culture hasn’t changed too much in the last centuries. Meaning that messages in the air are constant and consistent.

This means that, it is not our environment that supplies us with information, and so shapes us.
It is US who perceive only some of the information and so accept to be shaped by it.

Meaning that society is not in fault for the guys in prison – its their own fault and not by means of sociological shifting blame.

So, why do we perceive just some information? Because we have a programme in our heads to do it. Either genes or a soul, which has chosen a pattern before being incarnated. The 2 explanations are synonymous, according to me.

But the point is that your development as a person is predetermined. But we are still irrational, so choices are not predetermined. Rather their originating and happening is.

This means that if we put a genious mathematician on the farmer field in India, he is going to get hyper excited by shapes and numbers, he is goin gto be able to do his grocery sums in seconds, he would be able to calculate the field’s area, the annual product and so to build and intuitive model of his output. Cool, eh?

Hihihihi

Hi there!

Don’t tell anyone, but I`m talking to myself.  I realized it when I saw myself on a photo, taken by a stranger and then recognized by a friend. My face was so animated, I was alone on the street and some photographer thought that I am very nice object. Kewl!

Earthquakies may be due to metro digging on the base of the hill. This rules out a sudden neurological disturbance. Of this kind.

Maybe writing a blog is another sign of talking to oneself. I tend to write when I am at home alone, stuck on a upcoming exam. Tomorrow. Then 7 left. One gets to wonder how with that burden I will manage to get out of bed for the following 2 months. But its piece of cake – I am going to study in bed and stay with my pyjama aaaaaaaaaaal day long. What an idily:-)

Dicono di me,
che sono una strega drogata e truccata e piena di sè…

Greetings with an old hit:

You could be whatever you think you are – but we are all equal in the face of love. And not only there…

I am going back to studying. Hopefully a good note will give me an advantage to procreate!;-))

Irony

I remember a time when was jealous of one girl, who claimed to have the image I always wanted to have.  You know that when you envy someone you tend to bestow him all those nice qualities you want to have…

Well, long after I stopped looking for affirmation in comparison with other people, I saw something that rather amused me.

I have my special earrings, which are custom made and not that sophisticated, I wear them every day for nearly 2 years now. When one was broken I just replaced it with a new one, so now I have even a stash of reserve ones, about 6-7 in total.:-)

Anyway, I saw a photo where she had the same ones. The same. Like mine. My brand. It would have given me a greater kick half an year ago, its not fair for irony to be so late;-)

Ideas pass, times pass, the things that people will remember are different from the ones that happen.

Anyway, lots of earthquakes recently, eh? Last 2 days I have been shaking soooo much, I don’t even pretend anymore to bother about the occasional swing. The cat neither.

Hope a miracle happens and they will find the AirFrance plane whole and with survivors.

Hope another miracle will happen and people will wake up happy tomorrow. I will;-)

Love at no sight

Interesting issue in the above article. How much do we depend on the visual expression we make on other people.

Rupert Murdoch: …we all know economists were created to make weather forecasters look good…

Today’s economical

A good article on the Guardian: This epochal crisis requires us to resolve the paradox of capitalism

Fiat takes over Chrysler, negotiating with Opel, Volkswagen and Porsche to merge. Evidently, the automobile market has enetered in its mature state and the Big Players have to merge until there would be only a few surviving entities who have a positive number in the end of the year in the balance sheets due to economies of scale. Long live neo-classical economic theory, till now it got that right.

The crisis is merely the transmition from one situation to another, in a constant race of natural selection in the long run. Yesterday was a crisis, today is a crisis, maybe tomorrow will be also.  I wake up in the morning, the sun is shining and continues to do so till it goes down. In fact this day is the same as the one before 30 years, or the one after 100. Crisis is merely a word to describe insecurity, but this insecurity has always been there.

Imagine your life after 2 years. There will be another crisis, believe me. As there was one before 10 years.

Hip-py

I think the deepest need of humans, beside survival, is love.

In the childhood we learn to associate love with attention. When we grow up we continue to demand attention from the people around us, hoping that there is also some love along the way.

Then there is left only the demand for attention. We certainly have a short memory.

I know a lot of people who seek attention, like butterflies seek light. They tend to behave in a showing off manner which used to disgust me just after I stopped incurring it. Seeking attention is something normal for teenagers, who are still insecure in their societal position, but you have to grow up. Switch from attention to love.

Anyway, I think today I am going to wear my pink hippy skirt.