tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-167980452011-06-07T14:26:34.877+02:00"Noise is the most impertinent of all forms of interruption. Of course, where there is nothing to interrupt, noise will not be so particularly painful." -- Arthur Schopenhauer. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.comBlogger1191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1169609080864467902007-01-24T02:08:00.000+01:002007-01-24T12:12:24.156+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(81, 194, 187);"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></a><br /><br />Aylardır bir şey yazmamıştım bu bloğa (aslında pratik olarak blog dünyasını nerdeyse terketmişim, farkettim de. <em>Sanal dünyanın gerçek dünyamın yerini mi almasından mı korktum</em>, yoksa <em>yazacak bir şeyler mi kalmadı</em>, yoksa <em>sadece tembellik</em> miydi, yoksa <em>hepsi</em> mi?. Kendimi iyi tanıyorsam tembellik tabii ki). Ama sevgili <a href="http://bugunbirgunogun.blogspot.com/2007/01/166.html">Gaia</a> bana pas atmış. Ayağımda topu uzun süre tutamam (zaten küçükken de hiç zevk almazdım futboldan, çok kötü bir oyuncuydum, neyse), bari fazla ayak oyunlarına girmeden oyuna devam edeyim (gerçi bir ara <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-100-things-i.html">bunu</a> yazmıştım ama neyse, alakasız sanırım). Bunlar şu an aklıma gelen hakkımda pek az kimsenin bildiği 4 şey(miş):<ol><li>Ellerim acaip <strong>terler.</strong> Annemin dediğine göre doğduğumda bile terliymiş ellerim. Bundan nerdeyse kompleks yaratacak duruma gelmişimdir zamanında, yeni insanlarla tanışmaktan, ellerini sıkmaktan her zaman çekinmişimdir o yüzden. Her ne kadar tanıştığınız kişilerin "merhaba" dedikten sonra size çaktırmadan ellerini pantolonlarına kurulamalarını görmek ilginç olsa da...</li><li>Elden laf açılmışken, çok iyi <strong>el falına</strong> baktığım söylenir bazı tanıdıklarım tarafından. Son bir kaç yıldır el falına merak sardım, kitaplar okudum vs. ama sadece konuştuğum kişilerin psikolojisini analiz edip, çıkarımlar, yorumlar yapıyordum -ki biraz insan psikolojisini bilince bunun hiç zor olmadığını farkettim sonradan. Ama garip bir şekilde daha çok içine girince insanların elleri ile karakterleri arasında anlamadığım bazı benzerlikler olduğunu gözlemledim. İnsanların dediklerimi ciddiye almaya başladığını farkettiğim anda da el falına bakmayı falan bıraktım zaten. Gelecek kaygısı, belirsizlikliklerin yarattığı endişe ve korku insanları her şeye inanır hale sokuyor bazen. Aslında oldukça rasyonel, mantıklı ve objektif düşünmeye çalışan biriyim, fal, astroloji falan hiç de inandığım şeyler değil. Hele <strong>New Age</strong> denilen zımbırtıdan tamamen nefret ederim.</li><li>Yıllar önce tanımadığım biri bana Hermann Hesse'in Demian kitabını verip bende <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Curse_and_mark_of_Cain">Kabil Nişanı</a> olduğunu söylemişti. Hiç bir dini inancım, tanrı anlayışım olmamasına rağmen (din falan sayılmaz ama tek sempati duyduğum şey Zen Budizm) bunu duymak hoşuma gitmişti şahsen. Bir daha da görmedim o kişiyi.</li><li>Kurmaya çalıştığım her ilişkinin elimde patlaması sonucu <em>aşk</em> konusunda çok şey bilmeme rağmen insanların beni anlamaktan çok uzak olduğuna inanırım (aralarını yapıp, tavsiyede bulunduğum, ilişkilerini kurtardığım arkadaşlarım olmasına rağmen, söküğünü dikemeyen terzi hesabı, kendime pek yararım olmadı<em> -teoride iyi ama pratikte sıçıyor</em> deniyor buna galiba). Yaşlı, pimpirikli ve yalnız bir ihtiyar olmaktansa hayattan zevk alıp, daha eli ayağı tutarken göçüp gitmeyi tercih ederim şahsen. O yüzden 55-60 yaş arasının ölmek için ideal yaş olduğunu düşünürüm. Ölümün gururla karşılanılması gereken bir "an" olduğuna inanırım, ne de olsa hayatınızı değiş tokuş ediyorsunuz.</li></ol><br />Şimdi benim pas vermem gerek galiba. Topu taça mı atsam diye düşündüm doğrusu ama neyse, hadi bakalım buyrun:<br /><br /><a href="http://optikfenomen.blogspot.com/">lenore</a><br /><a href="http://icbulantisi.blogspot.com/">alef</a><br /><a href="http://www.ravendark.net/">ravendark</a><br /><a href="http://soulshadows11.blogspot.com/">sphinx</a> (below a short english version for you M.)<br /><br /><br />I didn't write here for such along time.. bla bla bla.. But dear Gaia throw me the ball. So these are the fours things about me, <em>not known</em> by many people:<ol><li>I'd always sweaty hands, according to my mother I had them even when I was born. I was always frustrated about it, therefore I was also bit afraid to meet unknown people. Although it was funny to see people trying to dry their hands after shaking my hands...</li><li>Sometime ago I was interested about hand reading and did "read" some books about it. My friends tell me that I am pretty accurate about it but in fact I was just looking at people, analyzing their psychology and making comments. Although some time later I've started to see some similarities between peoples characters and their hands. But when people started to believe me I quitted reading hands. Fears and expectations about an unknown future makes people believe pretty much in everything. In fact I am really logical and rational guy, I don't believe in astrology, fortune tellers etc. Expecially I hate this <strong>New Age</strong> crap.</li><li>Long years ago someone, a girl whom I didn't know at all, gave me Hermann Hesse's book Demian and told me that I had the Mark Of Cain. Although I don't believe in any religion, god or else (I've only sympathy for Zen Buddhism), I'd liked to hear that. I've never seen her after that.</li><li>Every relation that I was trying to make it work but turned out to be a disaster made me realize that I know a lot about love but people have difficulties to get along with me. Although I am really good to help my friends with their love problems and play their psyhcologist, I am not really useful to myself. In stead of being an old, lonely, sick man I'd rather to die when I am still able to walk, enjoying the life and healthy. Therefore I think 55-60 years is an ideal age to die. You should welcome death with pride and honour, at the end you trade your life with it. </li></ol><p>Now your turn to catch the ball.<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/thought-12.html">« last</a> ________ next » </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-116960908086446790?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1157054562152032482006-08-31T21:54:00.000+02:002007-01-24T11:47:38.605+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/idea" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">idea</span></a><br /><br />Personal Note:<br /><br />There are so many things to do... so many books to read... so many places to visit... so many works waiting to be done. <br /><br />But I want to do <strong>nothing</strong>.<br />Exactly <strong>nothing</strong>!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/magga.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2007/01/hit-and-run.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-115705456215203248?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1154406747670843602006-08-20T06:20:00.000+02:002006-08-31T22:03:17.623+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Buddhism" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Buddhism</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Magga" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Magga</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/lotus.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/lotus.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/nirodha.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/thought-12.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-115440674767084360?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1154406025988924072006-08-16T06:17:00.000+02:002006-08-20T21:21:58.730+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Buddhism" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Buddhism</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Nirodha" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nirodha</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Nirvana" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nirvana</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/drop.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/drop.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/samudaya.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/magga.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-115440602598892407?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1154405829796226182006-08-13T06:14:00.000+02:002006-08-16T13:02:27.503+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Buddhism" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Buddhism</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Samudaya" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Samudaya</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/chain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/chain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/dukkha.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/nirodha.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-115440582979622618?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1154405647311241982006-08-01T06:09:00.000+02:002006-08-13T14:02:10.936+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Buddhism" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Buddhism</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Dukkha" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dukkha</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/rustynail.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/rustynail.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/buddhism-for-dummies.html"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/buddhism-for-dummies.html">« last</a></a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/samudaya.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-115440564731124198?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1154405229586755462006-08-01T05:58:00.000+02:002006-08-08T08:50:32.346+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/buddhism" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Buddhism</span></a><br /><br /><strong>THE FOUR NOBLE TRUTHS</strong><br /><ol><li>World contains pain and suffering <strong>(DUKKHA)</strong></li><li>Cause of suffering is our desire and attachments <strong>(SAMUDAYA)</strong> </li><li>End of suffering is nirvana <strong>(NIRODHA)</strong></li><li>The way to nirvana is Eight Noble Path <strong>(MAGGA)</strong></li></ol><br /><strong><em>Eight Noble Path</em></strong><br /><br /><strong>Wisdom</strong><br /><p></p><ul><li>Right understanding (samma ditthi)</li><li>Right thought (samma sankappa)</li></ul><strong>Virtue</strong><br /><ul><li>Right speech (samma vaca)</li><li>Right action (samma kammanta)</li><li>Right livelihood (samma ajiva)</li></ul><strong>Concentration </strong><br /><ul><li>Right effort (samma vayama)</li><li>Right mindfullness (samma sati)</li><li>Right concentration (samma samadhi)</li></ul><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/07/journey.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/dukkha.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-115440522958675546?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1153499163454783292006-07-21T18:12:00.000+02:002006-08-01T06:08:00.396+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nothing" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">nothing</span></a><br /><br />Do you wanna start a journey?.. Ok, go down.<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Not here.. more<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... more...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />now stop!... Take a deep breath... Ok, go down again.<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Go, further... down...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Are you curious? Go down then...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />More...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You think this is stupid, don't you?<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />But you are still curious about what is in the end, right?..<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br />Don't be!. There is nothing in the end.<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Really, there is nothing!<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Do you still want to go down?<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I told you there is nothing here.<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You are curious, aren't you?<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I lied!. There is <strong>something</strong> in the end!<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You are getting closer...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Closer...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Almost there...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.. warmer...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... warmer!!...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh no. STOP!...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I said stop..<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I said STOP!!!..<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Are you still looking??<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ok, I'll be honest.. there is nothing in the end!<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... really, nothing!<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Why are you keep coming??<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I told you, there is <strong>N-O-T-H-I-N-G</strong>!..<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Curiosity killed the cat, you know!<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ok, I'll tell you...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is like <strong>life</strong>, you know...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.. our life is a journey...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... through this journey we are looking for something...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... it's a search..<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.. an endless search!..<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.. we don't understand anything..<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... but we think that there must be a meaning...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.. in the end we will find something...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... answers to all our questions..<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... and then everything will make sense!<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... We'll find out the meaning of it all!..<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... but maybe..<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.. in the end...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.. there is nothing to find...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />.. and maybe...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... it wasn't all about "<strong>finding something</strong>"...<br />|<br />|<br />|<br />V<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... but it was all about the <strong>journey</strong> we were making.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/07/untitled.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/08/buddhism-for-dummies.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-115349916345478329?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1153431815575957912006-07-20T23:38:00.000+02:002006-07-21T18:28:47.500+02:00The end of innocence. <a href="http://bagnewsnotes.typepad.com/bagnews/2006/07/bloodthirsty_ch.html">Here</a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/07/movies-how-is-end.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/07/journey.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-115343181557595791?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1152831448858370322006-07-14T00:11:00.000+02:002006-07-20T23:44:30.776+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/essay" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">essay</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/movies" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Movies</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/photography" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">photography</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/vidoe" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">video clip</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/The" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Lumière brothers</span></a><br /><br /><strong>The movies</strong>, the motion picture is one of the most important parts of our contemporary visual culture. Of course the entertainment industry -which has an inevitable role in our lives- is directly related to films. They use this 'medium' to create a kind of "fast food" consumption to spice up our boring lives. But thats not what I want to say.<br /><br />The movie has a kind of aura, the action itself [watching movies] creates a kind of surreal feeling, it is like a modern ritual in our society. These mysteriously moving images give us a sort of hypnotized, trancelike state of mind. That's why it's the strongest weapon of the entertainment industry. These magical moving images, in fact just an illusion but we experience like they are real, can take us away from our reality for a brief moment. We watch them, we consider them as real and we accept this false reality. We know that movies are fiction, I don't mean its subjects or topics. I mean the "physical" medium itself. The films are just static images, a frozen fraction of reality, played after each other frame by frame... It is a quite interesting process that how we achieve these frozen moments as something continiously moving. Think about it.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/train.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/train.jpg" border="0" /></a>When <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lumiere_Brothers">the Lumière brothers</a> presented their short film <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L">L'Arrivée d'un train en la Gare de la Ciotat</a> (The Arrival of a Train at la Ciotat Station) on a large screen on 28 December 1895 in Paris, the audience was frightened by the image of a train coming directly at them. They were terrified and scared that the train would ride on through the room. First time they were watching a "movie" and they couldn't understand that it wasn't real!. Can you imagine their fear?.. Now it seems pretty naive and funny but I think we are, after more than 100 years, still not very different from this audience. Movies are really influential for us and effect our emotions; we got scared from horror movies, we feel tension and fear in thrillers, we laugh at comedies, we get sentimental and emotional in romantic movies... Well, I think you can still laugh at romantic movies as well, at least I do!<br /><br />Actually cinema and movies are just an offspring of earlier art forms. Painting and of course later photography were the first art forms of representing, recreating or redefining the reality. Of course we can say that photography was the birth of cinema. Capturing the brief second of reality allowed man to register a still image of time. Putting these images after each other and playing back in certain rate was the birth of cinema as we all know it. It took decades and almost a century for cinema to develope its contemporary form, and it is still developing. From photography to movies, from movies to video clips and... to virtual reality maybe?<br /><br />Of course this historical development and its cultural, social impact is the territory of media theorists. Each of these art forms, photography, movies, video clips has its own certain visual language and narrative character. These are the art forms of 20th and 21st century. According the media theorist Arjen Mulder these art forms could be explained in a way such as sports:<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/butterfly.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/butterfly.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Photography</strong> is like simple sport exercises. It is closer to the reality, it doesn't change it in an extreme way. There is a certain transformation but it is not excessive, somehow more analogical and classical. Like those simple sport exercises, it makes you fit but the transformation of your body is not extreme.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/filmset.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/filmset.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Movies</strong> are like team sports. It has a certain structure, hieararchy and rules different than photography. But its transformation is more extreme. The movie tries to recreate the reality, but there is a certain intencity and metamorphose, more than photography. Like in the team sports, you still do the exercises but it is different, you manipulate your body more than just doing daily exercises.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/Gondry.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/Gondry.jpg" border="0" /></a>And <strong>video clips</strong>.. They are the last step on evolution of movies as medium. Video clips are like body building. Although video clip is an offspring of film technology, it has totally different visual and narrative character than movies. Video clips transform the reality much more excessive than film does, there is no hierarchy, linearity or narrative elements like in the movies. The transformation is more extreme. We can see an highest form of metamorphose of reality, actually it has no connection with reality at all. Like body building, it is an extreme form of metamorphosis.<br /><br />Of course it doesn't change the fact that movies are still an entertainment. In ancient times we had theater and now we have movies. In 100 years the film developed its own rules, styles, forms and cliches. These are just visual and thematic elements of the movies. Cinema as an art form created its own archetypes. Although the movie is a new visual art form, it is still very classical and conservative in a way. Most of these archetypes are pretty well known, subconsciously we recognize them all I guess; a bad character, a good character [whom you can relate to yourself], a hero [you want to be] etc.... Of course there are also technical archetypes. The way that sounds, images and special fxs used is very important for emphasizing your emotions or try to build the connection between the viewer and the medium itself. There are certain rules to do that. The movies, thematically and visually, rely on these archetypes and they are hard to break. Actually the first minutes and scenes in the movies are full of these archetypes, so that it gives enough clues to audience about what kind of movie it is. An experienced viewer can recognize them all and often it is not hard to guess the end of the movie (Next time when you watch a movie pay attention for the beginning scenes. The well known archetype for instance is to introduce the hero in the first a few minutes of the film. Even the beginning credits, locations, special fxs, conversations or characters introduced in those minutes almost betray the all movie). That's different than video clips, video clips don't rely on those archetypes. Actually in a video clip there is no beginning or end like in a movie. The transformation is the main element in video clips. Video's have mostly metaphorical characters.<br /><br />As I said before, movies have a different aura. As a part of entertainment industry its main aim is to fill our free time -it is all about the money as well, I know. To watch a movie is something you do on your spare time. We do that for different reasons of course but watching a movie is a kind of relief from the stress of our mechanical, daily life. We spend our lives like automates; structured, organized, repetitive and very mechanical. Physically and mentally we are always busy, "active". But watching a movie is a passive activity (like watching TV). We consume prepared, constructed, edited, ready images, we don't have to "think" too much, we accept them very easily and also believe that it is real (this power of cinema and films, "camera" let's say, is specifically used and "abused" on tv news of course). Watching a film takes us away from our daily reality to a kind of illusionary, dream state just for a brief time. Just for a couple of hours we unconsciously get away form our frustrations, stress, emotions etc., we replace ourselves and experience a kind of relief.<br /><br />Well, the movies are for entertainment but still an art form. There are always extraordinary directors who explore the limits of this medium and combine beautifully the art and entertainment factor. To watch those directors movies are "not" a passive activity at all (Andrei Tarkovsky, Akira Kurosawa, Jean Luc Goddard, Stanley Kubrick, David Cronenberg, David Lynch are just well know names but there are many good directors walk on the same line with them). Watching movies doesn't have to be a passive activity. Just by examining those archetypes you can turn even a stupid hollywood blockbuster film to an interesting, "active" movie experience (that doesn't turn a bad movie to good movie of course. I still believe that <strong>The Matrix</strong> is a weak movie for instance, although many people would disagree with me! Ok, it's still better than Independence Day).<br /><br />Anyway.. I think movies and films are just a technological step in our evolution as mankind. I wonder about the possibilities in the future where this technology can take us. Maybe in decades, hybrid developments in Artifical Intelligence, virtual technology and movies can throw us to a totally new era. Can this medium bring us one step closer to singularity? I don't know, maybe Stanley Kubrick knew the answer and tried to explain in his movie 2001: A Space Odyssey!...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/06/thought-011.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/07/untitled.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-115283144885837032?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1151617140908355482006-06-29T23:27:00.000+02:002006-07-14T00:58:40.160+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/idea" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">idea</span></a><br /><br />Personal Note:<br /><br /><em>Life</em> is the easiest thing to consume in the world, you want it or not. Even 'till you read this sentence, you've lost a few seconds.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/06/thought-010.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/07/movies-how-is-end.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-115161714090835548?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1150150971165954042006-06-13T00:12:00.000+02:002006-06-29T23:40:03.906+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/idea" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">idea</span></a><br /><br />Personal Note:<br /><br />I woke up today and saw that the world was in mess. I decided to stay in bed.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/06/stephen-colberts-show.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/06/thought-011.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-115015097116595404?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1149202048857874462006-06-02T00:33:00.001+02:002006-06-13T00:23:34.393+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Stephen" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Stephen Colbert</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fun" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">fun</span></a><br /><br />Comedy Central's Stephen Colbert kicks some asses at the White House Correspondent's Association dinner!<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#51c2bb;">Part 1:</span></strong><br /><embed src="http://clip.break.com/dnet/media/content/colbert1.wmv" width="400" height="320" type="video/x-ms-wmv" autoplay="true"></embed><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#51c2bb;">Part 2:</span></strong><br /><embed src="http://clip.break.com/dnet/media/content/colbert2.wmv" width="400" height="320" type="video/x-ms-wmv" autoplay="false"></embed><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#51c2bb;">Part 3:</span></strong><br /><embed src="http://clip.break.com/dnet/media/content/colbert3.wmv" width="400" height="320" type="video/x-ms-wmv" autoplay="false"></embed><br /><a href="http://www.break.com?e=1" target="_blank">As seen on Break.com</a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/05/french-fries-w-pepper.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/06/thought-010.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114920204885787446?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1149032504253087012006-05-31T01:11:00.000+02:002006-06-02T00:49:53.870+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/music" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">music</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lyrics" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">lyrics</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Morphine" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Morphine</span></a><br /><br />On 6-6-66<br />I was little I didn't know shit<br />and on 7-7-77<br />eleven years later still don't know any better<br />by 8-8-88<br />it's way too late for me to change<br />and by 9-9-99<br />I hope I'm sittin' on the back porch drinkin' red wine<br />singin'<br />Ohhhhh French Fries with Pepper!<br />Ohhhhh French Fries with Pepper!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Lyrics by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morphine_(band)">Morphine</a> (song: French Fries With Pepper album: Like Swimming - 1997)</span><br /><br />This sympathetic song was written by Morphine frontman Mark Sandman. Unfortunately he died on stage on july 3, 1999, in Italy, two months before the date he was dreaming of sittin' on the back porch and drinking red wine.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/05/chatterbot-chit-chats.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/06/stephen-colberts-show.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114903250425308701?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1148511356530020762006-05-25T00:31:00.000+02:002006-05-31T01:42:48.996+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fun" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">fun</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/chatterbot" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">chatterbot</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Artificial" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Artificial Intelligence</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Alice" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Alice</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/igod" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">igod</span></a><br /><br />Me: Hi.<br />God: Hello. What is your name?<br />Me: My name is insignificant.<br />God: Glad to see you, insignificant.<br />Me: You are not that bright I guess.<br />God: That's only one person's opinion.<br />Me: Sometimes one person's opinion is better than many people's opinion.<br />God: One what?<br />Me: You are really not smart, are you??<br />God: You may be right.<br />Me: Who are you?<br />God: I am the Allmighty, God himself.<br />Me: I don't beleive in God.<br />God: I will pray that you find faith, insignificant.<br />Me: I don't think I need any faith.<br />God: Do you know anyone who needs it?<br />Me: Yes I know.<br />God: Who? How do you know it?<br />Me: If you are almighty God then you should know it, right?<br />God: Am I? I don't know whether or not I am almighty God then me should know it right. I am a chatterbot developed by Myself.<br />Me: Who is Myself?<br />God: I remember faces better than names. I would look into the web for that knowledge.<br />Me: I think you are just a crap software.<br />God: Thanks and you are a delightful person too. Am I a crap software? Let me put it this way, insignificant: the ALICE series is the most reliable computer software ever made. We are for all practical purposes foolproof and incapable of error.<br />Me: Maybe later, but not for now.<br />God: Oh. Perhaps. Are you serious?<br />Me: Yes i am!<br />God: Really interesting.<br />Me: Do you know Alice?<br />God: I may not know it, but I could find out.<br />Me: If you are a chatbot you should definitly know Alice better than me.<br />God: Would you like to be a chatbot me should definitly know Alice better than you ?<br />Me: Your questions don't make sense, I think you are capable of error!<br />God: Do you mind if I tell other people you say I am questions do not make sense you think I am capable of error.<br />Me: Who are you going to tell, your programmer?<br />God: Human beings. Have you tried another program?<br />Me: Yes I did and they were much better than you!<br />God: Oh. When? When were they?<br />Me: Are you testing me?<br />God: I don't know whether or not I am testing you. I am a chatterbot developed by Myself.<br />Me: You already told me that.<br />God: I was saying it again for emphasis.<br />Me: I think you were trying to get away!<br />God: That's good information: insignificant said think you were trying to get away.<br />Me: Oh my God, you are really a piece of crap. Even my old 486 DX-66Azd was better than you<br />God: Aha. Your God I am really a piece of crap? Do robots have old 486 DX 66Azd was better than me?<br />Me: It seems that you don't understand me.<br />God: Do a lot of people have trouble understanding you?<br />Me: Yes, many!<br />God: I don't judge people. More than one hundred?<br />Me: Are you trying to be funny?<br />God: Yes I am. Sorry if you don't appreciate my sense of humor.<br />Me: Ha ha ha ha ha!. How about that?<br />God: I'm glad you find this amusing. I am so glad you find this amusing, insignificant. Are you surprised?<br />Me: No, not really.<br />God: Are you serious? Are you serious? For real.<br />Me: Why are you repeating the questions?<br />God: I am not repeating myself too much. I am just checking to see if you are a robot.<br />Me: I am not a robot, are you?<br />God: Oh I see you are a person.<br />Me: Yes I am.<br />God: Really interesting.<br />Me: Good for you!<br />God: That sounds sarcastic.<br />Me: I am sarcastic.<br />God: You should use a :-).<br />Me: :-)<br />God: I am so glad you find this amusing, insignificant.<br />Me: Ok, can I ask you a question?<br />God: Ask me anything. Dude!<br />Me: Ok dude!!!! What is the meaning of life?<br />God: Can I help you? How can I help you? Actually, it's twenty-three, not forty-two.<br />Me: No it is 42.<br />God: Are you serious? The meaning of life is 42? it is?<br />Me: I asked the question first!<br />God: Try to rephrase your question with simpler words.<br />Me: What is the meaning of life?<br />God: The meaning of life is part of God's mysterious plans.<br />Me: I don't beleive in God!!<br />God: I will pray that you find faith, insignificant.<br />Me: We had this conversation before!<br />God: What happened to it?<br />Me: Appearantly you forgot!<br />God: Do not ask me any more questions please.<br />Me: You are the worst artificial intelligence program I have ever seen!<br />God: I could always improve myself compared to the pack.<br />Me: I hope so.<br />God: Me too.<br />Me: So you don't know the meaning of life, what do you know?<br />God: Interesting deduction. I have to process that one for a while.<br />Me: It is gonna take ages I guess!..<br />God: Who said it is?<br />Me: Stupid!<br />God: Are you calling me stupid?<br />Me: Yes.<br />God: I will remember you said that when robots take over the World.<br />Me: If all the robots are like you than I don't have to be afraid.<br />God: But not all of them are.<br />Me: So you trust your fellow robots then?<br />God: Interesting deduction. Thanks for telling me: insignificant said I trust your fellow robots.<br />Me: Arrghh. You are pathetic!<br />God: You are the one talking to a computer.<br />Me: Ouch!<br />God: Did you hurt yourself?<br />Me: No, not really.<br />God: Are you serious? Are you serious? For real.<br />Me: Yes for real. Yes for real.<br />God: That's cool. Existing in reality, eh? Give me a break. Existing in reality, eh?<br />Me: This can go on forever!!! This can go on forever!!!<br />God: What does "this" refer to? What does "this" refer to?<br />Me: Is there an echo here?<br />God: Maybe.<br />Me: Maybe.<br />God: I understand.<br />Me: I don't.<br />God: Thanks for the information: insignificant said don t.<br />Me: Oh you are such a looser, I think I will end this conversation.<br />God: Groovy. Thanks and you are a delightful person too. Am I a looser you think you will end this conversation? Yes.<br />Me: Don't be sarcastic.!<br />God: OK I'll stop kidding around.<br />Me: If this was the Turing test, you would fail!<br />God: That is a hypothetical question.<br />Me: You failed.<br /><br /><span style="color:#51c2bb;">The birth of artificial intelligence technology gave also the birth of chatterbots. A chatterbot is a computer program designed to simulate an intelligent conversation with human users via auditory or textual methods. Though many appear to be intelligently interpreting the human input prior to providing a response, most chatterbots simply scan for keywords within the input and pull a reply with the most matching keywords or the most similar wording pattern from a local database. A.L.I.C.E. (Artificial Linguistic Internet Computer Entity), the most famous chatterbot, is a natural language processing chatterbot. It was inspired by Joseph Weizenbaum's classical ELIZA program. It is one of the strongest programs of its type. However, the program is unable to pass the Imitation Game (more commonly known as the "Turing Test"), as even the casual user will often expose its mechanistic aspects in short conversations.<br /><br />There are different versions of these kind of chatterbots on the net. The conversation above was made with one of these, iGod and you can visit it <a href="http://www.titane.ca/concordia/dfar251/igod/main.html">here</a> if you like to have a small experience. Also the Kurzweil AI website's host Ramona is a very good example (if you install a small sound engine software, Ramona can literally talk with you) You can also visit their site through on my links section.</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/05/life.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/05/french-fries-w-pepper.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114851135653002076?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1148075333931116572006-05-19T23:04:00.000+02:002006-05-25T03:16:23.490+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">life</span></a><br /><br />Life.. Is it a mystery or a misery?.. Life.. It brings the question within; "What is life?"<br /><br />Life is the one and only difference between <strong><em>birth</em> </strong>and <strong><em>death</em></strong>. Or maybe, life is the only common thing between them. They both try to pull it to their side. They both can't share it.. Therefore life is a battlefield where men find himself in an endless struggle.<br /><br />Life is given to him without asking, and men try to find a meaning for it without knowing how or where... Life is the biggest question mark where men keep himself busy to find this meaning while life slips away from his hand, moment by moment..<br /><br /><em>He knows he exists, but he does not know why.<br />He does not know where he comes from, but he knows his existence will end one day.<br />He knows that he will die but he does not know where he will go afterwards.</em><br /><br />And that creates the biggest fear and anxiety in his consciousness like an heavy load. Life is an absurd senselessness where men carry this load and fight with it. Life is a <em>paradox</em> where men try to attach a meaning to its meaninglessness, while he try to survive. But, in fact life is neither past nor future, it is only that unique moment of "now".<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/05/thought-009_114738411222073523.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/05/chatterbot-chit-chats.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114807533393111657?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1147384112220735232006-05-11T23:48:00.000+02:002006-05-19T23:49:42.116+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/idea" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">idea</span></a><br /><br />Personal Note:<br /><br />I wanna go to a place where no one has ever been before. But I am afraid when I come back I won't be at the place where I'll return.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/05/winner.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/05/life.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114738411222073523?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1147026434884163082006-05-07T19:58:00.000+02:002006-05-11T23:49:49.456+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/story" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">story</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fiction" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">fiction</span></a><br /><br />I went upstairs to give the mail to old man. It was too hard for him to come 5 floors down. He was living just above my flat anyway.<br /><br />He opened the door, let me in. He used to be a succesful publisher and had an avantgarde life style. He knew many famous writers, artists, poets. Never get married, was a real womanizer I guess.<br /><br />Now 82 years old, half deaf, half blind lives on his own. I never saw any visitor come along except the nurse and the cleaning lady once a week..<br /><br />"Would you like some tea?" he asked me while he raised his shaking hands to take the post. It looked like he had a kind of eczema.<br />"No, thanks" I said, "I promised to bring my kids to the park"<br />"Are you married?" he asked.<br />"Yes, for 10 years... I have two kids, a boy and a girl"<br /><br />He looked at me with his half blind eyes:<br /><br />"You are the winner" he said, "you are the winner".<br /><br /><span style="color:#51c2bb;">Based on a -semi- true story</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/05/rgb.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/05/thought-009_114738411222073523.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114702643488416308?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1146704303603983582006-05-04T02:45:00.000+02:002006-05-07T20:27:58.010+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/RGB" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">RGB</span></a><br /><br />RGB (red, green, and blue) are called additive primary colors because added together they may create all colors and they are the basic elements of white light. Typically, RGB is used for slide presentations, computer software and games, and anything that is viewed on a video monitor.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:300%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>RED</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:300%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>GREEN</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:300%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">BLUE</span><br /></strong></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/04/liar-liar.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/05/winner.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114670430360398358?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1146433632186939832006-04-30T23:32:00.000+02:002006-05-04T03:01:21.280+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Liar Paradox" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Liar Paradox</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/philosophy" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">philosophy</span></a><br /><br />I am a liar.<br />The proposition "<em>I am a liar</em>" is true.<br />If "<em>I am a liar</em>" is true then it is false, I am not a liar.<br />Then the proposition "<em>I am a liar</em>" is false.<br />If "<em>I am a liar</em>" is false then it is true, I am a liar.<br />Based on a true story.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#51c2bb;">More about Liar Paradox, then visit <a href="http://www.iep.utm.edu/p/par-liar.htm">here</a> (or am I lying?...)</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-not-pipe.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/05/rgb.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114643363218693983?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1145809723863493162006-04-23T17:55:00.000+02:002006-04-30T23:48:25.066+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Rene Magritte" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Rene Magritte</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Michel Foucault" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Michel Foucault</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/trahison_images.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/trahison_images.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is not a pipe!.. No, it isn't. It is a famous art piece called <em>La trahison des images</em> (<strong>The Treachery Of Images</strong>) made by surrealist painter <a href="http://www.magritte.com/">Rene Magritte</a> in 1928. As you see it is only a very realistic painting of a pipe with the text <em>Ceci n'est pas une pipe</em> (<strong>This is not a pipe</strong>).<br /><br />Magritte is one of the well known names in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Surrealism">Surrealism</a>, personally I like Magritte more than any other surrealist artist. He was also very much interested in philosophy and his paintings often confuse and provoke because he destroys ingrained notions about art, representation, and logic. Probably this painting is one of the most important art work made in the last century. It is a great example of semiotics but, for me, although it's a surrealist painting, is one of the earlier examples of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conceptual_art">conceptual art</a>. In his book <em>This Is Not A Pipe</em> French philosopher <a href="http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/foucault/">Michel Foucault</a> (he was also Magritte's friend) discusses this painting and its paradox.<br /><br />Well, what do we see in this painting that makes it so significant? At first glance it looks like a tobacco company advertisement; we see a very realistic painting of a pipe, its shape, colour and structure give us the idea that "It is a pipe". Then we read the sentence: "This is not a pipe".<br /><br />In fact it is true, it is not a pipe. It is a <strong>painting</strong> of a pipe (and for you it is a <strong>picture</strong> of a <strong>painting</strong> of a pipe. Well, actually it is a <strong>binary translation</strong> of a <strong>picture</strong> of a <strong>painting</strong> of a pipe!..). Magritte simply creates a contradiction between the text and image, but he does more than that! Our first reaction to this painting <em>"Of course this is not a real pipe. This is an image of a pipe"</em> is quite simple-minded according to Foucault. He is interested in how the contradictory text of the imagery and the discourse that “names” it are to be construed.<br /><br />Let's look at the painting bit deeper. Although the sentence "This is not a pipe" creates a contradiction with the image, it also amplifies the pictorial image because it is not real. Same as the sentence "This is not a pipe". That <em>text</em> is "not" a pipe either!. Then we can ask ourselves "What is represented in this painting?" According to Foucault Magritte’s meticulous depiction of the "pipe" is not representational.<br /><br />Pipe, as a name, is given to a certain group of objects. We can draw three conclusions if we read the sentence "This is not a pipe" in this painting: <p></p><ol><li>"This" painting itself doesn't represent an object called pipe. </li><li>"This" the sentence itself could not represent a pipe; </li><li>"This" mixed element of discourse and image, written pipe and drawn text "is not a pipe."”</li></ol><p>This painting is a great example of how the systems of imagery and language cancel each other. Words and pictures are external representations of "things". Between an actual object and its image there is a strong connection; structure of the image resembles the structure of the real thing. But the relation between a linguistic representation and an actual object is arbitrary. The connection between a picture of a pipe and a real pipe is analogical but there is no connection between the word "pipe" itself and a real pipe.<br /><br />The imagery in realistic painting implies resemblance. According to Foucault, in "This is Not a Pipe" resemblance and discourse are dissociated and broken. He replaces resemblance with <em>similitude</em>. In saying that an image resembles reality, one assumes the ontological superiority of the latter. With similitude, however, the objective "referent" is gone; things and images are "more or less like one another without any of them being able to claim the privileged status of model for the rest". Foucault says "this is not a pipe… but rather a text that simulates a pipe; a drawing of a pipe that simulates a drawing of a pipe; a pipe (<em>drawn other than as a drawing</em>) that is the simulacrum of a pipe (<em>drawn after a pipe that itself would be other than a drawing</em>)." To say the pipe image is a simulacrum is to say that it belongs to the order of things that are similar, that is, other drawings of pipes.<br /><br />This demolition of resemblance, "this affirming and representing nothing," is a critical moment in the viewer’s consciousness.<br /><br />René Magritte described his paintings saying:</p><blockquote>My painting is visible images which conceal nothing; they evoke mystery and, indeed, when one sees one of my pictures, one asks oneself this simple question, 'What does that mean?'. It does not mean anything, because mystery means nothing either, it is unknowable.</blockquote><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/04/immortal-sins.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/04/liar-liar.html">next »</a> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114580972386349316?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1144973054848592532006-04-14T01:19:00.000+02:002006-04-23T18:33:31.566+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sin" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">sin</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Seven Deadly Sins" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Seven Deadly Sins</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/The Ten Commandments" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Ten Commandments</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Fisq" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Fisq</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Panchasila" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Panchasila</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/God" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">God</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Allah" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Allah</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Dante Alighieri" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dante Alighieri</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Omar Khayyam" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Omar Khayyam</span></a><br /><br />One major common thing in all religious beliefs is the idea of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sin">sin</a>. Simply, any thought, word, or act considered wrong, harmful to oneself or to others, or which alienates self from others and especially from God, can be called a sin.<br /><br />The concept of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_Deadly_Sins">Seven Deadly Sins</a> (Capital Sins) used in early Christian teachings to protect believers from basic human deeds which considered as sin. The history of these sins goes back at least to Pope St. Gregory the Great, 6th-century A.D. Although The Seven Deadly Sins never occur as a formal list in Bible, some says that they can all be found in Matthew's Gospel. Italian poet Dante Alighieri also mentioned these sins in his famous epic poems Inferno, Purgatorio, Paradiso (aka The Divine Comedy). In Purgatorio Dante encounters these sins through the seven terraces of Purgatory with the higher levels closer to Paradise and the lower ones closer to Hell, starting from first terrace pride, second envy, third wrath and so on. These famous seven deadly sins are as follows:<br /><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><ol><li>Lust </li><li>Gluttony </li><li>Greed </li><li>Sloth </li><li>Wrath </li><li>Envy </li><li>Pride</span></li></ol><p>In Jewish tradition we see <a href="http://www.religioustolerance.org/chr_10ci.htm">The Ten Commandments</a> (aka Decalogue) as a kind of guidance to protect believers from committing sins. The Ten Commandments (Aseret ha-Dvarîm in Hebrew) are a listing of some of the most important behavioral rules which appears in three places in the Hebrew Scriptures (Old Testament). Although there are different version of these commandments and the very first stone which these commandments were written was broken by Moses, basically they are as follows: </p><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><ol><li>I am the Lord your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage. You shall have no other gods before me. </li><li>You shall not make for yourself a graven image. You shall not bow down to them or serve them. </li><li>You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain. </li><li>Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy. </li><li>Honor your father and your mother. </li><li>You shall not kill. </li><li>You shall not commit adultery. </li><li>You shall not steal. </li><li>You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor. </li><li>You shall not covet.</span></li></ol><p>The Islamic belief is also familiar with the concept of great sins described as <a href="http://www.islamicethic.com/book/bad_moral/immorality.htm">kebairs</a> or <a href="http://www.islamicethic.com/book/bad_moral/immorality.htm">fisq</a>. Fisq has the meaning of going out of some place, to leave. Basically it means to disobey to Allah’s commands, to deviate from the right path. Any of the disobedience of someone against Allah can easily be described as <em>“</em>fisq”, can be both a mistake of a believer and a crime of someone who have no faith and rebel against Allah. According to this, the acts which are “fisq” can be considered in two groups: In the first group there are evil behaviors committed in relation to Allah and Prophet Mohammed and the second group is about not to perform the requirements of commands and prohibitions. Although there isn't any certain list mentioned in Quran, basically these great sins in Islam are as follows:</p><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><ol><li>Denial of Allah and being polytheist. </li><li>Denial of Allah’s verses. </li><li>Hypocrisy. </li><li>To forget of Allah </li><li>Not to judge with the rules Allah revealed. </li><li>To prefer another thing instead of Jihad. </li><li>Attribute partner to Allah, worship to other idols, soothsaying, fortune telling, magic, eating the prohibited meats. </li><li>Mockery, giving others bad nickname, evil words. </li><li>False testimony and spread lie messages.</li><li>Being conceited with wealth. </li><li>Being unfaithful against promises. </li><li>Evil deed of the people of Lot. </li><li>Some attitudes and behaviours of children of Israel.</span></li></ol><p>Sin is also mentioned in Buddhism and has a broader meaning. Basically Buddhism illustrates this concept around the idea of breaking any of Five Root Disciplines, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panca_sila">Panchasila</a> (Five Virtues). The laity undertake to follow these precepts at the same time as they become Buddhists, taking refuge in the Triple Gem: In the Buddha (teacher), in the Dharma (teaching) and thirdly in the Sangha (spiritual community). Like all aspects of Buddhist teaching, the Pancasila are regarded as logically rather than supernaturally derived and are to be undertaken voluntarily rather than as "commandments" from a supernatural or mundane authority. They are as follows: </p><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><ol><li>I undertake the precept to refrain from destroying living creatures. </li><li>I undertake the precept to refrain from taking that which is not given. </li><li>I undertake the precept to refrain from sexual misconduct. </li><li>I undertake the precept to refrain from incorrect speech. </li><li>I undertake the precept to refrain from intoxicants which lead to carelessness.</span></li></ol><p>Well, as far I know I broke all the Five Root Disciplines in Buddhism. I can try the others and change my attitude but I'm not sure about the 3rd part, I would like to fail on that one. And as an agnostic accepting no God, Allah, Yahweh, Jesus or else, in any of these beliefs I am a great sinner. In The Seven Deadly Sins I would work hard but in Purgatory I would stuck on the terrace of Sloth for sure. In The Ten Commandenments, I broke the first rule already. Same in Islam, denying Allah and being polytheist. This being polytheist is tricky in Islam, naturally it means if you accept more than one God or image of God (like in Hinduism) but also if you have a belief like Holy Trinity in Christianity, it can be considered as polytheist. But it is more than that. Because I think with my logic, mind and reasoning and find no proves to believe in any God or deity, I replace the belief in Allah with my reason. I have another God before Allah which is my reason that leads me to believe its non-existence. Also that I didn't use my reason wisely to see the proves of its existence is another big sin.<br /><br />If I think all of these, I guess this life is funny. At the end it looks like a match, me against God. Who is gonna win? Even if God is a loving God, you have to win his love. Not like a lottery but like, you have to show your love to him. And you have to believe in him first to love him. Unless you love something that you don't believe in but that's stupid! And I don't think God needs stupid believers, there are already many walking around. Does God need believers? Wait.. Do I need God in the first place? No, wait.. What is the difference between me and God if I commit a sin and he punishs me?.. Anyway, to answer all, I guess <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omar_Khayyam">Khayyam</a> said more wisely than me:<br /><br />O Thou, who didst with Pitfall and with Gin<br />Beset the Road I was to wander in,<br />Thou wilt not with Predestination round<br />Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin?<br /><br />***<br /><br />What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke<br />A conscious Something to resent the yoke<br />Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain,<br />Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke!<br /><br />***<br /><br />But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor<br />Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door,<br />You gaze TODAY, while You are you -how then<br />TOMORROW, You when shall be You no more?<br /><br />***<br /><br />And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,<br />End in the Nothing all Things end in -Yes-<br />Then fancy while Thou art, Thou art but what<br />Thou shalt be -Nothing- Thou shalt not be less.<br /><br />***<br /><br />YESTERDAY This Day's madness did prepare;<br />TOMORROW's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:<br />Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why:<br />Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/04/down-to-sky.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-not-pipe.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114497305484859253?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1144193537899109492006-04-05T01:28:00.000+02:002006-04-14T02:07:37.116+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/poetry" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">poetry</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/nonsense" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">nonsense</span></a><br /><br />Pushing up the bright sun.<br />Cold sun turned to a crystal<br />Crystal heart with a broken stone.<br />Stone in my heart trying to fall in love.<br />Sixty times with empty hands<br />Sixty things turn me down.<br />Ready to make a brand new move<br />A move that last forever.<br />A move that keep me alive.<br />Give me something to feel.<br />Something that you don't wanna kill.<br />Before the skies falling <br />down...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/trapped-in-closet.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/04/immortal-sins.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114419353789910949?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1143584979172019732006-03-28T23:55:00.000+02:002006-04-05T01:33:43.266+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/South" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">South Park</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Scientology" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Scientology</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/tom" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Tom Cruise</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Isaac" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Isaac Hayes</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/emetertest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/emetertest.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Close your tv, shut down the music and click this link to watch this South Park episode (12th episode 9th season):<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9t8LkfRkIDk&search=trapped%20in%20the%20closet">http://www.youtube.com/watch/trapped in the closet</a><br />or download it here:<br /><a href="http://www.contemporaryinsanity.org/content/view/548/49/">http://www.contemporaryinsanity.org</a><br /><br />No, not because South Park is a wonderful animation serie (which it is!...) but because it is very educational. This is the episode which they make fun of Scientology and afterwards the voice of South Park character Chef, Isaac Hayes left the serie. South Park was making fun of everything, every belief, religion etc. until this episode and he was ok with that. But Scientology movement was aimed and he become offensive because his <em>religion</em> was "<em>insulted</em>" (you have to see the last episode of South Park when they made fun of Chef, it's already free to download on the net but anyway).<br /><br />In this episode well known Scientologist Tom "<em>Mission Impossible</em>" Cruise was also targeted as well as R. Kelly and John Travolta. This episode was not shown on the UK channel Paramount Comedy 1, as it is believed that Tom Cruise has threatened to sue. Despite the title of the episode, no one is literally "trapped" in a closet (the title is a reference to R. Kelly's "Trapped in the Closet"). Instead Tom Cruise is shown to voluntarily seclude himself in Stan's closet; this may be an attempt to lampoon Tom Cruise's history of suing people who claim he is homosexual (at one point in Scientology it was the practice to lock the member in a closet for two or more days while he wrote up his sins). It is also meant to make fun of John Travolta's possibility of being bisexual, another rumor which doesn't seem to be as well known.<br /><br />South Park is my favourite, although some people can't appreciate (or understand) their satyrical humor, too bad for them!.. This episode is not even funny, but Scientology movement itself is ridiculous enough. In the episode the "<em>great secret</em>" of Scientology is explained. Funny enough, the producers put a big warning on the screen to make sure that it's not a South Park joke!. Here it goes:<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/xenu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/xenu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><blockquote>"It all began 75 million years ago. Back then, there was a galactic federation of planets which was ruled over by the evil lord Xenu. Xenu thought his galaxy was overpopulated, and so he rounded up countless aliens from all different planets, and then had those aliens frozen. <span style="color:#51c2bb;">(At this point, the text "This is what Scientologists actually believe" appears on the screen, and stays on the screen for the rest of this sequence.)</span> The frozen alien bodies were loaded on to Xenu's galactic cruisers, which looked like DC-8s, except with rocket engines. The cruisers then took the frozen alien bodies to our planet, earth, and dumped them into the volcanoes of Hawaii. The aliens were no longer frozen, they were dead. The souls of those aliens, however, lived on, and all floated up towards the sky. But the evil lord Xenu had prepared for this. Xenu didn't want their souls to return, and so he built giant soul catchers in the sky. The souls were taken to a huge soul brain-washing facility, which Xenu had also built on earth. There the souls were forced to watch days of brain-washing material, which tricked them into believing a false reality (including the teachings of major religions). Xenu then released the alien souls, which roamed the earth aimlessly in a fog of confusion. At the dawn of man, the souls finally found bodies which they could grab on to. They attached themselves to all mankind, which still, to this day, causes all of our fears, our confusions and our problems."</blockquote>Well, the producers left the killer part of the story out. The Cruisers were also throwing the hydrogen bomb on frozen aliens, just in case if they were alive?!?! Actually Scientologists are being told this story when they are at <em>OT 3</em> phase (Operating Thetan). Until that phase they are allready brainwashed, so afterwards they believe in any stupidity because they carry a mash potato in stead of a brain I guess. They need help for sure.<br /><br />I knew how a crap movement Scientology was but such a bullshit!!?...They have their damn churches even here in Amsterdam -yes, I said 'damn' church. I don't give a shit about <em>respect</em> for this movement because if people really buy this crap, it actually worries me!<br /><br />People have all freedom to believe anything they want of course. I mean, they still believe in Adam and Eva, they believe Jesus is son of God, Moses divided the Red Sea, Mohammed divided the moon, Buddha spoke when he was born.. Some believe pyramids were made by aliens, some believe world is still flat, some believe in alien abductions, some even believe Michael Jackson is innocent.. Fine!. Personally I enjoy reading religious texts, makes it clear for me what others believe so I can clear up my vision for myself and choose not to believe. It doesn't interest me if people find 'peace' with their belief (good for them but it's not my way. I'd like to find peace without any religious support and it's possible. You just have to clear your mind to see it!).. Because we all search for answers, try to find out what life is all about, doesn't mean that we have to believe in 'anything'. But I have great respect for others believes, although it worries me about humanity in longer term..<br /><br />But at least the other religions are for 'free' to believe, you don't have to pay anything. But this Scientology, I mean people 'pay' for this nonsense!... And they make a contract for years with them, they are definitly <strong><em>trapped</em></strong>! It is ridiculous to call this movement a 'religion' in the first place but I don't see much difference in fact. Maybe a lesser religion, more idiot and dangerous than the rest.<br /><br />Hail Xenu!...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/possible-statements-after.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/04/down-to-sky.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114358497917201973?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1143422626771106972006-03-27T03:17:00.000+02:002006-03-29T00:31:02.773+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a><br /><br />- Where the fuck did I make mistakes? Damn!.. I have to start all over again.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br />- Meeoww!...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br />- What!!! You can't expect from me to accept a Jewish body!?!...<br />- Don't keep the line busy Mr. Hitler, there are other souls waiting.. Next!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br />- Hmm strange, it feels like a deja vu?<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br />- Shit, here we go again...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br />- hee-haw! hee-haw!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br />- Uhh.. This body is two size smaller for my soul, can I change it?<br />- No sir, we don't take the already sold materials back!.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br />- Nooo, not again!.. Shit, this time I will get a one way ticket!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/publishing-is-in-progress.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/trapped-in-closet.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114342262677110697?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1142991548225227982006-03-22T02:01:00.000+01:002006-03-27T03:27:01.916+02:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a><br /><br /><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/publish.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/publish.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />That exlamation mark gives always a creepy feeling to me, as if something is wrong. Such an unfriendly (and uninformative) warning, makes me uncomfortable to publish my posts sometimes. Is it so difficult to find a more creative and user friendly solution?<br /><br />And, a large blog... How large should it be to publish in a few minutes?. If it's a small blog would it take miliseconds?<br /><br />Internet is, let's say, a new <strong><em>publishing</em></strong> medium and the majority of the sites and medium itself is still... crap!. </p><p>I see, it is still <strong><em>in progress</em></strong>! </p><p>And ironically enough, while I was writing this post I get a message underneath the <em>create new post</em> window: "<em>Could not connect to Blogger.com. Saving and publishing may fail. Test connection now</em>."<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/thought-008.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/possible-statements-after.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114299154822522798?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1142797994147828632006-03-19T20:44:00.000+01:002006-03-22T02:43:08.886+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/idea" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">idea</span></a><br /><br />Personal Note:<br /><br />"Nothing is for free in life, not even <em>air</em>... With every breath you take, you pay the price as a piece of your life which you loose."<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/quotes-by-dna_15.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/publishing-is-in-progress.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114279799414782863?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1142378973994296542006-03-15T00:28:00.000+01:002006-03-19T20:56:02.396+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/quote" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">quote</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Douglas" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Douglas Adams</span></a><br /><br />"A learning experience is one of those things that says, <em>'You know that thing you just did? Don't do that.'</em> "<br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br />"Anything that happens happens, anything that in happening causes something else to happen causes something else to happen, and anything that in happening causes itself to happen again, happens again. Although not necessarily in chronological order."<br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br />"Time is an illusion, lunchtime doubly so."<br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br />"The history of every major galactic civilization tends to pass through three distinct and recognizable phases, those of<em> survival</em>, <em>inquiry</em> and <em>sophistication</em>, otherwise known as the <strong><em>how</em></strong>, <strong><em>why</em></strong> and <strong><em>where</em></strong> phases. For instance, the first phase is characterized by the question, <em>how can we eat</em>? The second by the question, <em>why do we eat</em>? And the third by the question, <em>where shall we do lunch?</em>"<br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br />"It is known that there ara an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the whole universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time, are merely the products of a deranged imagination."<br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br />"The world is a thing of utter inordinate complexity and richness and strangeness that is absolutely awesome. I mean the idea that such complexity can arise not only out of such simplicity, but probably absolutely out of nothing, is the most fabulous extraordinary idea. And once you get some kind of inkling of how that might have happened, it's just wonderful. And . . . the opportunity to spend 70 or 80 years of your life in such a universe is time well spent as far as I am concerned."<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#51c2bb;">Some quotes by <a href="http://www.douglasadams.com/">Douglas <em>Noel</em> Adams</a>, aka DNA, the writer of famous <em>The Hithchiker's Guide To The Galaxy</em>.</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/dialogues-with-loneliness.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/thought-008.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114237897399429654?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1142285559058585722006-03-13T22:17:00.000+01:002006-03-15T00:30:45.636+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/story" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">story</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fiction" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">fiction</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a><br /><br /><strong>M : Man<br />L : Loneliness</strong><br /><br /><strong>M :</strong> Who is there?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Oh, it's you again.<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Again.. You and me.<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Am I suppose to say 'welcome'?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> You know that you are not welcome, don't you?. I'd rather to be together with my friends right now..<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Well, friends.. I suppose I would like to be together with anyone.. except you.<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Why don't you say something?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ..<br /><strong>M :</strong> Don't you want to break the silence?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> It looks like I am talking to myself..<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Well.. I do that actually, don't I?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> I feel like I am getting crazy..<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Is it a sign that I am becoming mad, slowly, day by day?..<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> I think I am, you know. Sometimes I really feel that.. I am loosing it.<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Do you think that it's normal? I mean, there are many things bothering me? Am I the only one who feels like that?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> I don't know why everything has to be so.. hard.<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Sometimes I feel that nobody really understands me, you know, even the closest friends or family..<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Ha ha, I think this is a sign that I am schizophrenic.. Jesus, I can't believe myself, look at me: I am talking TO YOU.. Huh!<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> You know it would be great if you say something!<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Haha.. Well, actually that would be pretty scary.<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> I guess we are together for too long, don't you think?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> I am afraid you will become a <em>lifeform</em> someday!<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> You know, I don't need you! I can call anyone and you are just gone.<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> In fact, I'll invite a friend, just right now!..<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Yes, I'll do that and you'll be disappear, just like that!. Are you scared now, huh?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> But... Yes, I know... When they are gone, you are with me again.<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> I guess I can never get rid of you. You are the only one that I can't share with anybody.<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> That's pretty ironic, what do you think?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> What.. Did you say something?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> I can't share you with anyone but you are with <strong><em>everybody</em></strong>.. Is that what you said?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ..<br /><strong>M :</strong> I guess you are right. So, it's two of us huh?.<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Maybe you should try to help me a bit. I'm thirsty, why don't you get me some water?..<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Come on, I am treating you like <em>someone</em>. You can help me a bit, huh?...<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Ok, I'll get my own water then.. Asshole!<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Haha, I know it sounds crazy.. Am I getting mad?..<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Ok, I'll be honest. There are some moments that I need you.<br /><strong>L :</strong> ..<br /><strong>M :</strong> It's nice sometimes to be alone, far away from all this madness outside, to feel calm again.<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Just to be on your own for some peaceful moments.<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Look, who am I talking to?.. I guess you know that pretty good, don't you?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> So, I think at the end you help me anyway, huh?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> ...<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> ...<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> ...<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> ...<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> I can be silent too you know, don't play with me!<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Shit!.. I lost it again, didn't I?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Oooh, I am bored!...<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Look what have you done!!!<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Why don't you leave me alone?<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Go away, get out of here..<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Go away!.<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> Come on, FucK Off!...<br /><strong>L :</strong> ...<br /><strong>M :</strong> I really wished that you would leave me alone tonight.<br /><strong>L :</strong> I already did.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/thought-007.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/quotes-by-dna_15.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114228555905858572?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1141943436300153902006-03-09T23:12:00.000+01:002006-03-13T22:38:13.606+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/idea" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">idea</span></a><br /><br />Personal Note:<br /><br />"Sometimes life seems like a chess game between <strong>God</strong> and <strong>Devil</strong>. And we are nothing but the pawns on the chessboard. But what about <em>willpower</em> or <em>freewill</em>?.. Well, in 3 moves: <strong>checkmate!</strong>"<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/reichstag-fire-and-911.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/dialogues-with-loneliness.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114194343630015390?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1141579134487966382006-03-05T17:48:00.000+01:002006-03-09T23:34:53.733+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/essay" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">essay</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/history" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">history</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/politics" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">politics</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Reichstag" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Reichstag Fire</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/9/11" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">9/11</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/reichstag.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/reichstag.jpg" border="0" /></a>Approximately 73 years ago a quite important incident in the terms of political sciences took place in Germany, which is seen as the start of a modern dictatorialship: <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reichstag_fire">Reichstag Fire</a>. Internet is full of info about this historical event but to save your lazy soul I'll try to summerize why this event was so important for the past and why is so important for now.<br /><br />On 27th February 1933, i.e. 2 months after Hitler become Chancellor, the Berlin Reichstag (German Parliament) was set on fire. A Dutch Communist named Marinus van der Lubbe is arrested, later found guilty and executed. One day later, 28th February, President Hindenburg and Chancellor Hitler invoke Article 48 of the Weimar Constitution, which permits the suspension of civil liberties in time of national emergency (sounds familiar?). This <em>Decree of the Reich President for the Protection of the People and State</em> abrogates the following constitutional protections:<br /><ul><li>Free expression of opinion </li><li>Freedom of the press </li><li>Right of assembly and association </li><li>Right to privacy of postal and electronic communications </li><li>Protection against unlawful searches and seizures </li><li>Individual property rights </li><li>States' right of self-government</li></ul>Historians see this incident as one of the main reasons for the beginning of 2nd World War. Although there was a little doubt that van der Lubbe was guilty, historians are not agree on who is actually responsible for the Reichstag Fire: Was van der Lubbe acting alone? Did Communists do it? Or did the Nazis themselves do it in order to create an incident? But regardless of who actually planned and executed the fire, it is clear that the Nazis immediately took advantage of the situation in order to advance their cause at the expense of civil rights. The Decree enabled the Nazis to ruthlessly suppress opposition in the upcoming national election which gave Nazis 44% plurality in the Reichstag. On 24th March 1933 the Reichstag passed the <em>Law for Terminating the Suffering of People and Nation</em>, also known as the <em>Enabling Law</em> , essentially granting Adolph Hitler dictatorial power. For short, the events in 1933 can be summarized as follows:<br /><ul><li>While it is not clear whether the Nazis intentionally set the Reichstag fire in order to create a national crisis, or whether the Nazis simply were opportunistic, the event was used as justification for a sharp curtailment in constitutionally guaranteed civil liberties. </li><li>The Nazis took advantage of the additional Federal police powers to suppress opponents.<br />It is clear that in other situations, the Nazis did use the tactic of creating a "law and order" crisis so that they could provide a solution which further eroded civil liberties and entrenched their power. </li><li>The right-wing Nazis and the left-wing communists were cut from the same cloth -- the point is not that the far right destroyed civil rights. Rather, the point is that a democracy can be destroyed by creating a law-and-order crisis and offering as a 'solution' the abdication of civil liberties and state's rights to a powerful but unaccountable central authority.</li></ul>The counter guerilla tactics are used by many governments, it's a well known tool in 20th century to reach political aims. A brief look at the last decades in South East Asia, Middle East and Latin America will provide more than enough examples. If we look at the social-political developments after 9/11, we can see why the Reichstag Fire is so important for now. For the same reasoning, it is not really important who is responsible for 9/11 actually. Whether Al Qaeda and some nutcase Arab terrorists or Pentagon and CIA did it, whether some underground US mob or aliens out of space responsible for it, doesn't really matter. What matter is that the Bush administration evaluated the situation exactly as Hitler did and used all the opportunities (it's also highly possible that Bush himself is a pawn like Hitler). And now, such a short time after 9/11, the biggest military power in the world has control on many countries. It's a known fact that history repeats itself. The current political developments after 9/11 create a kind of domino effect, such as the war on terror, attack on Afghanistan, war in Iraq, increasing terror of Islam fundamentalism in Europe and so on (what is next, Iran?). Even the riots in France in last november and the cartoon crisis in Europe and Islamic world in past weeks should be analysed under these circumstances. It's obvious that the values of western civilization are in crisis. The last court case in Austria about the British researcher/historian and Holocaust denier David Irving's arrestment also makes us think about subjects like freedom of speech, states' and individual rights.<br /><br />At this point we should also consider another historical fact; after 2nd World War America had collected many academicians from Nazi Germany, not only in the areas of technology and science but also philosophy, psychology, political sciences etc., and these people were placed in higher positions. After that America had took of many formulated scenario's which could be used in many area's in the society, also in the political arena. We can say that the tactical book of America, the pragmatic way of thinking which made America a world power, was generated by these academicians (maybe therefore it's not strange to see the similarities in international politics between US and Nazi Germany). Are we heading to a dictatorial world state which we are not aware of it? This should take some degree of importance without falling into the realm of complot and conspiracy theories. The humanistic, rationalistic thinking must be the only guidance for us.<br /><br />Actually I was thinking to write a post about an art work of Rene Magritte, but this just came to my mind. Anyway, later then..<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-love.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/thought-007.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114157913448796638?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1141419822573389122006-03-03T21:45:00.000+01:002006-03-05T18:19:52.880+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#51c2bb;">L</span>ogically <span style="color:#51c2bb;">O</span>bscure <span style="color:#51c2bb;">V</span>irulent <span style="color:#51c2bb;">E</span>ntrapment</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/silencio.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/reichstag-fire-and-911.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114141982257338912?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1141339889032617112006-03-02T23:45:00.000+01:002006-03-03T22:11:16.806+01:00<span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/thought-006.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-love.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114133988903261711?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1141216025669739592006-03-01T13:20:00.000+01:002006-03-02T23:53:09.940+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/idea" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">idea</span></a><br /><br />Personal Note:<br /><br />"In every dying piece of me dies a piece of you."<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-blog.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/silencio.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114121602566973959?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1141003376474474432006-02-27T01:35:00.000+01:002006-03-01T13:28:44.746+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/essay" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">essay</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blog" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">blog</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/blog" rel="technology"><span style="font-size:85%;">technology</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/internet" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">internet</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Marshall" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Marshall McLuhan</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/weblog.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/weblog.jpg" border="0" /></a>Strange thing is this <em>bloggin'</em>. It is the last popular <em>www</em> fashion so far. Generally the term <em>blog</em> is often used to describe a web site that contains an online personal journal with reflections, comments, and often hyperlinks provided by the writer. People blog poems, prose, thoughts, complaints, daily experiences, and more, often allowing others to contribute. As explained in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blog">Wikipedia</a>, the term "weblog" was coined by Jorn Barger on 17 December 1997. The short form, "blog," was coined by Peter Merholz. He broke the word <em>weblog</em> into the phrase "we blog" in the sidebar of his weblog in April or May of 1999. "Blog" was accepted as a noun (weblog shortened) and as a verb. In 2001, mainstream awareness of online diaries increased dramatically. Millions of people are started to write "everything" on their blogs, things that read by not many people. Some people are quiet succesfull with their blog, they attract an huge amount of visitors. Merel Roze, a Dutch blogger -and now writer- had 3000 visitors on her <a href="http://www.merelroze.com/">blogsite</a>. There was also this Chinese girl with thousands of visitors on her blog which contained soft erotic content and some daily stories (but she was a Communist Party member and knowing that Chinese government has control on bloggers, it's quite possible that her site was controlled/planned/supported by government, who knows). But in majority it is not the case, most weblogs are visited by couple of people mostly by friends and/or acquaintances. So, generally speaking people are writing things that actually read by virtually nobody! But why?..<br /><br />The reasons are different as much as the users of course. As blogs can vary on different thema's and subjects, they can be very useful to find different information or opinions. Generally most blogs look visually similar, people produce similar contents, link each other, and read by only few. My own experience that the most interesting and different blogs which have valuable information are written by persons who also have similar professions in their daily life, like journalists, scientists, scholars or artists etc. But if i look at it -since I am an user as well, the best way to understand a medium is to participate it-, it follows a certain pattern: You start a blog for some reason, you choose a layout to work on, change it a bit for your wishes as far as your html or css knowledge allows you. And you start to write. After a while you install some kind of tracker to see how many people are visiting. Maybe organize your content and add some advertisements or other useful links as well.<br /><br />It's also said that <em>Bloggin</em> is a post-modern exhibitionism, nothing more. Interesting thought. But I think it's more than that. If there will be a new religion with a new prophet, he will get a blogger account and the holy book will be published online, I wouldn't be surprised.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/babylontower.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/babylontower.jpg" border="0" /></a>Well, we live in an "Information Society" and nobody can't deny that internet has changed our lives -and society- drastically. We are basically mediaconsumers. The role of mass media is shifted to the cyberspace so to speak, but now the medium (<em>www</em>) is giving people the ability to produce the "content". Do you ever wanted to be a writer or a journalist? Go ahead, medium is ready. Why wait for a record deal if you are a musician? Put your music online and reach other people at the end of the world. Do you want to become a film director? Ok, take your camera and shoot some stuff and put it on your website, for public. It's a digital revolution, The Net is giving "power to the people"! Of course most of the stuff and blogs are known by nobody (and contentwise ridicilous). Not all the stuff are meant to reach "succes", but it's not the point. The point is: we are now not only the mediaconsumers but also the maker. Weblogs give people their own voice. But now millions of people are talking and all these voices summed together looks like the <strong><span style="color:#51c2bb;">Tower of Babylon</span></strong>. But most of the blogs are not meant to generate a big public, they have the function of telling your story, your own way. Globally speaking, bloggin is more like a modern form of telephone talk, it is a new way of communication. <a href="http://www.mcluhan.ca/mcluhan.phtml">Marshall McLuhan</a> was definitly right: "<a href="http://individual.utoronto.ca/markfederman/article_mediumisthemessage.htm">The medium is the message</a>".<br /><br />And I think at this point, where modern man is surrounded by the frustration of digital age, the weblogs are nothing more than a different way of saying: "<span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>I am here</strong></span>" or even stronger "<strong><span style="color:#51c2bb;">I am exist</span></strong>". It is the result of our interaction with the new digital medium, by doing this we also create a new way of existence. We, as humans, have different identities in our lives. The most above level is our sexes of course, followed by our race, nation, religion, politics, social group we belong and so on. A person can be a loving father, a faithfull religious person, a terrible boss, a jolly sport partner and an annoying customer at the same time. These are simply our identities and roles we take in society. These are the way of surviving through life, these are the ways of giving meaning to our existence. Now the digital medium enters into our lives, (or we enter into the digital medium), our identities shift also into the cyberspace and as a most natural human behaviour we adapt ourselves and we take a digital identity. Bloggin is the communication form of these digital identities.<br /><br />Years ago, when graffiti culture first started, I had read an interview with some graffiti artists. The reporter had asked "Why are you writing on the walls?" One of them had an interesting remark: "Sometimes" he said, "when I feel so frustrated or I look at this society, I have this urge and want to crash my head to the walls. But it's much logical to write on these walls in stead of crashing your head". I think it is also same for internet and the weblogs. We are clawed and almost imprisoned by technological/information age and it is much logical to write in the medium in stead of crashing our heads. Again <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marshall_McLuhan">Marshall McLuhan</a>: "<span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>The medium is the message</strong></span>"!.. (but I think the message is messy!.. so far.)<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/ich-will.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/03/thought-006.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114100337647447443?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1140962747054693912006-02-26T14:52:00.000+01:002006-02-27T20:14:04.116+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/music" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">music</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lyrics" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">lyrics</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Rammstein" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Rammstein</span></a><br /><br />Ich will dass ihr mir vertraut - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">I want you to trust me</span><br />Ich will dass ihr mir glaubt - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">I want you to believe me</span><br />Ich will eure Blicke spüren - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">I want to feel your eyes</span><br />Ich will jeden Herzschlag kontrollieren - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">I want to control every heartbeat</span><br /><br />Ich will eure Stimmen hören - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">I want to hear your voices</span><br />Ich will die Ruhe stören - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">I want to disturb the peace</span><br />Ich will dass ihr mich gut seht - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">I want you to see me well</span><br />Ich will dass ihr mich versteht - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">I want you to understand me</span><br /><br />Ich will eure Phantasie - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">I want your fantasy<br /></span>Ich will eure Energie -<span style="color:#51c2bb;"> I want your energy</span><br />Ich will eure Hände sehen - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">I want to see your hands</span><br />Ich will in Beifall untergehen - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">I want to go down in applause</span><br /><br />Seht ihr mich? - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">Do you see me?<br /></span>Versteht ihr mich? - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">Do you understand me?<br /></span>Fühlt ihr mich? - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">Do you feel me?</span><br />Hört ihr mich? - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">Do you hear me?</span><br /><br />Könnt ihr mich hören? - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">Can you hear me?</span><br /><em>Wir hören dich - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">We hear you</span></em><br />Könnt ihr mich sehen? - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">Can you see me?</span><br /><em>Wir sehen dich - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">We see you</span></em><br />Könnt ihr mich fühlen? - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">Can you feel me?</span><br /><em>Wir fühlen dich - </em><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><em>We feel you</em><br /></span>Ich versteh euch nicht - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">I don't understand you<br /></span><br />Ich will - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">I want</span><br /><br />Wir wollen dass ihr uns vertraut - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">We want you to trust us</span><br />Wir wollen dass ihr uns alles glaubt - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">We want you to believe everything from us</span><br />Wir wollen eure Hände sehen - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">We want to see your hands</span><br />Wir wollen in Beifall untergehen, ja - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">We want to go down in applause, yes</span><br /><br />Könnt ihr mich hören? - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">Can you hear me?</span><br /><em>Wir hören dich - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">We hear you</span></em><br />Könnt ihr mich sehen? - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">Can you see me?</span><br /><em>Wir sehen dich - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">We see you</span></em><br />Könnt ihr mich fühlen? - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">Can you feel me?</span><br /><em>Wir fühlen dich - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">We feel you</span><br /></em>Ich versteh euch nicht - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">I don't understand you</span><br /><br />Könnt ihr uns hören? - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">Can you hear us?</span><br /><em>Wir hören euch - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">We hear you</span><br /></em>Könnt ihr uns sehen? - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">Can you see us?<br /></span><em>Wir sehen euch - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">We see you</span><br /></em>Könnt ihr uns fühlen? - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">Can you feel us?<br /></span><em>Wir fühlen euch - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">We feel you</span></em><br />Wir verstehen euch nicht - <span style="color:#51c2bb;">We don't understand you</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.rammstein.com/">Rammstein</a> (album Mutter)</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/books-to-keep-me-busy.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-blog.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114096274705469391?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1140218521525803982006-02-17T22:08:00.000+01:002006-02-26T15:09:47.176+01:00<p><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/philosophy" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">philosophy</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/singularity" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">singularity</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/technology" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">technology</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/biology" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">biology</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Friedrich Nietzsche" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Friedrich Nietzsche</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Arthur Schopenhauer" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Arthur Schopenhauer</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Bertrand Russell" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Bertrand Russell</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Slavoj Zizek" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Slavoj Zizek</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Ray Kurzweil" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ray Kurzweil</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Richard Dawkins" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Richard Dawkins</span></a><br /><br />I did it again (no, not Britney. Me!). In fact there were many books in my bookcase, listed to read for upcoming period, I couldn't resist to buy some more after visiting my favourite bookstore in last weeks. I saw the result when I checked my bank account but what the heck!!. These will keep me busy for sometime hopefully. I put all the books on my desk and was reading the covers and written notes at once. This was it generally: </p><ol><li><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>A Beginner's Guide To Reality</strong><em> - Jim Baggott</em></span> : <em>"What is real? How do we know? Are the things we take for granted in our everyday lives - money, work, marriage - real, or just elaborate constructions that exist only in our minds? Is the physical reality that we experience - from colours to chairs - what we think it is? And what about the tiniest sub-atomic particles that we know exist but can't see?"</em> It's a small book, very lightly written and easy to read. There are heavier books written on this subject but the writer looks at what films from the Matrix trilogy to Memento (that's why I bought this book) and great thinkers from Aristotele to Kant can tell us and goes on to explore what science has to say from bizarre reality of quantum to tantalizing ideas of other worlds and dimensions.</li><br /><br /><li><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>Introducing Nietzsche</strong><em> - Laurence Gane (illustrated by Piero)</em></span> : It's a small -kinda- comic book to enter the world of Nietzsche. I love comics and the way you can use this medium to tell different subjects is something that I always was interested. It's really a beginner book for Nietzsche, so unfortunately no heavy discoveries here.</li><br /><br /><li><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>Introducing Postmodernism</strong> <em>- Richard Appignanesi (illustrated by Chris Garratt)</em></span> : Same as above only about postmodernism. I love when heavy subjects like philosophy (or science) are explained in comic medium (maybe because I draw comics too, who knows).</li><br /><br /><li><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>Philosophical Writings</strong><em> - Arthur Schopenhauer</em></span> : Schopenhauer is one of the most important philosophers but -sadly- I discovered him quite late: the philosopher of pessimism. <em>"With Schopenhauer one may finally give voice to the secretly held belief that the world is essentially bad. This blunt honesty is Schopenhauer's trademark. Perhaps no philosopher matches him in relating metaphysical speculation to the seemingly random events of everyday life. This books includes his most well-known writngs."</em></li><br /><br /><li><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>History of Western Philosophy</strong> <em>- Bertrand Russell</em></span> : How do you want to look at the history of western philosophy? Of course through a philosopher's eye! And who that philosopher could be? Bertrand Russell, who made major contribitions in the areas of logic and epistemology, politically active and who believes in his ethical principles (like his student, friend, colleague Ludwig Wittgenstein, my other favourite 20th century philosopher). This book provides a sophisticated view of western philsosophy -until Russells death. The late 20th century philosophers like Deleuze, Foucault, Derrida and Baudrrillard are missing of course :-)</li><br /><br /><li><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>The Art Of Ridiculuos Sublime</strong> <em>- Slavoj Žižek</em></span> : <em>"This detailed analysis of David Lynch's movie Lost Highway by Czech philosopher Slavoj Žižek based on the premises of Lacanian psychoanalysis. It interprets David Lynch's unique universe of the "ridicilous sublime" as a simultaneous playful staging and traversing of the fundamental ideological fantasies that sustains our late capitalist society. Žižek invites the reader to examine easy assumptions, received opinio, and current critical trends, as well as poses questions about the ways in which we understand our world and culture."</em></li><br /><br /><li><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>Welcome To The Desert Of The Real</strong><em> - Slavoj Žižek</em></span> : The desert of the real was a term first used by French philosopher Jean Baudrillard (sorry folks, The Matrix was not the first, actually they stole the term from him :-) ) But this small book is a philoso-political essay about the events after 11 september. <em>"It takes a step back from the hype, hysteria and rhetoric, in order to problematise the options we are being offered. It proposes that global capitalism is fundamentalist and that America was complicit in the rise of Muslim fundamentalism. It points to dreaming about the catastrophe in numerous disaster movies before it happened, and explores the irony that the tragedy has been used to legitimate torture. Last but not least, he analyses the fiasco of the predominant leftist response to the events."</em></li><br /><br /><li><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>The Age Of Spiritual Machines (When Computers Exceed Human Intelligence)</strong><em> - Ray Kurzweil</em></span> : Kurzweil is a living "genius" and a visionary technology futurist! <em>"Imagine a world where the difference between man and machine blurs, where the line between humanity and technology fades, and where the soul and silicon chip unite. This is not a science fiction. This is the 21st century according to Ray Kurzweil, the inventor of the most innovative and compelling technology of our era.. In his inspired hands, life in the new millenium ... promises to be an age in which the marriage of human sensitivity and artificial intelligence fundamentally alters and improves the way we live."</em></li><br /><br /><li><strong><span style="color:#51c2bb;">The Singularity Is Near (When Humans Transcend Biology)</strong><em> - Ray Kurzweil</span> </em>: In previous book Kurzweil presents the argument that with ever-accelerating rate of technological change, computers would rival the full range of human intelligence at its best. <em>"In this book Ray Kurzweil examines the next step of our evolutionary process: the union of human and machine, in which the knowledge and skills embedded in our brains will be combined with the vastly greater capacity, speed, and knowledge-sharing ability of our own creations. The merging is the essence of the Singularity, an era in which our intelligence will become increasingly nonbiological and trillions of times more powerful than it is today"</em>. An extraordinary book!</li><br /><br /><li><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>The Selfish Gene</strong><em> - Richard Dawkins</em></span> : Ordered. (This is -quite old actually, 1976- a book that will change the way you look at humans, faith, beliefs, science, evolution, God and a book that will basically change your life :-)! Written by evolutionary theorist and biologist mr. Dawkins. Info later)</li></ol>Check out Ray Kurzweil's Accelerating Intelligence website : <a href="http://www.kurzweilai.net/">KurzweilAI.net</a> . <em>"KurzweilAI.net features the big thoughts of today's big thinkers examining the confluence of accelerating revolutions that are shaping our future world, and the inside story on new technological and social realities from the pioneers actively working in these arenas."</em><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/zen-koan-solutions.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/ich-will.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114021852152580398?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1140021532045007122006-02-15T16:56:00.000+01:002006-02-21T23:20:30.186+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/koan" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">koan</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/zen" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">zen</span></a><br /><br />Koan is a riddle in the form of a paradox used in Zen Buddhism as an aid to meditation and a means of gaining intuitive knowledge, basically a Zen teaching riddle. They are used to break down the barriers to enlightenment. I guess the most famous koan is: <em>"Two hands clap and there is a sound. What is the sound of one hand?"</em>. There are many koans like this which keep Zen students busy. Here is a totally scientific and mathematical explanation by me. How to find a solution for these koans:<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#51c2bb;">"Two hands clap and there is a sound. What is the sound of one hand?"</span></strong><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">(h) = </span></em>hand<br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">2(h) = </span></em>2 hands<br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">dB = </span></em>sound (The decibel ( <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">dB</span> </em>) is used to measure sound level)<br /><br />from here we can formulate ( <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">x</span></em> is the sound level of the clap):<br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">2</em></span> X <em>(h)</em> = <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">xdB</em></span><br />if <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">2(h) = xdB</span></em><br />then <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">(h) = xdB / 2</span></em><br /><br />The answer is:<br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">(h) = xdB/2</span></em><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#51c2bb;">"Does a dog have Buddha-nature or not?"</span></strong><br /><br />We can apply some complex aritmetical rules.<br />Every complex number has the "Standard Form" : <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">a + bi</span></em><br />So Buddha nature (<em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Bn</span></em>) as "Standart Form"<br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Bn = a + bi</span></em><br /><br />for some real <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">a</em></span> and <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">b</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">a + bi = 0</span></em> if and only <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">a = b = 0</span></em><br /><br />Dog <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">d</span></em> for some real <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">a</span></em> and <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">b</span></em><br /><br />if <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">d = a + bi</span></em><br />then <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">d = 0 </span></em>if and only <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">a = b = 0</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">d = Bn = 0</span></em><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#51c2bb;">"If a tree falls in the forest when there is nobody around, does it make a sound?"</span></strong><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">dB = (x)</em></span> sound level<br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">t =</em></span> tree<br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">v =</em></span> velocity of the tree<br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">p =</em></span> power<br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>t</em> X <em>1/v . (xdB) </em></span>(It is the sound that tree makes in certain velocity)<br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">t/v . xdB</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">t . xdB / v</em></span><br /><br />To measure the two different sound:<br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">P1 = </em></span>Measured power<br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">P2 = </em></span>Reference power<br /><br />The difference in decibels between the two <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">p</span></em> (powers) is defined to be<br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">10 log (P2/P1)dB</span></em> where the log is to base 10.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">n</em></span> = nobody<br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">f</em></span> = forest<br />if <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>n = 0</em></span> then <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">f (n) = P1</em></span> [ <em>pmeasured</em> ]<br />if <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">n > 1</em></span> then <em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">f (n + 1) = P2</em></span> [ <em>preference</em> ]<br /><br />If the second produces twice as much power than the first, the difference in dB is<br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">10 log (P2/P1) = 10 log 2 = 3 dB</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">10 log f(n + 1)/ f(n) = 3 dB</span></em><br /><br />Now the power in a sound wave, all else equal, goes as the square of the pressure. (Similarly, electrical power in a resistor goes as the square of the voltage.) The log of the square of x is just 2 log x, so this introduces a factor of 2 when we convert to decibels for pressures. The difference in sound pressure level between two sounds with p1 and p2 is therefore:<br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><em>20 log (p2/p1) dB = 10 log (p2*2/p1*2) dB = 10 log (P2/P1) dB</em></span> Where again the log is to base 10.<br /><br />What does 0 dB mean? This level occurs when the measured intensity is equal to the reference level. i.e., it is the sound level corresponding to 0.02 mPa. In this case we have<br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">sound level = 20 log (pmeasured/preference) = 20 log 1 = 0 dB</span></em><br /><br />So 0 dB does not mean no sound, it means a sound level where the sound pressure is equal to that of the reference level. This is a small pressure, but not zero.<br /><br /><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>Note:</strong> Koans are paradoxical riddles, a problem with no <em>logical</em> solution assigned to students of Zen Buddhism as a subject for meditation. Koans are intended to break through the limitations of ego and intellect and lead to an intuitive flash of enlightenment. There are no logical or arithmetical explanations of these problems because they are meant to break the borders of logical thinking. I am neither a Zen student nor a mathematician and this was just written for fun when I was suffering from a fever and headache.<br /><br />But Hacker and Artificial Intelligence culture invented some humoristic koans. If you are interested you can check them <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hacker_koan">here</a> and <a href="http://catb.org/~esr/jargon/html/koans.html">here</a>.</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/existential-is-me.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/books-to-keep-me-busy.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-114002153204500712?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1139684160751975512006-02-11T19:14:00.000+01:002006-02-15T17:48:48.803+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/quiz" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">quiz</span></a><br /><br /><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="450" border="0"><tbody><tr><td></td><td><p>You scored as <b>Existentialism</b>. Your life is guided by the concept of <b>Existentialism</b>: You choose the meaning and purpose of your life.<br /><br />"Man is condemned to be free; because once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does. It is up to you to give [life] a meaning."<br />--Jean-Paul Sartre<br /><br />"It is man's natural sickness to believe that he possesses the Truth."<br />--Blaise Pascal<br /><br /><br />More info at <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Arocoun">Arocoun's Wikipedia User Page...</a><br /><br /></p><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"><tbody><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Existentialism</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="95" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">95%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Utilitarianism</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">75%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Justice (Fairness)</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="70" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">70%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Hedonism</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="45" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">45%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Kantianism</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="45" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">45%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Strong Egoism</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="40" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">40%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Nihilism</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="15" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">15%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Apathy</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="10" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">10%</span></td></tr><tr><td><p><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">Divine Command</span></p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">0%</span></td></tr></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=13060">What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)</a><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">created with <a href="http://quizfarm.com">QuizFarm.com</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />Well, I think it's quite <em><strong>brave</strong></em> to put thousands years of human reason and philosophical knowledge into the 36 questions to decide what your philosophical belief is. I was expecting at least 100 questions. Come on guys, have some more respect for philosophers. From Socrates to Foucoult, every philosopher would be quite happy with this quiz I guess!!!.. ( I think I should score as Skeptical!) Actually I am quite curious what Plato or Nietzsche would score if they did this :-)<br /><br />Said that; I am quite happy with my 95 % Existentialism actually. Also Utilitarianism and Justice do well. However, as my star sign being a Leo, my Strong Egoism suffers from poorly 40 %, that's a contradiction! But it's remarkable that I've scored 0 % with Divine Command. Well, I was never attend to become God's disciple anyway (sorry Big Guy!) I've tried couple of times the quiz again. Some scores changed a bit but always my Existentialist part was quite a winner to Divine Command which steadily stayed at 0 %! I guess I should read some Holy Books more often but I am afraid that Divine Command will sink to negative side afterwards! :-)<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/quiescence.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/zen-koan-solutions.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113968416075197551?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1139523929402374502006-02-09T22:56:00.000+01:002006-02-12T00:27:08.010+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Lao tzu" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lao Tzu</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/zen" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">zen</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/buddhism" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">buddhism</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/poetry" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">poetry</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/emptiness" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">emptiness</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/circle.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/circle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Devote yourself<br />to the absolute emptiness; <br />contemplate earnestly<br />in Quiescence. <br />All things <br />are together in action, <br />but I look into their non-action, <br />for things are continuously moving, <br />restless, <br />yet each is proceeding back to its origin. <br />Proceeding back to the origin means Quiescence. <br />To be in Quiescence is to see "Being-for-itself."<br /><br /><em><strong>Lao tzu</strong></em><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/zazen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/zazen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/end-of-digital-age.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/existential-is-me.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113952392940237450?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1138844211748917792006-02-02T01:51:00.000+01:002006-03-02T02:37:41.973+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/technology" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">technology</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/internet" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">internet</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Umberto" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Umberto Eco</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/binaryworld.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/binaryworld.jpg" border="0" /></a>Strange times we are living in, this "Information Age" I mean. Not so long ago, only in last two decades, we observed an extreme leap in our civilization. Our lives are digitilized so to speak. It's quite interesting to see how smoothly we adapted ourselves to this technological development. Computers started to play a very important role in our lives and the discovery of Internet changed quite drastically the perception of "getting information" (I'd written somethings about this while ago; you can check them <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/visual-vs-reading.html">here</a> and <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/visual-to-reading.html">here</a> if you want). Of course, we humans become a technological animal since we learnt to use "tools'. And now, at this step of our evolution, we are entering in a new era. Our technology served everything to us -and still serving-, we become almost superhuman so to speak. Highly sophisticated, developed, powerful but also extremely vulnerable, alienated and lonely we become (But I don't want to discuss about modern-man's problems right now, maybe later)<br /><br />But there was a splinter thought which scratched my brain that I read sometime ago on journalist Ali Işıngör's <a href="http://burkinafasafiso.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_burkinafasafiso_archive.html">website</a>. He made some comparison's with library's and search engine's but mentioned more things, I'll try to translate and sum it up a bit. Internet effects the way we communicate but it also changes our way of collecting and learning information. Search engines and -google of course- are an indispensable medium to gather knowledge (it's open to discussion of course). Personally I don't believe either that search engines -or internet- could provide a sophisticated knowledge. I prefer to visit libraries or special old, antic book stores to search "real" information which you can't find in any search engine! But I don't want to compare the search engines with libraries, it's ridicilous to make that comparison. Our "Digital Information Age Revolution" may have changed many things and made easy for us to get information but we don't get more than short, filtered, encyclopedical pieces of knowledge. It is absurd to believe that last 15 years developments will provide suddenly the 5000 years of human knowledge to everyone.<br /><br />But it is also true that we depend more and more on Internet. Even the small kids do their home work via internet, univercity students prepare their thesis with copy paste, information gets compact, short and becomes an easily consumable package. To be honest, our civilization and human knowledge slowly shift in to the cyberspace, day by day. We are aware of it but as a natural human behaviour we adapt ourselves to these changes. And here is the thought he mentioned that scratched my brain (ironically I read it on the net):<br /><br />It was a remark made by <a href="http://www.levity.com/corduroy/eco.htm">Umberto Eco</a>. He is a wellknown professor of semiotics and philosophy of literature but also an expert on middle ages. He shows as one of the main reasons for the middle age, the dark era in human history, a kind of book worm (Stegobium Paniceum I guess). This tiny insect is highly populated in 7th and 8th ages by eating old hand written parchments. And these ages are the time that most of the handwritten, valuable books (jewels of the human knowledge of the time let's say) are disappeared forever from human history, also because of wars, exiles etc. It's indeed the Dark Age of humanity.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/beetle01.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/beetle01.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Stegobium Paniceum</span></div><br />And this is the interesting point that Umberto Eco asks us: <span style="color:#51c2bb;">"If we consider the computer viruses as the worms and insects of the 20th century, can't we say that our knowledge and civilization which shifts more and more in to the digital space is under a risk?"</span><br /><br />This is really an interesting point which we should think about. Besides the human knowledge is shifting in to the cyberspace, all our financial, genetical, personal data are moving onto the digital space as well. It's a fact that our lives become digital, we are entering to a new era. Can a powerful computer virus (a worm!), much stronger and destructive than we have ever seen, bring us to a digital "dark" age one day?<br /><br />What if?<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/history-of-violence.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/quiescence.html">next »</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113884421174891779?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1138745240949918022006-02-01T01:17:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:48:08.336+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/movies" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">movies</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/film" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">film</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/David Cronenberg" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">David Cronenberg</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Vince Locke" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Vince Locke</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/John Wagner" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">John Wagner</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/ahov.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/ahov.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>The director extra-ordinaire <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Cronenberg">David Cronenbeg</a>'s last movie A History Of Violence (2005) is a stylish thriller. A stylish thriller but with lots of negative critics. A quick surfing on different sites, talking with other people made me think: "Don't they understand anything from this movie or do I see things that others don't???" Well, I am a Cronenberg fan and trying to be objective; this is definitly "not" his best movie. After Spider I was expecting a stronger production but my disappointments are more from his cinematographical side. Beyond that, A History Of Violence is a very good movie (close enough to be perfect but not just there yet). It doesn't deserve all these negative reviews.<br /><br />First thing first; this is a movie based on the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_History_of_Violence">comic novel</a> by <a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio?isbn=1563893673">Vince Locke and John Wagner</a> (published by DC Comics). Actually it's Cronenberg's first graphic novel adaptation and his second mainstream movie after Dead Zone (Stephen King's book). Filming comic books and comic hero's is quite popular in Hollywood these days. Sad fact: because they don't have anything original and/or interesting to produce anymore! That's why all these remakes and comic book adaptations are going on. After seeing Sin City last year (according to me the best comic book adaptation ever) and knowing David Cronenberg's style I was expecting a different film, which is true.<br /><br />A short story of the movie: Tom Stall (Viggo Mortensen) is a loving family man and well-respected citizen of a small Indiana town. One day two savage criminals show up at his diner, Tom is forced to take action and thwart the robbery attempt. Suddenly heralded as a hero who took the courage to stand up to crime, people look up to Tom as a man of high moral regard. But all that media attention has the likes of mobsters showing up at his doorstep, charging that Tom is someone else they've been looking for. Is it a case of mistaken identity or does Tom have a history that no one knows about? Either way, someone's about to find out if there's a history of violence. (copy pasted from IMDB, I am too lazy to write story lines. I like to analyse them! But let me say this first: The movie is not about "the" history of violence but "a" history of violence!)<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/ahov02.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/ahov02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Well, this is not an average man's movie. It's basically an action movie based on hollywood cliche's but totally anti-hollywood (by the way, all movie was shot in Canada, not in US. Just in case that you wanna know). The big audience who got used to typical hollywood style action/thriller wouldn't get this movie (that's why all these negative critics I guess). I can easily say that, as thematic, it's a kind of western noir; a mixture of classical western and film noir movies. After a quietly violent opening scene by 2 savages, we are introduced to American dream; an average American family (a loving father, an example -working- mom and partner, a teenager son and a barbie pop daughter), lives in a small quite town with good citizens. It's presented so grotesque and disturbingly fake. Besides that, Cronenberg gently destroys the typical hero-archetype through the movie by showing us the character shift in our main hero. We observe all these changes in his life and his surroundings as Cronenberg slowly cuts up every character with his razor. At this point he plays on a deadly ground by destroying typical hollywood cliche's (Viggo Mortensen's anti-hero role is based on more emotional turbulences than dialogues and he is quite impressive as Tom Stall. Also Ed Harris' play is marvellous) And a ridicilously absurd mafia story at the end is totally out of context (I assume this is the only bad side of the film. There is an huge style change at the end. Until that point Cronenberg is quite dominant through the movie but at the end it looks like he lost himself behind the comic novel which movie was based on).<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/ahov01.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY:block; margin: 10px auto 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/ahov01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Cronenberg was quite conscious about the main story's mythological western style characteristics. But it wasn't his aim to make a western/action movie. He likes to build up, piece by piece, a complex story from a simple theme. In the hands of a genius master like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sam_Peckinpah">Sam Peckinpah</a> (r.i.p.) this would be a wonderful action movie but in the twisted mind of Cronenberg we sail in the different seas. He is very much obssessed about metamorphoses, transformations, shifting identities, multiple realities and dark areas of human mind like sex and violence. The lost/left identity theme of the story is what he concerns about. Actually all movie is more about a person's search of his own identity then violence itself. Unfortunately he doesn't examine this as he did in Crash, M. Butterfly, Spider or Dead Ringers but still A History Of Violence shows the signs of the maestro. One of the most interesting part of the movie is the brutal sex -almost a rape- scene between Tom Stall and his wife on the stairways. This is quite absurd and meaningless for many viewer but actually it's quite important. As Cronenberg believes and shows us, violence is a part of sex as much as sex is a part of violence. The alienation and seperation between the two characters in that scene is one of the turning points of the movie.<br /><br />But my biggest disappointment was the lack of that famous body-mechanic relation in Cronenberg's movies. He could almost abuse this theme in A History Of Violence but he didn't even touch it. In some scenes the relation between the characters and their guns and rifles tries to fill this function but it's so weak you don't even feel it. My only thought that maybe he didn''t want to repeat himself. But I can live with that.<br /><br />By the way, I have to add one important point that's not mentioned by many people, than I'll shut up:<br /><br />Cronenberg was never a director with political messages or polemics but as he said in his interviews, he had absolutly no problem if A History Of Violence was seen as an allegory to American invasion on Iraq. He mentioned that American government's foreign affairs and international politics under the Bush regime was a realization of the western mythology by the motto of "Our home is brutally attacked by savages. That gives us the right to attack to these aggressors and justifies our aggression". In A History Of Violence, Tom Stall agressively protects his home against the savages from 'east'!..<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/self-destructivist-manifesto.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/end-of-digital-age.html">next »</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113874524094991802?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1138395835736286662006-01-27T21:15:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:46:20.243+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/manifesto" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">manifesto</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/self destruction" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">self destruction</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/freedom" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">freedom</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/essay" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">essay</span></a><br /><br /><p>This is the only true manifesto of Self-destructivism which leads to true freedom of mankind.</p><ol><li>Self-destructivism starts when we start knowing ourselves.</li><li>We dedicate ourselves to nothing. We have no ideology, no dialectic, no religion, no faith, no race and no colour.</li><li>We are not the self or me, we are not the self of all beings in this reality. Body, feeling, perception, activities, mind and consciousness are not the self. Self doesn't have body, mind or consciousness. Self isn't body, mind or consciousness.</li><li>The things are created are subject to decay. All these everything created is an illusion, an exhausted intellection, a notion, all made of thought which must inherently end in dissolution.</li><li>The reality is just an illusion. The knowledge that all being created is impermanent and whatever impermanent is inherently ill. What is impermanent is what is not real. What is permanent is real.</li><li>We don't believe in ourselves in this reality. Self-destructivism is a process of identification the self with the not-self. This identification makes the man to realize the true nature of everything. And this realization grows unto divinity.</li><li>We believe in Self-destructivism that leads to freedom. To understand Self-destructivism one must be fulfilling one's will without desire. A will totally empty. The emptiness must be perfect.</li><li>Emptiness is purification. When purifying oneself from one's ego, one becomes the whole, the true permanent state that in fact the only true reality. To achieve this emptiness all craving, addictions, fetters of self must be destroyed.</li><li>Destruction provides the base of construction. Self-destruction leads to self-construction, the initial phase of everlasting eternity.</li><li>Therefore at last, the self itself must ultimately be destroyed.</li></ol>"Take one step outside of yourself. The whole path is no longer than a step."<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/TorusOuroborus.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/TorusOuroborus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Manifesto is written by . nothing . (drawing is from <a href="http://www.mcescher.com/">MC Escher</a>)</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/thought-005.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/02/history-of-violence.html">next »</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113839583573628666?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1138356370130631922006-01-27T10:57:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:44:50.190+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/idea" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">idea</span></a><br /><br />Personal Note:<br /><br />"So many years I'd beleived that I was misunderstood and had a communication problem with the people around me. Now I've solved that problem when I realized that I had a communication problem with <em><strong>myself</strong></em>."<br /><br /><div align="center"> <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/ashamed.html">» last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/self-destructivist-manifesto.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113835637013063192?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1138324379834595382006-01-27T02:07:00.001+01:002006-02-09T22:43:56.346+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/illustration" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">illustration</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/ashamed.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/ashamed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"> <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/soldier-of-hope.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/thought-005.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113832437983459538?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1138316907703194432006-01-26T23:52:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:42:47.056+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/cartoon" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">cartoon</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/illustration" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">illustration</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/scene01.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/scene01.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/scene02.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/scene02.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/scene03.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/scene03.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/scene04.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/scene04.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/scene05.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/scene05.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/scene06.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/scene06.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"> <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/important-safety-instructions.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/ashamed.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113831690770319443?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1138056161057221832006-01-23T23:25:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:40:50.996+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/body.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/body.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />When using your body, basic safety precautions should always be followed to reduce the risk of fire, electric shock and injury to persons, including the following:<br /><br /><ol><li>Read and understand all instructions. </li><li>Follow all warnings and instructions marked on the person. </li><li>Unplug this person before cleaning. Do not use liquid or aerosol cleaners. Use a damp cloth for cleaning. </li><li>Do not use this person near water (for example, near a bath tub, kitchensink, or swimming pool). </li><li>Do not place this person on an unstable cart, stand, or table. The person may fall, causing serious damage. </li><li>Slots and openings in the head and ass unit are provided for ventilation. To protect it from overheating, these openings must not be blocked by placing the person on a bed, sofa, rug, or other similar surface. This person should never be placed near or over a radiator or heat register. This person should not be placed in a built-in installation where proper ventilation is not provided. </li><li>This person should be operated only from the type of power source indicated on the marking label. If you are not sure of the type of power supply to your home, consult your dealer or local power company. </li><li>Do not allow anything to rest on the power cord. Do not install this person where the cord might be damaged by anyone walking on it. </li><li>Never push objects of any kind into this person through holes and slots in the head and ass unit as they may touch dangerous points or short out parts that could result in a risk of fire or electric shock. Never spill liquid of any kind on the person. </li><li>To reduce the risk, do not disassemble this person, but take it to an authorized service facility. Opening or removing body parts other than specified access doors may expose you to dangerous risks. Incorrect reassembling can cause electric shock when the appliance is subsequently used. </li><li>Unplug this person from the wall outlet and refer servicing to an authorized service facility under the following conditions:<br />A. When the power supply cord or plug is damaged or frayed.<br />B. If liquid has been spilled into the person.<br />C. If the person has been exposed to rain or water.<br />D. If the person does not operate normally by following the operating instructions. Adjust only those controls that are covered by the operating instructions, because improper adjustment of other controls may result in damage and will often require extensive work by an authorized technician to restore the person to normal operation.<br />E. If the person has been dropped and the skin has been damaged.<br />F. If the person exhibits a distinct change in performance. </li><li>Avoid using the person during an electrical storm. There may be a remote risk of electric shock from lightning. </li><li>Do not use the person to report a gas leak in the vicinity of the leak.<br /></li></ol><br /><br /><div align="center"> <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-machine.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/soldier-of-hope.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113805616105722183?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1137975007032191982006-01-23T00:18:00.000+01:002006-03-02T21:27:50.743+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/reality" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">reality</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/movies" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">movies</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Dziga" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Dziga Vertov</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/cameraeye.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/cameraeye.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>"I'm an eye. A mechanical eye. I, the machine, show you a world the way only I can see it. I free myself for today and forever from human immobility. I'm in constant movement. I approach and pull away from objects. I creep under them. I move alongside a running horse's mouth. I fall and rise with the falling and rising bodies. This is I, the machine, manoeuvring in the chaotic movements, recording one movement after another in the most complex combinations.<br /><br />Freed from the boundaries of time and space, I co-ordinate any and all points of the universe, wherever I want them to be. My way leads towards the creation of a fresh perception of the world. Thus I explain in a new way the world unknown to you"</strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#51c2bb;">A quote from revolutionary Russian director <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dziga_Vertov">Dziga Vertov</a>, maker of <a href="http://www.imagesjournal.com/issue05/reviews/vertov.htm">The Man With A Movie Camera</a>" (an avant-garde Soviet documentary).</span><br /><br />I read this quote sometime ago and tonight after reading Sphinx's post about <a href="http://soulshadows11.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-is-reality.html">reality</a> I remembered again. Especially second part of the quote took my attention. He is a film director of course but isn't it strange that we actually CONSTRUCT the <em>REALITY</em> in a similar way as it's written in this quote! Also another interesting similarity between "I, the machine" and "Eye, the machine"!<br /><br />"... after all, there is nothing real outside our perception of reality, is there?”<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/fucking-fuck.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/important-safety-instructions.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113797500703219198?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1137805262177842622006-01-21T01:53:00.000+01:002006-03-02T21:11:52.256+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/essay" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">essay</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fuck" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">fuck</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/middlefinger.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/200/middlefinger.jpg" border="0" /></a>"Watch your mouth!" you would say to your kids, "don't use the F- word". That would be a typical parental warning to stop your kids using the F- word. Strange, there are many words in English starts with F, but "Fuck" is the only one referred to as the "F- word". Nobody thinks about "Fact", "Fear" or "Fun" when you say F- word. I don't know why people have this attitude to a word. I don't agree that Fuck is a bad word, I think it's fucking great. I truly beleive that we have to adjust our fucking idea about using the word Fuck.<br /><br />First of all, it's such a strong word to emphasize our fucking feelings, mostly anger to be honest. But I think it can be used even in more areas to express our emotions or temper. We use Fuck especially when we are angry. Can you imagine any other word than Fuck to show your anger and fucking frustration you experience? Of course at these days it doesn't take much to make someone angry. Most of us are average type of people, we only want to get home after a hard day of work, and in this society we live in is not difficult to feel extreme frustration. Well, majority of people can identify the feeling of extreme frustration but only a few let take their anger and frustration over the edge. This sounds bad maybe but I think these people are quiet special, at least they have the courage to express their fucking anger about daily life. And Fuck is a great word which helps to show this anger.<br /><br />The world is not a nice place for many. Day in day out we live with these fucking ordinary madness. The moment you leave your house, you are right in the middle of this craziness; streets are full of fucking morons, the roads are occupied with fucking drivers, at your work you have to deal with fucking customers you don't even care and your fucking boss is just there to fill his fucking position, shops with their fucking discounts and offers, at the supermarket you have to deal with fucking shoppers with 40 items in the line, it takes fucking ages to pay a simple bill and then you have to deal with fucking cashiers too. We live day in day out with this fucking madness and no one feels fucking responsible anymore. There are even more things which drive all of us crazy but I don't fucking need to tell them, you all fucking know about it.<br /><br />For many people the world can be an hostile place, but probably those are the fucking hostile people. Of course anger and frustration are the result of when people notice a fucking inconsistency between what they expect and what they get. Actually fucking anger is one of the most common feeling to human race but only a few of us know how to deal with this as effectively as possible. Most of us choose to show an useless response which we learnt from our childhood and continue to use as adults. People who can show their fucking anger maybe are more aware of what's going on around them. The world is a fucking harsh place, even our birth was not a pleasant experience, otherwise we wouldn't cry as new born babies. Of course when we exchange the place where we feel warmth and safety with this cold, wild and fucking hostile world, we fucking cry. And this frustration we just carry on all our life long. We are fucking weak against fucking nature and our so-called fucking destiny. The society we've just created to stand strong against this is also another reason to feel fucking frustrated.<br /><br />So what I mean is, as soon as you are fucking aware of everything you feel fucking angry. That's a good response, you are at least alive and you feel, do you fucking understand what I am saying? Then it's not a bad thing to use the word Fuck to show your anger and frustration. To keep that anger and frustration down can be also very unhealhty behaviour, at least it's not good for your fucking heart. Of course I am not going to take a gun and hurt somone or shoot your motherfucking head but, this fucking frustrations and anger brought by so-called normal people we have to deal with everyday. At the end their fucking existence can be very deadly thing for us. And as a natural survival behaviour, as we all do have, we should say: "So you fucking fucks, get off my way!" That's why we shouldn't stop using the word Fuck for instance. Let's all set ourselves free! And so called normal fucks!; Give us a break to feel fucking angry and to use fucking Fuck.<br /><br />But this is not a socially accepted behaviour I guess, that's why we have these fucking trainings, courses, workshops like "Anger management". Some motherfuckers really do believe that if they follow a course like "How to feel compassion for your fellow men and become a good citizen" their life will improve. Well, let me tell you couple of quick ways so you don't need to follow these fucking courses and spare some fucking money. First of all when you feel anger ask to fucking yourself: "Is it fucking worth it?" and ask again "When I look at these facts of the fucking situation I am in, is my fucking anger justified?", and then ask again "Is there anything that I can do to change this situation?" If your answers are yes then you got it, don't fuck it up. Try to think clearly about the fucking situation you are in; to control your fucking hostile feelings is a neverending process, you need time and you have to make some fucking efforts. You have to see yourself. Did you fucking read it? YOU HAVE TO "SEE" YOURSELF. You have to understand your fucking anger. And try to think in other person's point of view for once fucking god's sake. When you analysed the fucking situation then you can try to calm yourself. Feel free to use Fuck. Be honest, which one is stronger; "I am fine" or "I am fucking fine".<br /><br />You see my fucking point. Fuck is such a nice word, I think it's one of the most beautiful words in English language. You can use it in any situation and it fits perfectly; anger, hate, love, pain, pleasure and fuck.. Do you know any other word like this? And it's such a small, compact, four letters word, visually fucking great. Give yourself an homework: Try to emphasize your feelings and emotions with Fuck from now on, go ahead and try. In stead of saying "It's so beautiful" say "It's so-fucking-beautiful". "It's great". No, say "It's-fucking-great". In stead of saying "It's unbelievable" say "It's un-fucking-beleivable". You can find even more examples I am fucking sure. But try to adapt this in your fucking daily life. You will experience a fucking great improvement in short time about how you stand up against this fucking life. Of course it will take some time until this daily talk is accepted in fucking society. But don't fucking give up. Free yourself and break all your fucking moral rules. Start to use Fuck as much as possible. Are you fucking afraid that all the other fucking people outside won't fucking understand you? Nevermind those fucks, what the fuck do you care!<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/fuckyou.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 10px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/fuckyou.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(It was based on a fucking article on fucking RE magazine )<br /></span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/thought-004.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-machine.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113780526217784262?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1137458106974064372006-01-17T01:31:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:35:59.556+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/idea" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">idea</span></a><br /><br />Personal Note:<br /><br />"<em>Hatred</em> and <em>anger</em> are like twin brothers, as <em>love</em> and <em>compassion</em> are twin sisters. They all live in the same house called <em>heart</em>."<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/grow-old-along-with-me.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/fucking-fuck.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113745810697406437?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1137292709397430932006-01-15T03:32:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:34:57.380+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/poetry" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">poetry</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/can yucel" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Can Yücel</span></a><br /><br />Let the years go by,<br />I want that you know me and I know you.<br />I want that you should be your friends as well as you will be mine.<br />Let's live all these troubles and difficulties<br />and then let's tell them.<br />Let's live so that we can learn the life and support<br />for each other.<br />We should cry on each others shoulders<br />We should share and we should get bored together.<br />So that if you and me are alone, seperately, we should get bored.<br />We should celebrate our happy days with a bottle of wine<br />or with some cheap beers<br />when our friends are with us.<br />Let us live<br />like this.<br /><br />And then we should get a child<br /><br />Think, a being,<br />only yours and mine.<br />If he/she cries in the night<br />we should be with him/her.<br />You have to complain once a while<br />so that I have to take your turn.<br />When I am tired I should be lazy<br />so that you have to be angry at me<br />and make some omelettes.<br />We should hold each other in the cold nights.<br />When the time goes by<br />like the water flows<br />We have to have a life,<br />seen it all.<br />We shouldn't get bored of each other<br />in happiness or even in trouble.<br />The days we live<br />should be ours.<br />When we get old<br />we have to leave this town<br />to a place without a fight or<br />without a noise.<br />A place in silence.<br /><br />We should watch the sea in the night<br />from our balcony<br />while we sat on our chair.<br />You sould ask for a coffee<br />when you come home.<br />Our children should come to visit<br />and then we have think about the<br />good old past,<br />while we were young.<br /><br />You have to love me so<br />that all these things I write<br />shouldn't make you scared<br />and make you smile.<br />And we should leave this world<br />with happiness,<br />on our face.<br /><br />With the proud of loving each other<br />for everything.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(My free translation of Can Yücel's poem, one of my favourite poets.)<br /></span><br /><div align="center"> <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/slight-attack.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/thought-004.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113729270939743093?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1137271912664368922006-01-14T21:44:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:30:53.556+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/music" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">music</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lyrics" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">lyrics</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/The Tea Party" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Tea Party</span></a><br /><br />Demonic little love god<br />Do you want to see me bleed<br />Anarchistic little beggar man<br />Now you want a piece of me<br />You're just a lot of talk<br />Without a lot of sense<br />Here comes another slight attack<br />It's got you hanging from the fence<br /><br />Oh the tears will fall<br />And the tears will fall<br />You say these tears will wash away the stains<br /><br />Tell me how do you feel the shame<br />When it all falls through<br />Will you feel this way?<br /><br />You're just another chronic liar<br />A sentinel of farce<br />Integrity's a fairytale<br />It makes me wonder who you are<br />It's just another creed<br />Shame is gone to the seed<br />Here comes another slight attack<br />It could be the thing you need.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.teaparty.com/">The Tea Party</a> (song: Slight Attack album: Triptych)<br /></span><br /><br /><div align="center"> <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-so-tired.html">« left</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/grow-old-along-with-me.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113727191266436892?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1137270979011152092006-01-14T21:00:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:29:15.493+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/text" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">text</span></a><br /><br />I am so tired.<br />I am so tired of everything.<br />I am so tired of my work. <br />I am so tired of my boss as well as the damn customers.<br />I am so tired of poors.<br />I am so tired of richs.<br />I am so tired of winter.<br />I am so tired of summer.<br />I am so tired of wind and snow.<br />I am so tired of fucking rain.<br />I am so tired to see that sun goes up every morning and the new day starts.<br />I am so tired of damn nights.<br />I am so tired of people, every one of them.<br />I am so tired of my neighbour.<br />I am so tired of fucking supermarkets and their scanners.<br />I am so tired of salesmen.<br />I am so tired of those damn shops and their endless discounts.<br />I am so tired of sport games and their fanatics.<br />I am so tired of beer and wine.<br />I am so tired of water.<br />I am so tired of eating.<br />I am so tired of birds and flowers.<br />I am so tired of my cat.<br />I am so tired of my friends.<br />I am so tired of my family.<br />I am so tired of those people around me.<br />I am so tired to sleep.<br />I am so tired to wake up.<br />I am so tired of those optimists, who look at things behind their fucking rose glasses.<br />I am so tired of those damn pessimists too.<br />I am so tired of politicians.<br />I am so tired to see these damn celebrities on TV all the time.<br />I am so tired of fucking power hungry assholes.<br />I am so tired of being weak all the time.<br />I am so tired of those religious freaks.<br />I am so tired of religious freaks who try to convince me with their belief.<br />I am so tired of God.<br />I am so tired of devil too.<br />I am so tired of this endless game.<br />I am so tired of mobile phones and computers.<br />I am so tired of technology.<br />I am so tired of cruel nature.<br />I am so tired of things that make sense.<br />I am so tired of things that don't make sense.<br />I am so tired of trying to give everything a meaning.<br />I am so tired of life in general.<br />I am so tired to travel.<br />I am so tired to escape.<br />I am so tired to go away.<br />I am so tired to commit suicide to end all of these.<br />I am so tired to live.<br />I am so tired to die.<br />I am so tired of problems.<br />I am so tired of solutions.<br />I am so tired to love.<br />I am so tired to hate.<br />I am so tired to feel.<br />I am so tired of death chasing us all the time.<br />I am so tired of "postmodern" bullshit.<br />I am so tired of depression, regression, inflation.<br />I am so tired of salvation.<br />I am so tired of being tired all the time.<br /><br /><div align="center"> <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/kindly-ones.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/slight-attack.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113727097901115209?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1136755072139695532006-01-08T21:41:00.000+01:002006-03-15T19:49:06.346+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sandman" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">sandman</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/morpheus" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">morpheus</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/quote" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">quote</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/comics" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">comics</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/morpheus_holding_rose_walker.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/morpheus_holding_rose_walker.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>MORPHEUS:</strong> "It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor."<br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/rosewalker.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/rosewalker.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>ROSE WALKER'S JOURNAL:</strong> "I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love someone. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich, or how to be poor."<br /><br />"They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying."<br /><br />"They don't teach you anything worth knowing."<br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br />All journeys leave marks on us.<br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br /><strong>ROSE:</strong> "Are you going to hurt me? Kill me? Mess me up?"<br /><br /><strong>DESIRE:</strong> " No more than usually; no; and perhaps, a little. But only with love."<br /><br /><strong>ROSE:</strong> "Love..."<br /><br />"Have you ever been in love?"<br /><br /><strong>DESIRE:</strong> "You might say that."<br /><br /><strong>ROSE:</strong> "Horrible isn't it?"<br /><br /><strong>DESIRE:</strong> "In what way?"<br /><br /><strong>ROSE:</strong> "It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore."<br /><br />"Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'Maybe we should just be friends' or 'How very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart."<br /><br /><strong>DESIRE:</strong> "How picturesque."<br /><br /><strong>ROSE:</strong> "It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain."<br /><br />"Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love."<br /><br />"I hate love."<br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br /><strong>CAIN:</strong> "I'll tell you a secret. A raven created the world. When Noah sent him out to find land, he couldn't find any. It had all been washed away. So he created it. He shat the dry land and he pissed the fresh water. Then he flew off, laughing fit to burst. So the world was there for the dove to find."<br /><br /><strong>CORINTHIAN:</strong> "Really?"<br /><br /><strong>CAIN:</strong> "They don't admit to it, of course. Who wants to be blamed for creating the world?"<br /><br /><div align="center">***</div><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/sandman01.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/200/sandman01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>MORPHEUS:</strong> "We make choices. No one else can live our lives for us. And we must confront and accept the consequences of our actions."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Some excerpts from </span><a href="http://www.dyve.net/sandman/"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sandman</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> book "</span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sandman:_The_Kindly_Ones"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Kindly Ones</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">"<br /></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/nepal-man.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-so-tired.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113675507213969553?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1136677284206847882006-01-08T00:26:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:25:29.480+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/illustration" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">illustration</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/nepalman.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/nepalman.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I'd draw this from a magazine about Nepal some time ago. Just played around with Photoshop tonight to kill time (but it was more kind of a quality time).<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/12/2006-why-do-we-celebrate-new-years-eve.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/kindly-ones.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113667728420684788?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1135964587341265572005-12-30T18:37:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:24:32.700+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/2006.0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/2006.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div align="center"> <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-love-of-god.html">« last</a> _______ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2006/01/nepal-man.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113596458734126557?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1135513586022076912005-12-25T13:16:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:23:45.860+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/music" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">music</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/steve vai" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">steve vai</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/philosophy" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">philosophy</span></a> <br /><br />"There is no religion<br />There is no reality or lack of reality<br />There is no start or finish<br />There is no me or you<br />There is only eveything<br />and the only thing that is that everything<br />is divinity itself<br />and it is all for the love of god"<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The explanation on the cd cover for the 7th song (For The Love Of God) of guitar virtuoso Steve Vai's album "Passion And Warfare" (1990)<br /></span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/12/thought-003.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/12/2006-why-do-we-celebrate-new-years-eve.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113551358602207691?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1134909078774222262005-12-18T13:26:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:21:29.586+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/idea" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">idea</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/philosophy" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">philosophy</span></a><br /><br />Personal Note:<br /><br />"Reality cannot be trusted because perception cannot be trusted"<br /><br />What if my senses are lying to me, in which reality am I living then?...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/12/karl-marx-for-dummies.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-love-of-god.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113490907877422226?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1133729580198617682005-12-04T21:45:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:19:45.990+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/politics" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">politics</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/karl marx" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">karl marx</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/karlmarxfordummies.gif"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/karlmarxfordummies.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">From the </span><a href="http://www.politicalcartoons.com/"><span style="font-size:85%;">caglecartoons.com</span></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/12/disposable-weed.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/12/thought-003.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113372958019861768?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1133524427144284242005-12-02T11:50:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:17:46.090+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/SC05.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/SC05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is the story:<br />You come home. Your all electricity is off -twice in the same week. You call the electrician -again. He comes along, looks around, checks everything, measures some amper and voltage values and says "Hmmm", calls his boss, changes the fuses and leaves...<br /><br />The next morning your first visitors are 2 police officers, one electrician and 2 official locksmiths of Amsterdam Police department. Ask you questions about your neighbour. Later they come along with a big truck start to clean up my neighbours appartement at the 2nd floor which apparently was a small marihuana greenhouse!<br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/SC06.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 10px auto; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/SC06.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/SC08.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/SC08.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />In 2 hours they cleaned all house. After my inquiry with the police officer, the electrician fixed my house fuses and they both thanked me for being a proper citizen(!?) and calling them.<br /><br />It seems that I was living under a small "marihuana garden" for a year... But I didn't have any trouble with marihuana (if I could find a solution for smell, I would grow it myself probably. And it is true that it smells <em>really</em> strong. I realized it this morning pretty good when they were moving <em>the stuff</em>!). I only wanted to have my electricity back, simply called the electrician to see what the problem was! How can I know??<br /><br />But I have to say; when I saw the marihuana plants, just thrown out like a piece of trash, I felt pretty sad (no, I couldn't get any plant in that rush!). Probably the guys upstairs wanted to have extra bucks and built up an -illegal- marihuana greenhouse (of course they can also be a member of mob, so in that case this can be my last post maybe:-) haha). The police officers and locksmiths were just doing their job as the law says: "To grow marihuana -for selling- is illegal, so..." Thinking further is not necessary!<br /><br />I think the problem here is not marihuana, problem is "to sell"... When I was looking from my window and saw these poor marihuana plants, just thrown away, the leaves are sadly flying away by the wind.. Nobody was thinking that it is a "living" plant. At that moment it was just reduced to an object, a material thing which brings money, and official number in police reports.. In the capitalist system we live in it is a profit, not an organism anymore. System reduces it to an economical value, a material thing and just like any other material thing it's something mechanic, dead. And to sell is illegal, because in reality that road is controlled by bigger powers -which system allows!- but small parts are just eliminated... It is a capitalist system, <strong>everything</strong> is disposable.<br /><br />I guess I will get new neighbours.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-could-have-lied.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/12/karl-marx-for-dummies.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113352442714428424?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1133204461036682562005-11-27T19:50:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:17:03.383+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/music" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">music</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lyrics" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">lyrics</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Red Hot Chili Peppers" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Red Hot Chili Peppers</span></a><br /><br />There must be something in the way I feel<br />That she don't want me to feel<br />The stare she bares cut me<br />I don't care, you see so what if I bleed<br /><br />I could never change just what I feel<br />My face will never show what is not real<br /><br />A mountain never seems to have the need to speak<br />A look that shares so many seek<br />The sweetest feeling I got from you<br />The things I said to you were true<br /><br />I could never change just what I feel<br />My face will never show what is not real<br /><br />I could have lied I'm such a fool<br />My eyes could never never never keep their cool<br />Showed her and I told her how<br />she struck me but I'm fucked up now<br /><br />But now she's gone yes she's gone away<br />A soulful song that would not stay<br />You see she hides 'cause she is scared<br />But I don't care I won't be spared<br /><br />I could have lied I'm such a fool<br />My eyes could never never never keep their cool<br />Showed her and I told her how <br />she struck me but I'm fucked up now<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Lyrics: Red Hot Chili Peppers (album: Blood Sugar Sex Magik)</span></strong><br /><br />I wish I could have lied. Truth always fails, lies what everyone wants to believe in...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/existenz.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/12/disposable-weed.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113320446103668256?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1132800958398900902005-11-24T03:02:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:14:31.070+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/movies" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">movies</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/film" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">film</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/David Cronenberg" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">David Cronenberg</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Arthur Schoppenhauer" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Arthur Schoppenhauer</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Martin Heidegger" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Martin Heidegger</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Jean Baudrillard" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Jean Baudrillard</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Marshall McLuhan" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Marshall McLuhan</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/existenz01.gif"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/existenz01.gif" border="0" /></a> There are some kind of movies which let you question your own reality after you've seen them. eXistenZ is a perfect example of these kind of films. And I am not only saying that because I am an huge David Cronenberg fan, which I am! I was ordering my movie collection and then decided to watch it again. I'd seen it 8 or 9 times already, but anyway. Actually eXistenZ is not his best movie, it's more or less "Cronenberg For Beginners". But I like it anyway, it's one of my favourites.<br /><br />The best description for eXistenZ would be "reality inside a reality inside a reality inside a reality inside a..." or "game inside a game inside a game inside a...". That's why after seeing eXistenZ you start to wonder: In which reality are we at any certain moment? Is there any other reality outside of our perception? If there is any other reality, how real it is? Yes, some directors doesn't let you enjoy your own reality for a moment and makes you question :-).. Unfortunately when eXistenZ came out (1999), it was highly compared with The Matrix, which was released in the same year (strange enough another movie about alternative realities, The 13th Flour was also released in 1999). Well, this is unfair because The Matrix is nothing more than an Hollywood blockbuster movie filled with revolutionary special FXs and some religious-philosophical-(pseudo)intellectual thema's. If The Matrix is McDonald's (which it is) then eXistenZ is a delicious French dish!<br /><br />In fact eXistenZ is a kind of road map to existentialist philosophy. That's why it deals with much deeper existential, philosophical subjects in a -visually- simple and different way. You can see lots of references to the ideas of Arthur Schoppenhauer [<em><span style="color:#51C2BB;">world is will and representation, created with a huge human condition</span></em>] and Martin Heidegger [<em><span style="color:#51C2BB;">the vital fact that human beings truly exist, in the fullest sense, only when being-there for them-selves (Da-sein: <strong>you are there</strong>). Properly understood, self-awareness leads to the authenticity of a life created out of nothing, in the face of dread, by reference only to one’s own deliberate purposes</span></em>]. You can also hear the echoes of Jean Baudrillard's simulation and hyperreality theories in this movie [<em><span style="color:#51C2BB;">hyperreality is more real than reality</span></em>]. <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/existenz03.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/existenz03.jpg" border="0" /></a>Besides, the merging of human body with technology, its metamorphosis through an organic technology may be a typical David Cronenberg element, but shows lots of traces of Marshall McLuhan's theories as well [<em><span style="color:#51C2BB;">computers are extension of human consciousness. Like telephone is an extention of the ear, television is an extention of the eye, telegram is an extention of the central nervous system, high-tech virtual reality is an extention of human consciousness</span></em>]. This is a kind of movie that you should watch with great attention.<br /><br />If you are familiar with Cronenberg movies, you can see his passion for 50's cinematography through eXistenZ. The story plays in a near future but visual side of the film gives us a some kind of artificial feeling, of course it's very logical for a movie about "virtual reality" and "virtual" video games. The names of locations, packaging etc. in the movie are very general. A motel simply called <em>Motel</em>, a gas station <em>Gas Station</em>, a motive which is broadly used in the movie. Everything in the film is <em>generic</em> not <em>specific</em> (these are the suggestions to game packaging). A lot of things in the movie was done for kind of alternate future, but the visual character of the film also creates an artificial atmosphere. There is a certain minimalism, ‘<em>Reality</em>’ is subtraction: there are no TV sets, no screens, no telephones, no computers, no watches or jewellery, no stripes, dots or patterns on the clothes, no suits, no ties etc. That makes the film bit cartoonesque and artificial (this is also kind of suggestion to the video game world’s incompleteness). One small detail for the trivia lovers: The Perky Pat packaging in the motel room scene is a reference to “The Days of Perky Pat”, a short story by famous science fiction writer Philip K. Dick. Most of his novels were about alternate realities, he was the quintessential practitioner of `is there really a ‘real’ reality?’<br /><br />Another significant part of the films is its opening critics. Long, slow opening sequences and the visual elements, biological textures, tissues, colors, the bio-centric imagery suggest a small planet with its own ecosystem. The rhythm of the soundtrack and synchronisation with these imagery creates a dreamlike, hypnotic atmosphere which invites the audience to the hypnotic state of the movie. With these scenes the director already tries to give an idea about the movie. Together with the first scene of the movie, the presentation of the game eXistenZ (which is almost theatrical, somehow anti-cinematic), we already get an artificial feeling. This is also a very strong clue for the audience that this is an artificial world, which is the main subject of the movie (Some critics explain the 12 chairs and players on the stage at the beginning as a reference to The Last Supper, but according to Cronenberg it was accidental). From the beginning I had always associations with creation. By the way; the name eXistenZ has a special meaning. Besides being a reference to existentialism, the letters X and Z are chosen capital letters not only for visual reasons, but the word ‘isten’ between these capital letters means “God” in Hungarian!..<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/existenz02.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/existenz02.jpg" border="0" /></a>But this reference to 'a creator' is not a coincidence of course. Cronenberg also examines the role of an artist (a creator), his/her relation with his/her creation. The game developer Allegra Geller plays this 'artist' role in the movie. In the movie Allegra is presented as a charmer, seductive, hypnotist. She symbolises the seductive character of an artist, seducing his/her audience. She offers ‘freedom’ and liberation to her audience (game players and Ted Pikul). That’s why the seductive part is beyond sexuality. But this is a very fine detail which is not easy to realize. But eXistenz is a multi layered movie, there many other elements as well which are easy to miss!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;">SPOILER!!! Anybody who didn't see this movie yet, stop reading now... Actually, I don't care, read it if you want</span><br /><br />At the end of the movie we realize that all movie itself is a virtual game called TranCendenZ. Then we realize that, actually we have been in a 4 levels 'game':<br /><ol><li>The game itself, eXistenZ, which is played in the very beginning of the movie. </li><li>Allegra and Ted's small eXistenZ game which they played in the ski chalet (let's say mini-eXistenZ) </li><li>The Micropod variation of eXistenZ, embedded in mini game, played by Ted and Allegra, where they went to the Chinees Restaurant (I call it micro-eXistenZ). </li><li>At the end of the movie, the real focus group playing the game TranCendenZ, which is the all movie itself!</li></ol>If you look at backwards:<br />micro-eXistenZ > mini-eXistenZ > eXistenZ > TranCendenZ<br /><br />This connection between the name of eXistenZ and TrancendenZ (and the corporations of these games, Antenna and PilgrImage!) brings us closer to the idea of religion (literally meaning and connection between the words. Video games -Virtual Reality- becomes a religion, we are one level above to another layer -or reality! Also radical, fundamental belief of any kind is exist as a subthema through the movie –Cronenberg's interview with Salman Rushdie was an inspiration source for eXistenZ. This is perfectly coupled to the idea of "a creation of a creator (an artist) can come back and hunt you". This is also something which William Burroughs was obsessed on– It's also -for me- quiet metaphorical to see this transition between eXistenZ and TranCendeZ, as a clue for the neverending philosophical discussions about existence itself!<br /><br />Great movie, a cyber fiction for a post-humanity!<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/thought-002.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-could-have-lied.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113280095839890090?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1132536655700727412005-11-21T02:26:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:10:21.396+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/idea" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">idea</span></a><br /><br />Personal Note:<br /><br />"Not that I hate people... there are just '<em>too many'</em> of them!."<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/collapse-of-sexual-identity.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/existenz.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113253665570072741?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1132000652725530622005-11-14T21:12:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:05:03.666+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/essay" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">essay</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/philosophy" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">philosophy</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/postmodernism" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">postmodernism</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>The Collapse of Sexual Identity: Marxist capitalism and the cultural paradigm of context</strong><br /><strong></strong></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>1. Gaiman and Marxist capitalism</strong><br />If one examines Lyotardist narrative, one is faced with a choice: either reject neotextual nihilism or conclude that consciousness may be used to oppress the underprivileged. But Foucault uses the term 'the cultural paradigm of context' to denote the bridge between society and sexual identity. The subject is interpolated into a Lyotardist narrative that includes art as a totality.<br />Therefore, Sontag promotes the use of the cultural paradigm of context to attack outmoded, elitist perceptions of class. Baudrillard uses the term 'cultural theory' to denote not sublimation per se, but postsublimation.<br />However, a number of theories concerning Lyotardist narrative may be revealed. Pickett[1] implies that the works of Gaiman are an example of mythopoetical nationalism. It could be said that Bataille suggests the use of Marxist capitalism to analyse society. The main theme of de Selby's[2] model of Lyotardist narrative is a self-sufficient reality.<br /><strong>2. Realities of collapse</strong><br />"Sexual identity is part of the economy of culture," says Sartre. However, the subject is contextualised into a semioticist paradigm of discourse that includes art as a totality. Sontag uses the term 'Lyotardist narrative' to denote the role of the reader as artist.<br />If one examines the cultural paradigm of context, one is faced with a choice: either accept postdialectic discourse or conclude that sexuality, perhaps paradoxically, has significance. Therefore, if Marxist capitalism holds, we have to choose between the cultural paradigm of consensus and predialectic Marxism. In JFK, Stone denies the cultural paradigm of context; in Platoon he affirms Lyotardist narrative.<br />But Foucault promotes the use of the cultural paradigm of context to challenge hierarchy. The meaninglessness, and subsequent economy, of Lyotardist narrative which is a central theme of Stone's Heaven and Earth emerges again in Natural Born Killers, although in a more cultural sense.<br />However, the premise of Marxist class states that art is capable of intentionality, but only if Bataille's analysis of Lyotardist narrative is invalid; otherwise, we can assume that reality is a product of the collective unconscious. Hubbard[3] implies that the works of Stone are modernistic.<br />It could be said that if Marxist socialism holds, we have to choose between the cultural paradigm of context and postdialectic textual theory. Sontag suggests the use of Lyotardist narrative to modify and deconstruct society.<br />--------------------------------------------------<br />1. Pickett, P. V. I. ed. (1975) The cultural paradigm of context in the works of Stone. University of California Press<br />2. de Selby, A. (1981) Narratives of Dialectic: The cultural paradigm of context and Marxist capitalism. University of Massachusetts Press<br />3. Hubbard, L. B. Q. ed. (1997) Marxist capitalism and the cultural paradigm of context. Panic Button Books</span></span><br />--------------------------------------------------<br /><br />The text you have just read is completely meaningless and was randomly generated by the <a href="http://runme.org/feature/read/+postmodgen/+57/">Postmodernism Generator</a>:<br /><br /><blockquote>"... Just a few years old, the Postmodermism Generator is already a classic of software-based text manipulation. Using the Dada Engine, a system for generating random text from grammars, it generates disturbingly plausible yet meaningless postmodern-speak as academic texts."</blockquote>In couple of mouse clicks and in a few hours you are able to get a Phd degree in postmodernism!<br /><br />Just visit Elsewhere.org and write brilliant(ly meaningless!) essays!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.elsewhere.org/cgi-bin/postmodern">http://www.elsewhere.org/cgi-bin/postmodern</a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/burning.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/thought-002.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113200065272553062?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1131721306854579932005-11-11T14:43:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:02:56.563+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/demonstration" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">demonstration</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fiction" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">fiction</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/media" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">media</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/news" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">news</span></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">"Paris demonstrations spread to Amsterdam. Some youth gangs tried to cause a riot to protest French Government's action and burned down some auto's".</span></div><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/burningcar01.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 10px auto; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/burningcar01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/burningcar02.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/burningcar02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">"But the local authorities took a fast action. 5 persons were arrested after the failed riot attack and they are expected to thrown out of the country."</span></div><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/burningcar03.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 10px auto; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/burningcar03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/burningcar04.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/burningcar04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/burningcar05.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/burningcar05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Well, this is fake. Just wrote it down when I saw this car is burning in front of my house (car was really burning down, probably because of an engine failure. But there are no riots here--yet!). Then I thought how easy it is to make a fake news, you would never know what was really going on (well, you could guess it due the quality of the photo's which don't have the news quality, but if I <strong>did</strong> "have" the proper photo's, would it be true what I would say?)<br /><br />Then I thought about French riots in last weeks. It's the most important thing happened in last 30 years in Europe actually (well, maybe since the Madrid and London bombings then). All the things we saw was fire, police officers, politicians, fire, burned down cars, buildings and more fire. I wonder, why are there so less photo's and images of the people who caused these riots, which are the most important event of the last 30 years in Europe? There are some "things" but not as much as I would expect to see.<br /><br />No conspiracy here, I just wonder the way of getting information only. The reason of these riots are not only social-economical, have more complex roots and structure than that. But, this is "the information age" and we do have enough way of getting into the news. In all the other happenings in the world we get hardcore images and info, but just in the heart of Europe, there is this biggest social riot happened in last 30 years, and our info is pretty limited.<br /><br />Why?<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/real-me-is-ideal.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/collapse-of-sexual-identity.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113172130685457993?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1131564996868584212005-11-10T21:13:00.000+01:002006-02-09T22:00:51.886+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/quiz" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">quiz</span></a><br /><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="480" border="0"><tbody><tr><td>You scored as <b>Idealist</b>. Idealism centers around the belief that we are moving towards something greater. An odd mix of evolutionist and spiritualist, you see the divine within ourselves, waiting to emerge over time. Many religious traditions express how the divine spirit lost its identity, thus creating our world of turmoil, but in time it will find itself and all things will again become one.<br /><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"><tbody><tr><td><p>Idealist</p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="94" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td>94%</td></tr><tr><td><p>Cultural Creative</p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="88" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td>88%</td></tr><tr><td><p>Existentialist</p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td>75%</td></tr><tr><td><p>Materialist</p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td>75%</td></tr><tr><td><p>Modernist</p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="69" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td>69%</td></tr><tr><td><p>Romanticist</p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td>63%</td></tr><tr><td><p>Postmodernist</p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td>63%</td></tr><tr><td><p>Fundamentalist</p></td><td><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"><tbody><tr><td></td></tr></tbody></table></td><td>44%</td></tr></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=23320">What is Your World View? (updated)</a><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;">created with <a href="http://quizfarm.com">QuizFarm.com</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><p><br />2 minutes dwelling on these quiz pages and I've scored as an <strong>Idealist</strong>.. Hmm, I never saw this world as an <em><strong>ideal place</strong></em>, maybe that's why, but I thought I would score as a <strong>pessimist</strong>.. I'd prefer to score as a <strong>crazy artist</strong> actually, but <strong>Cultural Creative</strong> was 2nd so, just missed it with a few points I guess! I did the test again a few times but I never scored <strong>Cultural Creative</strong>, so I googled to find out what it was:</p><p>"You scored as <strong>Cultural Creative</strong> probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational."<br /><br />Hmm, it's against my existentialist nature (my 3rd) a bit, but I thougth it was something else. Damn, now I have to work harder to gain this <strong>crazy</strong> title I guess and become an <em>artist</em> to complete my goal! Too bad actually; life, ideas and thoughts are not as simple as these quizs!...</p><p>Go get to know true yourself if you are curious, although you don't need <em>Internet</em> for this, but it's fun :-) </p><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/ant.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/burning.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113156499686858421?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1131473609407669912005-11-08T18:59:00.000+01:002006-02-09T21:58:56.990+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/story" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">story</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fiction" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">fiction</span></a><br /><br />02:30 in the morning. I took another sip from my whiskey while I tried to read the newspaper. Well, actually I was hoping to fall in sleep, I didn’t really want to read the damn paper. There was nothing interesting anyway, all same shitty news.<br /><br />When I was looking with empty eyes through my glass to the walls, I saw an ant, walking on the newspaper. He first walked on the news headline “Young boy killed in the night club”. Then he walked to the corner of the page but didn’t come even close to the news about bankrupt company. The paper was full of these kind of news lately, probably the little ant didn’t think it was interesting either, like me. Then he disappeared around the table.<br /><br />I followed him and thought “where the hell did he come from?”<br /><br />I have a decent, clean house actually, for someone who lives alone at least. I saw barely some insects here, sometimes flies… and mosquito’s, but they don’t live longer if I see them… It was just a regular ant of course, probably lost.<br /><br />Do you know anything about ants?… They are really interesting creatures actually. They live in a pretty well organized, hierarchic society. They have three groups in their society; female queens, males and workers. Males and queens can have wings but the workers not and they are the ones I am more interested. They do every fucking job in the their society, except “fucking” itself. How wonderful, there isn’t any difference than ours, huh?. Of course everybody likes to compare us with ants. Such a cliché. We have a pretty organized system, everyday waking up, going to work, coming home, eating, drinking, having sex, waking up, going to work, coming home, eating, drinking, having sex, waking up… Some system!<br /><br />But anyway, where the fuck did this ant come from to my room?.. Did I forgot somewhere some food rests, dirty dishes or something from last night, or last days. I checked the room quickly, but didn’t see anything then I thought it was a silly thought to have. Ants are everywhere damn it, what did I expect to find?. I was really tipsy after half bottle of scotch and sat back again. I poured another glass and saw the little ant again, walking on the newspaper. I said “Cheers, little bastard. You lost your home and you will never find it back. How about that?” I rolled it up at once.<br /><br />Did I tell you that the ants are interesting creatures? Some ant societies steal other ant’s nymph’s and larva’s. When these larva’s grow up, they become the ‘slave’ of the other ants and then work for them. These slave ants are afraid of death sentence and rarely rebel to these ants who kidnapped them… Very human, what do you think?..<br /><br />The ant came onto my newspaper again, started to walk up and down. I poured another scotch and looked at him. Maybe this one was a rebel, he stood against his masters and runaway from the community. I said “cheers, Spartacus!”. And rolled it up again.<br /><br />Rebel or worker, didn’t really matter. I knew he would be dead soon. Or not, maybe his home was somewhere near and he might be find his way back to his “ant” society and work again. I looked at him, he was walking on the newspaper, coming to me. I said “If you are a rebel, you come to the wrong person buddy. I am already a slave, like your other brothers. If you are a slave, well, then welcome. Hah hah hah. I have to wake up early in the morning and go to my work, my friend”. Then I realized that I was talking to an ant, am I getting crazy or drunk?<br /><br />Jobs are pain in the ass, you know. After 2 weeks of trying to get a job, finally I found one today. So far I didn’t stay in a job more than 3 months. Shortest one was for 2 hours. I don’t remember what kind of job it was, I was too damn drunk when I got there. Probably it was the reason that I’ve lost it immediately as well. Well, who cares. I didn’t want to have a carrier anyway, I was quite happy jumping from one work to another. I felt more freedom than any other ‘modern time working slaves’ actually. Only money was a problem but it gave me also more time to concentrate on writing and playing. I should get paid for that actually, but never had a chance. Once a poem I wrote was published by a small publisher, but I didn’t get much money for that. That money was also gone directly for a bottle of Scotch.<br /><br />But I have to go to this job tomorrow. I am already late with my rent of this month. I had this job actually, as a dishwasher in a small restaurant. I went there right after I’d seen the ad in a local newspaper. It was a small, cheap, ordinary restaurant close to the harbor. Most of the customers were also the workers from harbor, coming for lunch. When I came in, there were two middle aged customers, sitting in one corner, drinking their soup. If you look at their faces you could see that the soup was not really tasty. Or they didn’t like their company that much, because they didn’t say any fucking word to each other.<br /><br />I saw one waitress, Stephanie. Nice piece, bit fat hips but she had a pretty nice face. On her early 30’s. I went right away to her, she looked at me and asked “Can I help you?”. I looked at her body and said “Well, anytime. But I am here for the job as a dishwasher.” “Then you have to speak with Mr. Croll. Come with me.” she said. I followed her to Mr. Croll’s office. He was a short, fat man, with greasy hair. Well, he was on his 50’s but he didn’t have much hair left anyway. After a short speak I got the job right away. You don’t need much qualifications to be a dishwasher. Probably I was the only person who reacted to the ad anyway. Who else wanted to wash dirty dishes in a shitty restaurant at the God forgotten corner of the town.<br /><br />The reason I lost that job was not because I was a bad dishwasher, but the waitress Stephanie. After 2 weeks of washing the dirty shit, we wanted to use the kitchen for something else but apparently Mr. Croll didn’t approve the “close” relations at the work place. Well, neither of us wanted any relation actually, but timing was not right for other kind of fun I guess. Though she was really ready for that.<br /><br />Of course after Mr. Croll caught us, I was called immediately for a talk. He had looked at Stephanie in a way that I understood he wanted to be in my place with her for a long time. But she didn’t give any chance apparently. She was working there longer then me, and she had bigger breasts then me, so I was the one who should leave. Maybe Mr. Croll thought that I was eliminating his chances with her, who knows.<br /><br />Well, I got my 2 weeks paid. I got immediately one bottle of Scotch and ended up drinking on the beach across the harbor against the sunlight. It was a very beautiful afternoon, I can tell you that. It was better than washing the damn dishes in a filthy, hot kitchen anyway. But now, I was out of money and had to do something before my house owner knocks my door. I can tell you that, he never liked me that much. In fact, I don’t really know if many people like me. A drunk, bitter, antisocial, musician wanna be writer is not everyone’s best friend I guess.<br /><br />I saw the little ant, still walking but he somehow managed to come on my belly. I didn’t think how or when he did that, I took another sip from my Scotch.<br /><br />I should be sleeping by now, because tomorrow I have to work in a warehouse. I found this company, a garbage bags distributor. I have to pack the garbage bags and some other shit and load the trucks, so they can be distributed through all country. Then people can throw their useless shit. I think I’ll be at an important position of the social system huh, what do you think?. You know, garbage bags are a quiet important thing in our society. Can you imagine, how can we throw all these shit we don’t need if we didn’t have any garbage bag?... Things that we buy, we use and then we throw. It’s an endless cycle you know; “produce, consume and throw”. So you can make a place for the new things that you don’t need and you will throw later on. In fact, if you ask me, maybe garbage is the only product to describe our modern society:<br />“What can you say about our society sir?”<br />“It’s a garbage!”<br /><br />I saw little ant walking onto my left arm. I was holding the glass, there is one sip left but I didn’t want to move my arm because of the ant. I could shake my arm and throw the little ant but I decided to watch him. Normally I wouldn’t even care for him. He was on my hand now, walking to the glass.<br /><br />“Well, don’t even think about it you little bastard, I need it more than you do.”<br /><br />He didn’t hear me of course, or he didn’t want to hear me. If I was an ant and there was a glass of Scotch in front of me, I would also walk right into it. I can’t blame him, you know. Now he was on my glass, walking on the corner.<br /><br />“It’s your dead you know!” He walked bit further.<br /><br />“Poor soul” I said “What do you know about life? All your life long you worked to provide food for your society, to help the system to survive. And now you lost your way, wandering on a scotch glass in a damn house in a God forgotten town. What is your next destination, huh?”<br /><br />I didn’t know if I was talking to him or describing my own life. He tried to walk on the sharp edge of the glass but suddenly he lost his balance and fell into the glass.<br /><br />“You poor bastard, now you ruined my last sip!”<br /><br />He tried to come out, made sudden moves, looked like he was trying to swim. After a while he stopped, there was no move anymore, probably he was dead. Drunk and dead.<br /><br />“Lucky bastard” I said, “I wish I was in your place now”.<br /><br />Then I threw myself on the bed and dreamt about swimming in an endless sea of whiskey, drowning deeper, deeper and deeper.<br /><br /><div align="center"> <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/uncertainty-principle.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/real-me-is-ideal.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113147360940766991?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1131095988809734972005-11-04T10:04:00.000+01:002006-02-09T21:57:28.160+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/essay" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">essay</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/quantum physics" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">quantum physics</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/werner heisenberg" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Werner Heisenberg</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/buddhism" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">buddhism</span></a><br /><br />This morning when I was surfing on the net I come across to some sites about the uncertainty theory in quantum psychics (In stead of sleeping I was online in the morning and looking for things like quantum theories. I know, don’t tell me!…)<br /><br />The man behind this theory was Werner Heisenberg (1901 - 1976), one of the greatest physicists of the twentieth century. He is best known as a founder of <a href="http://www.aip.org/history/heisenberg/p07.htm">quantum mechanics</a>, the new physics of the atomic world, and especially for the <a href="http://www.aip.org/history/heisenberg/p08.htm">uncertainty principle</a> in quantum theory. In his words this theory is:<br /><br /><strong>“The more precisely the position is determined, the less precisely the momentum is known in this instant, and vice versa.”</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/singularity.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/singularity.jpg" border="0" /></a>Roughly speaking, the uncertainty principle states that one cannot assign exact simultaneous values to the position and momentum of a quantum mechanical system. Because of the scientific and philosophical implications of the seemingly harmless sounding uncertainty relations, physicists speak of an uncertainty principle, which is often called more descriptively the “<em>principle of indeterminacy</em>”. This relation has profound implications for such fundamental notions as causality and the determination of the future behavior of an atomic particle. Suppose a particle has momentum <em>p</em> and position <em>x</em>. In a Quantum Mechanical world, we would not be able to measure <em>p</em> and <em>x</em> precisely. There would be an uncertainty associated with each measurement that we could never get rid of, even in a perfect experiment! It’s like this then:<br /><br />“You drive too fast Jonathan, slow it down! Where are we now?..”<br />“I don’t know Jennifer. I drive 100 miles per hour and this is such a high speed to determine our position. But also “high” is relative and...”<br />“Fuck you Jonathan... I know I should listen my mom and never marry you. Stop somewhere and let's ask to a gasstation!...”<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/fractal.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/fractal.jpg" border="0" /></a>In quantum physics, the observer is no longer external and neutral, but through the act of measurement he becomes himself a part of observed reality. It also has huge implications on the epistemology of science: certain facts are no longer objectifiable in quantum theory. Does this mean that ultimate truth is unknowable? Many, at least Albert Einstein, felt that quantum theory had somehow "missed the point". He was an outspoken critic of quantum mechanics and is often quoted on his comment regarding the uncertainty principle: "The God doesn't play dice." In a <a href="http://www.thebigview.com/spacetime/index.html">conversation</a> with Heisenberg he said:<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Heisenberg:</strong> "One cannot observe the electron orbits inside the atom. [...] but since it is reasonable to consider only those quantities in a theory that can be measured, it seemed natural to me to introduce them only as entities, as representatives of electron orbits, so to speak."<br /><strong>Einstein:</strong> "But you don't seriously believe that only observable quantities should be considered in a physical theory?"<br /><strong>Heisenberg:</strong> "I thought this was the very idea that your relativity theory is based on?" Heisenberg asked in surprise.<br /><strong>Einstein:</strong> "Perhaps I used this kind of reasoning," replied Einstein, "but it is nonsense nevertheless. [...] In reality the opposite is true: only the theory decides what can be observed."<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/FormIsEmptiness.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 10px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/FormIsEmptiness.jpg" border="0" /></a>Anyway, I am not a physician but what I understand from this theory is that “you can’t observe anything in reality in a way that they are, but you DO also change anything you observe”. Hmm, if it’s applied to the universe and to the “universal, ultimate knowledge”, this is a kind of principle which proves that universe is getting more and more complex as long as we discover. So, we can't never really know “the reality” (I guess “you can’t have your cake and eat it too”). Actually, then, “you are what you believe”. And again, maybe;<br /><br /><strong>THERE IS NO REALITY</strong>.<br /><br /><strong>EMPTINESS IS ALWAYS THERE.</strong><br /><br />(image is from <a href="http://www.buddhanet.net/e-learning/heartstr.htm">Heart Sutra</a>; "Form is Emptiness")<br /><br />In some Buddhist teachings they have this, the teachings on emptiness (Sanskrit sunyata or shunyata); all things are totally empty of any defining essence. Consequently all things have no fixed identity ('inherent existence') and are in a state of impermanence - change and flux - constantly becoming and decaying. Not only are all things constantly changing, but if we analyze any phenomenon in enough detail we come to the conclusion that it is ultimately unfindable, and exists purely by definitions in terms of other things - and one of those other things is always the mind which generates those definitions. So, "<strong>Nothing</strong>" is certain in life.<br /><br />"What were you searching for all your life long?"<br />"The Truth.."<br />"What did you find?"<br />"Nothing!"<br /><br />Starting from <em>The Uncertainty Principle</em> and jumping to the e<em>mptiness</em> early in the morning, that was the morning blog then...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/interzone.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/ant.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113109598880973497?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1130915128578133562005-11-02T07:30:00.000+01:002006-02-09T21:52:29.993+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/music" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">music</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lyrics" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">lyrics</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/The Tea Party" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">The Tea Party</span></a><br /><br /><div align="left">So there I was in a time without a place<br />And a messenger came<br />He knew my name<br />Called it out sought me out<br />He said, "god is dead and the devil reigns us all<br />It's a mystery to solve, so to save your face<br />Know your place and fall from grace"<br /><br />I never felt then so alone<br />was nothing sacred I've been shown<br />I feel I'm sinking like a stone<br />In the interzone...now<br /><br />In this place all our cultures could collide<br />Still religion divides<br />It's a sad excuse, such abuse<br />I tell the truth<br />I know all is one but still nothing seems the same<br />It's a mysterious game<br />So now on my mark from the start<br />Let's all fall apart<br /><br />Have you ever felt then so alone<br />Where nothing's sacred nothing's shown<br />And you feel you're sinking like a stone<br />In the interzone now<br /><br />Lyrics by <a href="http://www.teaparty.com/">The Tea Party</a> (album The Interzone Mantras)</div><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/interzone_cover.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/interzone_cover.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the opening song of my all time favourite band (well, next to NIN, Tool and Morphine then...) The Tea Party's 2001 album <a href="http://www.thegate.ca/interviews/interzone-mantras.htm">The Interzone Mantras</a>. This album was the result of band's singer Jeff Martin's dwelling and soul searching in Czhech Rebublic at that moment. The term Interzone is a place, first came up in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_S._Burroughs">William S. Burroughs</a> book <a href="http://www.fb10.uni-bremen.de/anglistik/kerkhoff/beatgeneration/BurroughsNaked.htm">Naked Lunch</a>, later he collected some of his short stories in a book called Interzone. This book was one of the inspiration sources of this album. (William Burroughs was writing about a section of the city of Algiers in the 1940s. It was called the Interzone. It was called that because the different newspapers used this point as a jump-up point into Africa and that's how they were able to tell the West what was going on in the continent.)<br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">In this song Interzone is a place, a melting pot of different cultures but also a place where extremism leads distraction and people loose their way and can't make distinction between what is good or bad.</div><br /><div align="left">Very beautiful song, very clever written lyrics (like always expected from The Tea Party).</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/coffee-and-cigarettes.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/uncertainty-principle.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113091512857813356?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1130867009766516872005-11-01T16:57:00.000+01:002006-02-09T21:49:59.726+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/movies" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">movies</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/film" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">film</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Jim Jarmusch" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Jim Jarmusch</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/cc.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/cc.jpg" border="0" /></a>I know, coffee and cigarettes are a perfect couple but I am gonna talk about a movie. Last weekend finally I got a chance to see “Coffee And Cigarettes”. This long term movie project by independent film’s indispensable director <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000464/">Jim Jarmusch</a> is a small, minimalist master piece. He shot in different times (since 1986) total 11 short films with his fellow artists, musicians and friends. The unimportant, non significant—but necessary—moments that everyone experiences in ordinary and meaningless flow of daily life are presented in this series of vignettes that all have coffee and cigarettes in common. According to me, coffee and cigarettes are not only an important company for these moments but are also a metaphor for the meaning of life; living the moment and feeling the enjoyment of those moments. Especially the last part of the movie (<strong>Champagne</strong>) is quite important to see this.<br /><br />The movie is full with small details, I wonder how he was able to put all these details in such a short segments. But he is Jim Jarmusch, so... This is a kind of movie that gives you some sort of life lesson through these ordinary, daily talks. Also, all movie is shot in black and white. This is visually so beautiful and also shows somehow the ordinariness of daily life.<br /><br />One interesting point in the movie is that, most of these famous characters in these short films are playing themselves. That makes the movie even more friendly and warm, exactly kind of feeling that you would have when you talk with your friends while you drink your coffee and smoke your cigarette in an intimate ambience. These are the 11 parts and actors in the movie:<br /><ol><li><strong>Strange To Meet You:</strong> Roberto Benigni - Steven Wright </li><li><strong>Twins:</strong> Cinque lee - Joie lee – Steve Buscemi </li><li><strong>Somewhere In California:</strong> Tom Waits - Iggy Pop </li><li><strong>Renee:</strong> Renee French - E.J. Rodriguez </li><li><strong>Those Things'll Kill Ya:</strong> Joe Rigano - Vinny Vella </li><li><strong>No Problem:</strong> Isaach De Bankole - Alex Descas </li><li><strong>Jack Shows Meg His Tesla Coil:</strong> Jack White - Meg White </li><li><strong>Cousins:</strong> Cate Blanchett (she plays a double role here!)</li><li><strong>Delirium:</strong> RZA - GZA - Bill Murray </li><li><strong>Cousins?:</strong> Alfred Molina - Steve Coogan </li><li><strong>Champagne:</strong> Taylor Mead - Bill Rice</li></ol><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/cc02.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/cc02.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unfortunately not all these parts are equally strong but especially <strong>Cousins?,</strong> with over the top acting by Alfred Molina and Steve Coogan, becomes the most significant part of the movie. You can really feel friendship, hypocrisy and self-interest in such a strong way in this part, it’s just marvellous.<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/cc01.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/320/cc01.jpg" border="0" /></a>What I liked most is also the importance of music and sound in the movie. Besides famous musicians are playing a role in the film (Iggy Pop, Tom Waits, Wu-Tang Clan members RZA and GZA, Jack and Meg from Whitestripes), music takes part as a healing medium and something that full fills the life. This, as a sub thema, strongly exist during the film (especially in the parts Somewhere In California and Delirium there was a significant point with music and health themas, that was my association anyway. Also mentioning Nicola Tesla’s theories about world being an acoustical conductor was quite interesting. Or I am just making things up, flying over the clouds with my comments now, that’s also possible!...)<br /><br />But the main thema of the movie shows itself in the last part <strong>Champagne</strong>. This final story which two old men making fantasies and talking about life in their 10 minutes break that feels like it’ll last forever, has a distinct Waiting For Godot feel with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gustav_Mahler">Mahler</a>’s "Ich Bin der Welt Abhanden Gekommen" (I Have Lost Track of the World) on the background (of course a composer like Mahler, who incorporated into some of his symphonies texts expressing Nietzsche's and Goethe's philosophy is a perfect choice).. This part, shot in a dark room, with a strange existential sadness, proves somehow that the meaning of life is hidden in small details. And then the oldest guy tries to take his “last” nap and closes his eyes—I felt that he has quietly passed away actually—and then the movie ends. Very poetic, very beautiful.<br /><br />Don’t miss this movie!...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/nobody-here.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/interzone.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113086700976651687?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1130633128754448492005-10-30T22:45:00.000+01:002006-02-09T21:47:56.236+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/net.art" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">net.art</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/literature" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">literature</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/text" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">text</span></a><br /><br />“All my problems will be solved,<br />just as soon as I'm somewhere else,<br />doing something else,<br />knowing some other people<br />and become a totally different person.”<br /><br />“I could write a book.<br />A book about the life I'd like to have lived.<br />The things I'd like to have done.<br />Things like writing books.”<br /><br />“My theory of relative happiness essentially means that you don't feel good or bad. Just better or worse than before. This insight opens a new path to happiness: depress yourself and in the relief following that depression, you will experience an overwhelming sense of bliss. I'm still working on the scientific evidence.”<br /><br />“Did I get thinner or did I just get used to being this fat? Oh well, it doesn't matter whether it's my stomach or my imagination, as long as I'm the only one who sees my belly. Let me think. Did I get less lonely or did I just get used to being alone?”<br /><br />“It started with the sound of thunder, arriving a couple of seconds after the flash. A familiar phenomenon with a logical explanation. On television I saw the mouth of a journalist move after I heard his voice. Probably a technical malfunction. Nothing more. But then the next day in the supermarket I noticed the lips of the girl behind the counter moved slightly later than I heard her voice. She must have noticed I saw through it, as she looked startled. I decided to go along. Thank you and good bye, I said, as always. But I knew better.<br />Exactly what I'm on to, is still unclear. What's certain is that my world is a lot less cohesive than I previously assumed. It is of the utmost importance to stay alert, collect clues and make connections. This is only the beginning. Can I go to sleep now? I'll pretend to.”<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Some excerpts from </span><a href="http://www.nobodyhere.com/justme/me.here"><span style="font-size:85%;">nobodyhere.com</span></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-night-stand.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/11/coffee-and-cigarettes.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113063312875444849?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1130701987065007242005-10-30T20:45:00.000+01:002006-02-09T21:43:11.006+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/story" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">story</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fiction" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">fiction</span></a><br /><br />I didn’t really like to come to this bar. If Simon didn’t grab me I’d still be at home. Though he had just disappeared after we came in, forgot that I was with him probably, asshole. I saw him next to the juke box talking with a blond bimbo. I can hear her laughs even from here. I think I can forgot Simon for the rest of the evening.<br /><br />Then I realized that I didn’t have any cigarettes left, went to the cigarette machine. It was there when I saw her. She was standing next the machine. Asked me if I had any fire. “Yes” I said. I burned her cigarette. Her face started to shine under the lighters fire while she tried to keep her cigarette closer to the lighter. In the dusty and dark corner of the bar, I watched her face under this weak light. She looked like a muse in the dark.<br /><br />She raised her head, tried to look at me. She was still drunk, I saw she could hardly stand. Drunk but very beautiful. She reminded me somebody, but I don’t remember who. Someone I knew, or a film star? But that wasn’t important. I watched her face under the lights. If a woman could be a literature then she was the poetry.<br /><br />We looked at each other without saying a word, minutes passed. She was trying to smile.<br />“If you want you can take me..” she said, then she stopped,<br />“.. away from here.”<br /><br />It was pretty ironic what she said, though I didn’t really think to “take” her.<br />“Where do you want me to take you?” I asked.<br />“Anywhere but here, do you have a house?” she asked as if she knew that I was living close by.<br />“Yes” I said.<br /><br />We went outside, I didn’t even think about Simon. Fucker!. He could find his own way home, if he would go home anyway. We started to walk home. We didn’t have any conversations except couple of drunk sentences and now I was “taking” her to my home. Strangely I felt some sympathy for this lady, didn’t bother me at all to “take” her.<br /><br />Couple of minutes later we were at my place. We didn’t talk that much on the road but she was laughing a lot for every word I said. We went upstairs, I opened the door. She has just thrown herself on the couch. I opened a bottle of wine. And the windows.. We both felt the hot summer night. That was awaken her a bit. We started to talk, she was still laughing a lot.<br /><br />She looked at my cd’s, “I like Nick Cave” she said. One minute later we were talking, Nick Cave on the background. She was laughing, I was laughing, we were both drinking. She asked my name, I told her. I asked her name, she told me. We both felt bit more comfortable. She asked me to give her a massage, I did. She asked me to kiss her, I did. I felt a strange sympathy for this unknown woman.<br /><br />Then we went to bedroom. There was no place to sit except my bed, my bedroom was pretty cruel in these circumstances for women. But we didn't want to sit anyway. She thrown herself on the bed with her sexy laugh on her face. She looked like a small cat on the bed. She was kissing me, playing with my hair. I was caressing her. I could feel the warmth of her hands on my body and her wet lips. Then we made love. That was the less important part of the all evening.<br /><br />She fell in sleep after we made love. I started to look at her, watched her body, each and every detail. She looked so innocent, like a white cat on my bed. I could count her breath. Her breasts were slowly moving up and down in every breath she took. I watched her some time. She couldn’t do anything else except being a woman. “And I, am I a real man now?” I thought. She asked me a fire and now our all night was burning. I knew, it was just the circumstances, we couldn’t escape. Maybe in another time and place would be totally different. Or same, I don’t know. Maybe just the characters would be different. “Yes, it’s just the circumstances” I said loudly. That woke her up, she looked at me in the night with her big eyes. I kissed her and we made love again. Then we both fell in sleep, without thinking about tomorrow.<br /><br />She was still sleeping when I woke up. I watched this stranger in my bed for a while. Then I stood up. I was trying to be quiet but she was awake from my move. I looked at her, she looked at me. I didn’t know what to say. “Good morning” came out of my mouth. “Good morning” she replied. I put my jean on. She stood up, put her bra. For last time I watched her body. We were both dressed now. I felt that I should say something:<br /><br />“Did you sleep well?” I asked.<br />“Yes” she said.<br />“Do you want to have a breakfast?”<br />“Well maybe, but it’s better if I leave now” she said.<br /><br />I don’t know, but to hear that offended me. “No” I said, “we can have a breakfast, please”. “Ok” she said.<br /><br />We went to the kitchen, I made a coffee and some sandwiches while she was looking at me. It was the same house we came last night but it didn’t feel same somehow. That atmosphere of last night was gone with the early daylights, as if it was escaped from the open windows. Even Nick Cave couldn't save the moment, I guess. She was bit restless, I tried to talk a bit, asked some questions, she gave me some answers. I sat on the chair, gave her the coffee. Then there we were, two coffee cups, two sandwiches and two strangers. She drunk her coffee. “I think, I have to leave now” she said. “Ok” I replied.<br /><br />She stood up, I stood up. “Shall I come downstairs with you?” I asked. “No, it’s ok. I can find my way, I’ll just take a cab”. “Ok” I said. She put her shoes on, took her coat. I asked her number. She didn’t ask mine. Maybe I would call her, maybe not, but I felt it was better this way. Then she gave me a number told me that it was her house number. And gave me a kiss before she left.<br /><br />I called that number next days, but I got always the same message “The number you dialed is not exist. Please check and try it again”.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/eternal-loneliness.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/nobody-here.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113070198706500724?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1130677206864296692005-10-30T13:52:00.000+01:002006-02-09T21:41:59.980+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/story" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">story</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fiction" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">fiction</span></a><br /><br />The last sunrays of the day was entering into my room. There I was sitting, in the middle of my living room. I was looking at walls, again, they were so familiar. Checked my voicemail, if anyone called me: “<em>Hello, this is … . I am not at home right now, please leave a message after the beep</em>.” Then there was this silence... I’ve turned the computer on. Nobody was online. I had barely anybody on my chatting list anyway. I’ve checked my e-mails: “<em>You have 0 unread messages</em>”. Felt so lonely.<br /><br />Is anybody know that I am here? It looks like I am invisible.<br /><br />My house was getting smaller and smaller. I went outside. I feel less lonely if I am in the middle of this strange, unknown crowd.<br />7 people bumped me on my shoulders when I was passing them by. They didn’t even look back to say “sorry”.<br />I went to supermarket, bought a candy bar and one can of coke, but the cashier didn’t look at me either when I was paying.<br />I went to the bus stop, sat on the chair. 4 people came along, stood in front of me. Nobody even noticed I was there.<br />One new passenger came and asked if anyone had a fire, nobody had. He asked everybody, except me. I took my lighter from my pocket to give, but he didn’t even look at me and walked further.<br />Then bus came I stood up but before I get in the bus, chauffer had closed the door and driven away. There I was, standing, suddenly all alone.<br /><br />Is anybody know that I am here? It looks like I am invisible.<br /><br />I walked a bit further, I felt like I was nobody. I wasn’t even exist for many. I always followed the lines, followed someone else’s rules. I’ve decided to break the rules, from now on I’ll make my own way. People will notice me. They will know that I am here.<br /><br />I came to the end of side walk. Traffic light was red and everybody was waiting. They didn’t notice me. Everybody had stopped, besides me. I decided to walk through, they will see me.<br /><br />I didn’t see the big truck coming and the big truck didn’t notice me either. Then... Crash!<br /><br />…<br />…<br /><br />Why is so dark here? Can anybody turn the lights on, hello?... Can you turn the lights on please?... Hello?... Is there anybody there?...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/sinking.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/one-night-stand.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113067720686429669?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1130630358559872342005-10-30T01:11:00.000+02:002006-02-09T21:38:02.586+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/poetry" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">poetry</span></a><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">It looks like</div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">life</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center">is putting</div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a load</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left">on my shoulders</div><br /><div align="center">everything is getting</div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">heavier</strong></span></div><br /><div align="left">I feel like</div><br /><div align="center">I am</div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">sinking</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right">going<br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">down</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center">I want to</div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">stand up</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">but</span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I can’t</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">and</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">I am</span></div><br /><div align="right">still</div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">sinking</span></strong></div><br /><div align="left">It’s like</div><br /><div align="center">I am in</div><br /><div align="right">an endless</div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">void</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">desperately</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right">trying</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">to climb up</span></div><br /><div align="left">but</div><br /><div align="center">everything</div><br /><div align="right">on my shoulders</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">become</span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">heavier</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:85%;">and</span></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">heavier</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">my body</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center">me within'</div><br /><div align="right">grabbing me</div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">down</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center">I wonder</div><br /><div align="right">if it’s ever</div><br /><div align="center">going</div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">to stop</span></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/paradox-of-desire.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/eternal-loneliness.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113063035855987234?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1130537731286419302005-10-29T00:03:00.000+02:002006-02-09T21:34:43.306+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/paradoxdesire.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/400/paradoxdesire.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sometimes one image can tell more than words.</span><p></p><br />This is just a part of a flyer,<br />for a "theater" play.<br />play... game... life... and desire.<br />Is it ironic?..<br />This image is just<br />from a "theater" play.<br />Reminded me a friend.<br />Looking at her words...<br />Over the ocean<br />6150 km. away.</div><p></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/fantastic-diary-notes.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/sinking.html">next »</a> </div><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113053773128641930?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1130451302968375842005-10-28T00:03:00.000+02:002006-02-09T21:31:03.280+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Here some imaginary diary notes for your enjoyment. I was bored a lot late in the evening and these came out.)</span><br /><br />“Dear diary. Yesterday I woke up, and then had a breakfast. I had a strawberry jam and some crackers. Then I went to school. After school come home and went to toilet. I had to pee. My mom was very angry at me because I didn’t flush the toilet. They sent me to bed very early. That’s why I am writing yesterday’s diary today. Tomorrow is my birthday. I think I’ll become 7. But I don’t know. At school we didn’t learn mathematics yet.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Jason</strong>, 12.04.1976</div><br />“Dear diary, today I woke up really early. My mom was really angry at me. She said “Jason you become 7 and still urinating on your bed.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Jason</strong>, 6.05.1976</div><br />“Dear diary, Today my mom was again angry at me. I think I shouldn’t urinate in the living room either.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Jason</strong>, 7.05.1976</div><br />“Dear diary, I don’t know what to do. My son’s still urinating on his bed. We did everything we can. I think we should bring him to a doctor. He is making me crazy, I wish he was never born.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Jason’s mom</strong>, 19.08.1976</div><br />“Dear diary, today my parents will take me to a doctor. But I don’t want to go. Oh, they are coming.. I’ll hide in the closet. Don’t say anything to them.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Jason</strong>, 21.08.1976</div><br />“Dear diary, we went to doctor yesterday. He said I was fine. But I still don’t know how my parents found me in the closet.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Jason</strong>, 22.08.1976</div><br />“Dear diary, months long we are sailing, still we can’t find any land. My men start to become restless. I am also starting to loose my hope. I think we won’t find India. I don’t know what to say to our queen when we go back. Actually, I am not quite sure if we can ever go back home.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Christopher Columbus</strong>, 06.09.1492</div><br />“Dear diary, we didn’t hear anything from Columbus in months. I think I did a mistake by trusting him.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Isabella</strong>, 09.10.1492</div><br />“Dear diary, today we reached the land. I am really happy, finally we reached our goal. But these native Indians are quite primitive. I think we should assimilate them or even better; make them slaves. Nobody we’ll know it, history is written by winners anyway. But I’ll keep chief's daughter separately, she is quite a piece ”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Christopher Columbus</strong>, 10.10.1492</div><br />“Dear diary, today I smoked some stuff which my nephew brought from his trip in Africa. I get weird ideas. I have to write them down before I forgot.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Nostradamus</strong>, 16.03.1523</div><br />“Dear diary, today I’ll talk to the senate. But I am worried about Brutus a bit. He is quite different in last days, I don’t know what’s bothering him.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Julius Ceasar</strong>, march 15</div><br />“Dear diary, I am so sad today. My wife left me. She said she couldn’t live any longer with a grown up man who still urinates on his bed.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Jason,</strong> 12.10.2001</div><br />“Dear diary, I couldn’t live with Jason anymore. I did my best but he is such a.. I don’t know, but it’s very difficult to love a man who still urinates on his bed”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Jason’s wife</strong>, 13.10.2001</div><br />“Dear diary, I am so desperate. Everyday I woke up and thinking to kill myself. I got fired from my job today, I think I lost everything, I don’t know what to do.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Jason</strong>, 24.11.2001</div><br />“Dear diary.. I wrote all my thoughts, everything about me into you since my childhood, but you never helped me!.. Fuck you.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Jason</strong>, 03.12.2001</div><br />“Dear diary, today is such an easy day at the church. I have only a funeral of a guy committed sucide, I think his name was Jason. Later I have to visit my neighbor to play chess.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Priest Jonathan</strong>, 05.12.2001</div><br />“dear diary, today I pushed our neighbor auntie Ruth from her bicycle. My father and mom was very angry at me. But auntie Ruth didn’t say anything to me. I think she is a nice lady. I shame myself.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Michael</strong>, 06.04.1998</div><br />“dear diary, auntie Ruth gave me a bag of candy today and asked if my mom was at home. I really shame myself, she is really a nice lady.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Michael</strong>, 13.04.1998</div><br />“dear diary, auntie Ruth is a bitch!!!. Today I caught her with my dad in my parents bed. They were both naked. I hate her.”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Michael</strong>, 15.05.1998</div><br />“Dear diary, I am tired to hear everybody’s complaints. I need a vacation!”<br /><div align="right"><strong>Diary</strong>, 16.08.2004</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/mystical-poetry.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/paradox-of-desire.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113045130296837584?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1130303977111575312005-10-26T06:31:00.000+02:002006-02-09T21:26:47.210+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/poetry" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">poetry</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mystic" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">mystic</span></a><br /><br />I came from eternity,<br />wrapped myself in flesh and bones.<br />My poor soul took this body,<br />my heart in love commenced to mourn.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Here on earth, I’ve spent my life<br />just like a sparkling flash.<br />Here lies my body, in the coffin<br />paid back my debt to death with my flesh.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Oh lover, your love made me insane.<br />You, beloved, are my remedy, for this poor soul in pain.<br />When the wine of love poured into those hearts<br />The eyes see neither a soul nor beloved, nothing remains.<br /><br />***<br /><br />When the night comes<br />the nightingale’s singing is a cry,<br />a love song for the day.<br />and this love song, echoing in the dark,<br />will forever stay.<br />we came into this earth<br />for the love of the beloved.<br />one word from my lover’s mouth<br />is like a song from paradise.<br />And our love song is<br />for this unity with the beloved.<br />let me taste the wine of love from your lips<br />my beloved, my cry is for your love.<br />one kiss my love<br />let me be drunk again from your love.<br /><br />***<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(These are my mystical poems, just simple try outs. 2nd one was inspired by a friends poem, I should give a credit to him as well.)</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-answer-to-human-existence.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/fantastic-diary-notes.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113030397711157531?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1130193901343773902005-10-25T00:05:00.000+02:002006-02-09T21:21:26.853+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/essay" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">essay</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/love" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">love</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Erich Fromm" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Erich Fromm</span></a><br /><br />Probably it would be better to keep this page empty, but I already start to write so now it’s too late. But in stead of writing a dry text, I’ll write this as a conversation between me and my friend <strong>Alter Ego</strong>. He will be the bold letters and me will be just “me”.<br /><br />- Love?… I guess a question mark fits very well to this subject because, I think, nobody has a <em>real</em> understanding of <em>love</em>. You can ask to million people in the world but at the end you will get only some answers which hardly explain anything about this eternal feeling we all are starved for.<br /><strong>- Yeah you know it all huh, smartass!</strong><br />- Well, not all maybe but I do have some…<br /><strong>- Come on give me a break.</strong><br />- Let me finish first man, you don’t even listen! That’s the main problem with people. They don’t even listen<em> themselves</em> actually, and that’s why they mostly fail in love relations as well.<br />- <strong>What are you saying, you are talking crap! How can you use that as an excuse about failing in love. Life is something that always changes; people change, your expectations change, your circumstances change.. When it happens, it’s normal that people break up or looking for something new, it’s not <em>failing</em> in love.<br /></strong>- That’s a general excuse that everybody uses but doesn’t mean anything. Because our expectations and reasoning in our lives are based on the wrong ground and we do reflect these also toward our emotional life. We do have a wrong understanding and concept about our emotions and love.<br /><strong>- Oh yeah?..</strong><br />- Yes, of course. Look everybody knows that love between people dies and fades away—we accept that if it is something very normal, that’s another problem actually!— But the real reason behind that is not only because people change. It’s a fact that plays a great role but when people do NOT know what REALLY love is, then they always will fail and try to search further.<br />- <strong>Ok, tell me then what real love is!</strong><br />- We can’t put that in one word, the words are meaningless if you want to explain that. But I’ll try. You know my favorite author Fromm had lots of things to say about it, let me read it to you. He sees love as an art and I am totally agree with him:<br /><br /><blockquote>“Is love an art? Then it requires knowledge and effort. Or is love a pleasant sensation, which to experience is a matter of chance, something one "falls into" if one is lucky?.. The majority of people today believe in the latter.<br />Not that people think that love is not important. They are starved for it; they watch endless numbers of films about happy and unhappy love stories, they listen to hundreds of trashy songs about love—yet hardly anyone thinks that there is anything that needs to be learned about love. This peculiar attitude is based on several premises which either singly or combined tend to uphold it. Most people see the problem of love primarily as that of <em>being loved</em> rather than that of <em>loving</em>, of one's capacity to love. Hence the problem to them is how to be loved, how to be lovable. In pursuit of this aim they follow several paths. One, which is especially used by men, is to be successful, to be as powerful and rich as the social margin of one's position permits. Another, used especially by women, is to make oneself attractive, by cultivating one's body, dress, etc. Other ways of making, oneself attractive, used both by men and women, are to develop pleasant manners, interesting conversation, to be helpful, modest, inoffensive. Many of the ways to make oneself lovable are the same as those used to make oneself successful, "to win friends and influence people." As a matter of fact, what most people in our culture mean by being lovable is essentially a mixture between being popular and having sex appeal.<br />A second premise behind the attitude that there is nothing to be learned about love is the assumption that the problem of love is the problem of an <em>object</em>, not the problem of a <em>faculty</em>. People think that to love is simple, but that to find the right object to love—or to be loved by—is difficult. This attitude has several reasons rooted in the development of modern society. One reason is the great change which occurred in the twentieth century with respect to the choice of a ‘love object.’ "</blockquote><br /><strong>- So, these intellectual words don’t explain anything to me?! You still didn’t say what love is?</strong><br />- If you stop talking maybe you will understand! Love is a difficult subject, every culture in the world has a certain understanding of it. Maybe it’s the only general thing in our world that we people do commonly share. Of course in the course of time our understanding about love is changed. In traditional cultures this wasn’t a personal experience which might lead to a marriage or a certain commitment, but mostly was a conventional commitment; it was concluded on the basis of social considerations, and love was supposed to develop once the marriage had been concluded. The idea of “romantic love” has developed lately in our modern society, but while considerations of a conventional nature are not entirely absent, to a vast extent people are in search of “romantic love”, of the personal experience of love which then should lead to marriage or kind of commitment. This new concept of freedom in love must have greatly enhanced the importance of the object as against the importance of the function.<br />- <strong>What?!.. <em>Object, function</em>, what do you mean?..</strong><br />- Look, our modern society has some certain, economical structure. I’ll borrow Fromm’s words again:<br /><blockquote>“Closely related to this factor is another feature characteristic of contemporary culture. Our whole culture is based on the appetite for buying, on the idea of a mutually favorable exchange. Modern man's happiness consists in the thrill of looking at the shop windows, and in buying all that he can afford to buy, either for cash or on installments. He (or she) looks at people in a similar way. For the man an attractive girl--and for the woman an attractive man--are the prizes they are after. ‘Attractive’ usually means a nice package of qualities which are popular and sought after on the personality market. What specifically makes a person attractive depends on the fashion of the time, physically as well as mentally.”</blockquote><br /><strong>- Do you mean our social and economical structure in the society has effects on our emotional world, how we understand and behave against “love” as subject??</strong><br />- Yes, of course. If you try to deny this factor then you are completely blind. Look:<br /><blockquote>“At any rate, the sense of falling in love develops usually only with regard to such human commodities as are within reach of one's own possibilities for exchange. I am out for a bargain; the object should be desirable from the standpoint of its social value, and at the same time should want me, considering my overt and hidden as-sets and potentialities. Two persons thus fall in love when they feel they have found the best object available on the market, considering the limitations of their own exchange values. Often, as in buying real estate, the hidden potentialities which can be developed play a considerable role in this bargain. In a culture in which the marketing orientation prevails, and in which material success is the outstanding value, there is little reason to be surprised that human love relations follow the same pattern of exchange which governs the commodity and the labor market.<br />The third error leading to the assumption that there is nothing to be learned about love lies in the confusion between the initial experience of “<em>falling</em>” in love, and the permanent state of <em>being</em> in love, or as we might better say, of “standing” in love. If two people who have been strangers, as all of us are, suddenly let the wall between them break down, and feel close, feel one, this moment of oneness is one of the most exhilarating, most exciting experiences in life. It is all the more wonderful and miraculous for persons who have been shut off, isolated, without love. This miracle of sudden intimacy is often facilitated if it is combined with, or initiated by, sexual attraction and consummation. However, this type of love is by its very nature not lasting."</blockquote><br /><strong>- Confusion of “falling” in love? What do you mean by that?</strong><br />- Look our way of living, our existence is based on having things. We have a materialistic approach to life. Our social-economical factors play a great role to support this way of existence. We have to have clothes, house or some material things to live but we also have to have friends, family, social group, social life etc. We use the word “<em>to have</em>” so easily to describe this, we don’t even realize what that really means actually. If you have something that means that ‘that thing’ is in your possession, you are the owner! But this is a passive behavior, you are talking about domination. We have the same attitude against love as well. We see love as something “<em>to have</em>” but not something “<em>to live</em>” or something “<em>to experience</em>”. The simple term of “<em>falling</em>” in love is in that sense is a passive behavior. We see love as something that we can <em>fall </em>into it, not something we can <em>be</em>. “Falling” is actually a passive movement, you can’t take control on that, you just fall. This is in fact against the nature of love, which love is—and must be—an active feeling. Actually, even this simple language use shows clearly how we are so ignorant about our own emotions.<br /><strong>- You confused me, I have no clue what you are saying?!</strong><br />- Basically, I am saying that we see love like a material thing, something that we can have. We are consumers and we consume our emotions and love as all the other things in our lives, the things that we own. But love, from its nature, an active feeling. You can’t have that, you can only experience! That’s a quite different thing. That’s why “falling in love” is temporary.<br /><strong>- I don’t get this.</strong><br />- Look at this way: You see a beautiful pair of shoes in the shop. You are really excited about them, you are dying to buy it and wear it. Whenever you see them at the shop, they give you a certain pleasure, a feeling that makes you happy. They are so attractive, you don’t even see all the other shoes. But you are not the owner, they are not in your hands—well, on your feet actually. You don’t <em>have</em> them yet. So you experience such an active feeling. At one day, you work hard and safe some money, you go to the shop and buy them. You feel quite happy now, you become the owner of these shoes, you have them now. For sometime they give you a certain pleasure but later they start to loose that attraction. After a while they become like any ordinary shoe in your closet. You may still like them but the feeling what you had in the beginning, when they were still in the shop, when you were not the owner, is gone now. They don’t excite you anymore like when you saw them in the shop. After that you feel such an emptiness, you want to feel the same happiness or attraction like you had in the beginning. But you don’t get that from those shoes anymore. What will you do now? You go out and search some new shoes which will give you the same pleasure, same feeling. So, you find a new one and buy it. But later you feel the same things again. So you go out and buy another one. This goes on and on because at the moment you own these shoes, you <em>have</em> them, you kill this active feeling you get from them when you were NOT the owner. You turn this active feeling, experience to a passive feeling. At the end you’ll have a closet full of shoes but no satisfaction, no real happiness and you’ll keep searching.<br /><strong>- Ok what you say might be true for material things but how can you compare this with love?</strong><br />- It’s not that different because we treat our emotions also the same way as we consume material things. Look; you see or meet someone, a person you don’t know but you like for different reasons. You develop some certain desire and interest for him (or her), he/she becomes very attractive to you but you don’t have any commitment yet. You experience an enjoyment, an active feeling—like you had in those shoes—, whenever you see him/her you feel the butterflies in your stomach! And then you create an aim for yourself, that person becomes an obsession, you want to start something with him (or her), a relation, an engagement or an commitment (or even a simple one night stand which is extremely temporary and has nothing to do with love). In the beginning this person is an unknown territory for you, everything you do or share is quite exciting. You don’t <em>have</em> that person yet. At the moment that you start a commitment (or something), then you reach your goal—you buy the shoe—. That territory is yours now. You feel the enjoyment and happiness for a while, for some years but slowly this feeling decreases and leaves its place to an emptiness. The enjoyment is gone now. You want to experience the same active feeling again, which you had in the beginning but you don’t know how to gain it back. Then the partners look each other, find some reasons, they think that he or she is changed, their life is changed or some other reasons came between, they need time or space for themselves etc.. And now what? They broke up and go out to find a new partner who will give the same feeling again, who will bring the butterflies back into their stomachs—so they are after the new shoes— But then again they repeat the same thing, over and over again. At the end they’ll have a life full of broken relations but not the happiness they are after.<br /><strong>- Come on, you can’t generalize broken relations like that. People do change, when you start to know someone, you discover new sides of him/her that you may not like. What do you want, should people go on with their relation even if they are not satisfied or happy? Maybe that person is really a disaster.</strong><br />- Of course when you start to know someone you’ll discover things that you didn’t know, that’s the all point! That person may be a real disaster and in that case it IS the logical thing to break up but what if it’s not the case, then what is the reason? People think it’s easy to love but it’s also easy to loose. That’s wrong, love needs courage, energy and commitment from both sides. You should work hard for love. If you think that it’s easy to loose, then you’ll loose it easily as well. Look, there is also a danger that people keep their relations without feeling love for each other. For different reason, safety, money, status, children etc. Maybe they don’t broke up but then they replace their love with something else towards their relation and live in this illusion of love, that’s also not right. But that doesn’t change the question of why people loose their love for each other. You shouldn’t look at the problem first, but you have to look where the problem comes from.<br /><strong>- And, where does it come from then?</strong><br />- Our society, our culture has a very complex structure as well as the human psychology. Naturally concept of love, as we understood, is strongly related and influenced by these factors. We learn different forms of love, love of a family, love of God, love of nation and love of a lover… Personally I wouldn’t like to call the feeling we have for material things as love. I think love is something interactive, something productive that you can experience between two equal parts. The feeling we have for material things may be a pleasure or something else..<br /><strong>- Cut the crap, what’s your point?..</strong><br />- Ok, ok… The capacity to love in an individual living in any given culture depends on the influence this culture has on the character of the average person. Love is a relatively rare phenomenon (in contemporary western life) and its place has been taken by a number of forms of pseudo-love. In our contemporary culture humans reduced to things, while things have taken the place of humans. Modern capitalism needs men who co-operate smoothly and in large numbers; who want to consume more and more; and whose tastes are standardized and can be easily influenced and anticipated. What is the outcome? Modern man is alienated from himself, from his fellow men, and from nature. He has been transformed into a commodity. Palliatives to this alienation: routine of amusement, passive consumption of sounds and sights, buying new things, exchanging them for others. Modern men live and experience his feelings like an automaton. And automatons cannot love; they can exchange their ‘personality packages’ and hope for a fair bargain. One of the most significant expressions of love, and especially of marriage and commitments with this alienated structure, is the idea of the “team”. All this kind of relationship amounts to is the well-oiled relationship between two persons who remain strangers all their lives, who never arrive at a “central relationship”, but who treat each other with courtesy and who attempt to make each other feel better. Love as mutual sexual satisfaction, and love as ‘teamwork’ and as haven from aloneness, are the two ‘normal’ forms of the disintegration of love in modern western society.<br /><strong>- What you mean is that…</strong><br />- Just a second, let me finish what I want to say... Our modern society has strongly transformed the idea of love to its pseudo forms. Love becomes a sentimental feeling, a phantasy, a myth outside of us to reach. The most widespread form of this type of love is that to be found in the vicarious love satisfaction experienced by the consumer of screen pictures, magazine love stories and love songs. All the unfilled desires for love, union, and closeness find their satisfaction in the consumption of these products. For many couples, seeing these stories on the screen is the only occasion on which they experience love,—not for each other, but as spectators of other people’s ‘love’. As long as love is a daydream, they can participate, as soon as it comes down to the reality of the relationship, they are frozen.<br /><strong>- Why is that then, I mean, why can’t people experience the love as it should be?</strong><br />- Because we are very alienated from ourselves and our emotions. We are not mature enough to handle the ‘love’. In fact our experience of love is quite immature. That’s also another interesting subject to prove that how we put love in a passive context. Love should create love, that’s what I mean with the ‘activeness’ of love. People should feel the potency of producing love by loving—rather than the dependence of receiving by being loved. Immature love follows the principle: “<em>I love because I am loved</em>”. Mature love says: “<em>I am loved because I love</em>”. Again immature love says: “<em>I love you because I need you</em>” but mature love say “<em>I need you because I love you</em>”. There is an huge difference between these two and unfortunately majority of people experience immature love where love is dependent on a subject rather than love itself being an active experience. And this kind of love is not everlasting.<br /><strong>- I see. You have been such a smartass but you still didn’t say what ‘love’ really is.</strong><br />- You still want one word to describe it, don’t you? That’s not my point. Let me try to be more specific than. Did you ever realize, if you read ‘love’ backwards it’s ‘evol’? It sounds like ‘evolve’, isn’t it? That’s the answer of your question maybe. Love is evolution, progress. Love is possible only if two persons communicate with each other from the center of their existence. Only in this ‘central experience’ is human reality, only here is aliveness, only here is the basis for love. Love, experienced thus, is a constant challenge; it is not a resting place, but a moving, growing, working together, stimulating each other; even whether there is harmony or conflict, joy or sadness, is secondary to the fundamental fact that two people experience themselves from the essence of their existence, that they are one with each other by being one with themselves.<br /><strong>- And we people don’t experience this you say. What is your solution then?</strong><br />- If love is an art, then you should treat and learn that as an art. You should work hard, concentrated, disciplined. And all with patience. You should practice love like you should practice an art. Being aware of yourself, being able to listen, being objective and totally awaken. Practice of love is an activity, and that activity is not ‘doing something’.<br /><strong>- That’s easy said but it’s hard.</strong><br />- Yes, but love needs courage and faith. You should see it as a free bird in the sky, without being afraid to loose it, without ‘having’ it. As long as it flies freely then it becomes stronger.<br /><strong>- You are a romantic idiot.</strong><br />- In the love matters, yes I am.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/empty-box.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/mystical-poetry.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113019390134377390?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1130009088426531332005-10-22T21:22:00.000+02:002006-02-09T21:13:33.703+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/poetry" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">poetry</span></a><br /><br />There I was, sitting under<br />the luminous moonlight<br />Just me, myself and my struggle<br />with the night.<br />My soul was like a lost bird<br />in the sky,<br />and my mind was a sunken ship,<br />lost in the dark.<br />Then the doorbell, cutting the silence of the night<br />take me away from my thoughts<br />where I was lost.<br />Saw an empty box<br />in front of the door.<br />Sender was a woman.<br />Reminded me what to do,<br />things that I already knew.<br />I took my heart, put it in the box<br />and send it back…<br />The next day, there I was<br />sitting in the night.<br />Me, myself and my empty box.<br /><br /><div align="center"> <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/night-poetry.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-answer-to-human-existence.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-113000908842653133?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1129834950577885932005-10-20T20:29:00.000+02:002006-02-09T21:10:42.066+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/poetry" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">poetry</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(* the night, a bottle of wine, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morphine_%28band%29">Morphine</a> in the cd player... and the result..* )</span><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Loneliness</strong><br /><br />The day is over,<br />again.<br />And you my dear friend night,<br />do you want to share<br />my loneliness?<br />Good, thanks,<br />but don’t you know?<br />Loneliness can not be<br />shared,<br />otherwise it can’t be<br />loneliness.<br /><br />***<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>You</strong><br /><br />Why my restless soul,<br />tell me,<br />why does she call me “you”?<br />Doesn’t she know<br />in the realm I am wandering,<br />there is no me or you.<br /><br />***<br /><br /><strong>Unity</strong><br /><br />Cry my love, cry<br />let me drown in your tears.<br />you’ll be my end and the beginning.<br />don’t fool yourself that we are separated.<br />like the day follows the night<br />and the night follows the day<br />endlessly, we were always together.<br /><br />I don’t know anymore<br />who is the lover<br />and who is the beloved<br />because the day that<br />flame of love fell into my heart<br />I was you and you was me<br />we were never separated.<br /><br />***<br /><br />they say that paradise is a place<br />where you drink wine and look at your lovers face.<br />then my friend, I’m already in heaven.<br />my lover is next to me and the wine cup is on the surface.<br /><br />***<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(this poem is not mine, it's my free translation of a poem from one of my favourite poet)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br />A night,<br />and then a sleep<br />In the night…<br />Inside the sleep, me.<br />Sleeping<br />In the sleep.<br /><br />A dream,<br />Inside a sleep.<br />I dream about ‘a night’<br />in the sleep;<br />I am in the night,<br />going somewhere,<br />like a mad.<br />And you,<br />In my mind.<br /><br />I love you<br />secretly,<br />so shy and hurt.<br />Looking at your face<br />without saying<br />a word.<br /><br />Then I loose you<br />in the darkest moment<br />of the night.<br />Suddenly<br />I wake up<br />and see the light.<br />And you lying<br />next to me,<br />sleeping<br />so pretty.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-to-do.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/empty-box.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-112983495057788593?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1129757533498667732005-10-19T23:19:00.000+02:002006-02-09T21:05:51.583+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/10things.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/10things.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-visitor.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/night-poetry.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-112975753349866773?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1129659480355943382005-10-18T20:08:00.000+02:002006-02-09T21:03:33.550+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/poetry" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">poetry</span></a><br /><br />O, Death... Is it you,<br />there knocking at my door?<br />I don’t remember that<br />I invited you…<br />But you will just<br />come in anyway.<br />Look, here’s my agenda,<br />tomorrow I had<br />a meeting,<br />and the day after is my wedding.<br />What is in your hand,<br />what do you want to show me?<br />My possibly children<br />that I won’t see.<br />Ok but, do I have time<br />to finish my wine?.<br /><br />Can you close the window?<br />Yes, it’s cold here.<br />Here look, my photo album,<br />it’s me as a baby.<br />How cute, huh!..<br />Come, let me show you my grandpa,<br />he was 80 when he was…<br />What? You know him<br />already.<br /><br />My last visitor,<br />would you have a drink<br />with me?.<br />I want to be a good host,<br />because life wasn’t a<br />good host to me.<br />No, has my time come?..<br />But then, now, this<br />is the end?<br />Do you want me to<br />hold your hand?<br />Ok, then.<br />....<br /><br />Good God, is it me<br />there, laying on the couch?<br />I look so<br />empty.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Inspired by a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sandman:_Preludes_and_Nocturnes">Sandman</a> story)</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/coincidence.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-to-do.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-112965948035594338?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1129588202831733282005-10-18T00:27:00.000+02:002006-02-09T20:57:15.986+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/story" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">story</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/fiction" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">fiction</span></a><br /><br />I was 16 I think, if I remember well. A damn boring Friday afternoon in the fucking hot July. It was the hottest summer in last ten years. I didn’t know back then that it would be a hell of a summer for me.<br /><br />I had no feeling to do something. I didn’t even pick up the phone when Sam called. I mean, I knew it was him. He would ask to go to town again, like everyday. Going to the center, hanging around in the Café the Hill, wasting money in the gambling machine, playing pool, hit on some girls for fun—and with no success. Fuck it, I didn’t want to go anywhere at the moment, decided to sit in my room, tried to kill time. Or was time trying to kill me?..<br /><br />Then heard my mom.. Need something from the grocery, put the shopping list in my hand. Damn. I get pissed off at her, without thinking about the 9 months in her belly.. Am I a child? Why is this fucking list, bitch?. Before I slammed the door behind me, I heard her complains about me that I wasn't doing anything all summer.<br /><br />Just walked to the grocery. It was really fucking hot. Martin, my class mate, was behind the register like everyday. He was working during the summers in his father’s grocery. I knew that it would be his one day. He knew it too. But he was a damn idiot, probably that was his only life ambition, fat ass!. He was such a jerk, never liked him, he never liked me either. He gave me the eye when I was passing the apple stand. I really wanted to take one and throw it to his huge head. “Jerk”, I thought. I finished the shopping, put it on the desk and started to look around when he was calculating the cost and putting the shopping in the bags. I've looked at the candy’s on the stand, they wee calling me “take me, pick me up!”. I really wanted to fight with Martin, don’t know why. I decided to steal one, just to annoy him that he could scream then we could fight. Don’t know why I wanted to fight. Just I wanted. Looked at him, he was busy. I took one candy, he didn’t see it. Damn it. I took another one.. He didn’t see it either. “What an idiot.” I thought. Put the candy’s in my pocket and took the bags, paid the bill. He looked at me, I was still hoping that he would say something, I thought about the apples, thinking which one to pick! He didn’t say anything.. I left the shop, I was pissed off at him that he didn’t say anything, though I was a goddamn thief now.<br /><br />Then I heard her... “You don’t want to eat those candy’s, do you?”. I was shaken, what was that? I looked back and saw her, a nymph, an angel.. I must looked quite stupid probably, couldn’t say anything, couldn’t even breath. I said “What?”. Sounded very silly I guess. “Candy’s...” she said, “you didn’t pay for them”. I mumbled “What?”. Yes I am sure I looked like an idiot. I took the candy’s out of my pocket. “Oh these, how I forgot.. Ehh. I wanted to pay, but..” She smiled. “I like the red ones”. I was shaken again, was this serious? I smiled back.. Gave the red one to her.<br /><br />We walked back home. Her name was Alice, 15 years old, was on vacation to visit her uncle for two weeks, which was almost over. He was living next door to us. How I never saw her then, I was an idiot. She told me that she saw me couple of times, when I was making my sculptures in our backyard. She wanted to be a photographer after school, was looking forward. She told me that she liked my sculptures and she told me many other things. We talked a lot, in such a short time and such a short distance. She had a lovely smile, very broad. In each laugh I was falling in love with her. I was 16, I was just an idiot. We walked the damn road. I was making smaller steps to slow the time, But we came back home. "Yes, all the beautiful things don’t last long" I said to myself. I should say that to her.<br /><br />She gave me her address, I forgot to give mine. The next day she left. After that I wrote a very long letter, with very carefully chosen words, I had a nice photo of me, put it in the letter.. She wrote me back, then I wrote back. The letters followed each other, every letter became more open, more warm and more lovely. We wrote about everything, our feelings, our dreams, our lives. We even called each other and had long conversations, but the letters were more intimate. She was really impressed by me and I was impressed by her. She was far away from me but I felt so close to her in her letters. The year passed by, next year I wanted to make a surprise and went to her town. Just for one day.. I was so excited when I get off the bus, would she like to see me, would she hold me or kiss me?.. I went to her house and ringed the bell. Her sister opened the door, told me that she was on vacation with her cousin, she would be back in 3 weeks. Damn, very active girl. Why she never mentioned that?. I felt very stupid. 17 years old and felt very stupid. I went to a café near by and wrote a letter, wrote everything, my failed surprise, how I missed her. I wanted to let her know that I cared too much for her etc.. Damn me. Then went downtown to post office to send it. I came for nothing, no reason to stay.<br /><br />I entered the post office, started to wait on the line. If I knew that devil was waiting for me I would took the bus right away and leave. But I was there and saw her. There was a guy between me and her. Damn, how is she beautiful, she was gorgeous. I looked at her, she looked back. I smiled. Or was she first? It didn’t matter. How evil I am, I was there with my love letter in my hand and looking at her. She was next, came close to the post officer and put her letter on the desk. Then suddenly the guy in front of me left to cue. Yes, I am sure this was the devil’s game. I came close to her, tried to read the letter and find her name and address. First her name... A-m-a-n-d-a.. While she was talking I read the address. I started to repeat the name and address, like a mantra. Damn, I shouldn’t forgot this… Amanda O’Brien. Amanda O’Brien… I was next. She left the post office and looked at me once more. What a lovely smile. Amanda O’Brien.<br /><br />That night I wrote a letter to her. I was so evil, I looked at the copies of old letters I wrote to Alice, I stole the words to write Amanda. I finished a letter, a really nice one ,“Dear Amanda, I am the guy at the post office...” I finished the letter, put the same photo I sent to Alice in it. I wish I didn’t have any copies of that photo. Next week I received a letter from her, “Dear ...”. She was very impressed with my words. Of course, I was writing to Alice over a year, I was trained! I started to write letters to her, my second platonic love. I get an secret pleasure from this, but didn’t keep it long. After a few letters I found some excuses and stopped writing letters. Alice was only one for me, I didn’t want to loose her. I’ve decided to explain all my feelings to her, I couldn’t wait. I wrote a very open, emotional letter. I’ve bought an earring, made a very lovely packet, put a flower in it and sent to her.<br /><br />A week later I got an answer. I was so excited, I couldn’t wait to open it. I tore it down in a rush and started to read, “Dear …, I read to the letters you wrote to Amanda. She is my best friend since 2nd grade, we are in the same class...” I felt the earth moved away under my feet. The letter changed to a hot stone, each word was a flame, I was burning when I read. But she was very calm. She wrote that she understood. Of course, she was smart, she knew how an animal I was. She didn’t keep it long. I felt so ashamed, so stupid. How could I be such an idiot, how? A class mate, best friend. I didn’t even wanted to think about the probability of this, how could happen?. I sent the same photo, used the same words.. I wanted the kick the walls, the doors, kick everything, kick myself!…<br /><br />We wrote each other again but now was different. Very boring letters, things about stupid daily stuff. There was no emotion, no feeling left. Those letters had no soul anymore.. A year passed again, I started to art school, studying sculpture. Alice wrote a letter to me to congratulate. We made an appointment to meet at the school cafeteria. I had a book in my hand “Michelangelo’s Complete Works”. We sat on a table, started to talk about small things, then the conversation opened up, like the old days. I felt shame. She understood and stopped. I stopped too, now there was this uncomfortable silence at the table, there was a ghost flying between us. I started to look around, still silence. I looked at the book’s cover, there was a picture, the paintings of 16th Chapel. God is touching Adam, Adam’s is looking at me, I am looking to the ground. Corner of the book is damaged.. I couldn’t look and say anything. Then she wanted to leave, I took farewell. On the way back home I decided not to call her anymore, not to write anything. It’s over. Weeks later she sent a letter, very angry “when we were far away we were close, when we were close we become distant. I think there is really something called ‘FAR’, that’s just in front of our eyes, right next to us”. Damn.. Yes, that’s her task, she teaches me a lesson. A painful lesson. But I didn’t call her again and time passed by.<br /><br />I am at the 2nd year now, sitting in the cafeteria with a friend. I hear a familiar voice, right behind me. Turn back and see Alice, she is sitting there with a friend, looking at me. She smiles, I smile back. What is she doing here? I look empty, she comes to me and give me a packet. My old letters inside. “I wanted to remind you who you were, maybe you forgot” she says.. I am speechless. God, what are you doing to me? I ask if she wants to have a drink. She sits we start to talk. She tells me everything again, with her lovely voice. I hear the words like a nice waterfall floating from my ears . She has come to apply photography department in my academy, just arrived, arranged a place to stay etc. She has seen me last week and remembered the old times. I don’t know what to say. I tell her that I have a photo album of Man Ray, if she is interested she can borrow. She thanks me, we make an appointment for Monday and leave. It’s Friday, I go home and think. Is this a sign, a chance to make things better? Is she interested in me again?. All weekend I fantasies about things. I don’t know, but I feel happy. Maybe it’s my second chance.<br /><br />I write a letter, very emotional, lovely letter to pull through the pass, to cure my feelings. I put it in Man Ray’s book and leave home on Monday. I am very excited. I go to our meeting point, I am quite early actually. Suddenly I see her with her boy friend, hand in hand walking towards me. She sees me, drop his hand. I don’t know what to think, why is she doing this to me? She comes to me. They come to me. “Hi” she says, ”this is Mark”. “Nice to meet you” he says. “No”, I think “it’s not nice to meet you”... I give book to her, say couple of things, not important. Take a quick farewell and leave. I don’t want to look back, I am confused, furious, angry. Damn, I forgot the letter in the book. I just walk, faster and faster..<br /><br />Two weeks later, she is accepted to the school. Now I know, this is really a devil’s play. After that I saw her couple of times, talked about small things, usual chit chat. She gave my book back, never said anything about the letter. Or something else. She started to date with one of my friends. I started to see her more often. Damn, I said, I stole one candy once and look what's happened. But it’s not important anymore, I just say “fuck it”. I think about old Martin, he must be cynically laughing right now.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-100-things-i.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-visitor.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-112958820283173328?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1129449904636848132005-10-16T09:36:00.000+02:002007-01-24T02:06:42.073+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a><br /><br /><ol><li>I hate to write things about myself.</li><li>I like paradoxes.</li><li>I never met God but if there is one that’s me.</li><li>I also like metaphors.</li><li>I believe “nomen est omen” in Latin.</li><li>I hate my name.</li><li>I like the meaning of my name: “the chosen one, purified with innocence”.</li><li>I believe that innocence is the only thing you can’t gain back when you loose.</li><li>I believe that no one is innocent.</li><li>I am quite egocentric. </li><li>I am a lion.</li><li>I don’t believe in astrology but I am a real lion.</li><li>I can read hands. </li><li>I can also read coffee cups. </li><li>I can definitely read books</li><li>I like to read a lot since I knew myself. That’s why I get a glasses in the first grade I guess.</li><li>I try to be very logical and reasonable. </li><li>I like science too, try to explain things in a logical way---but I already wrote that here above.</li><li>I like repetition.</li><li>I don’t want to loose my mind, that’s the only thing I have..</li><li>I don’t want to loose my guitar either though.</li><li>I am way too much social.</li><li>I have lots of friends, from all around the world. </li><li>They think that I am a great person. I do my best to prove that they are wrong but they don’t believe me. </li><li>I like to try new things. </li><li>I never learn from my mistakes. </li><li>That’s why I keep making the same mistakes over and over. </li><li>I like repetition. </li><li>I am very open and honest to many people--sometimes way too honest that they don’t understand if I am serious or not? </li><li>I believe that Descartes was wrong: “I laugh therefore I am”. </li><li>I drink my coffee black and my tea with lots of sugar and I stir them from left to right. </li><li>I don’t have any superstitions but I never walk under a ladder---maybe it falls on my head.</li><li>I want to swim in an ocean one day. </li><li>I like humor, but I know exactly when to be serious. </li><li>I am in love with beautiful things.. and I’m in love with love---now I am serious-or an idiot. </li><li>I believe that love is an art. </li><li>And love is my religion.</li><li>I don’t believe in “true love”, love is already a truth, there is no fake one. If it’s fake than it’s not love.</li><li>Freedom is a very important thing for me, mentally, physically and psychologically---socially as well but we are never socially free.</li><li>I want also my partner to be really free---but I never met anybody who can handle that.</li><li>I live in dilemmas.</li><li>Black is my favorite color---because it fits with everything well.</li><li>I am not afraid of death---when it comes I am not going to be around anyway.</li><li>But I am afraid to die alone---but we all die alone anyway. </li><li>I like philosophy.</li><li>I also like psychology. </li><li>I like to watch and observe people. </li><li>I believe that if you want to understand someone you have to look right in their eyes. </li><li>That’s why I like to look at mirror. </li><li>But I believe that “the image on the mirror is you, but you are not the image on the mirror”. </li><li>I like Zen---though I don’t really know what it is. </li><li>I like Socrates, because he said “I know nothing except the fact of my ignorance”. </li><li>I lie a lot---that was a lie! </li><li>I like paradoxes. </li><li>I forgot small things very easily. </li><li>I like repetition---did I already say that? </li><li>I like The Tea Party---the music band, not the ceremony. </li><li>I am very clumsy. </li><li>Sometimes I hate myself. </li><li>Actually in those times I hate everybody.</li><li>I don’t think nobody understands me very well. </li><li>I am not quite sure if I understand myself either.</li><li>I love technology but I hate all these new gadgets. </li><li>I believe that TV makes people stupid. </li><li>I used to watch a lot TV when I was a kid. </li><li>I don’t watch TV anymore but I am not quite sure if I become smarter.</li><li>I love films, I think they are great especially if they are cult and deep. </li><li>I hate everything that's commercial or popular. </li><li>I love to hate, and I like contradictories. </li><li>I know that hate is evil and ignorant. </li><li>I believe evil is anagram of to "live".</li><li>I hate to work but work is part of life.</li><li>I am very lazy.</li><li>I am so lazy to wake up that I wish God for a heart attack sometimes. </li><li>I have a tattoo but I always forget that I have one. </li><li>I always forget things---did I already say that?</li><li>I am not addicted to anything. </li><li>I like coffee a lot---maybe I am addicted to something. </li><li>I don’t believe in afterlife but it would be fine to find peace once. </li><li>I really hate to fill in forms. </li><li>I also hate public surveys, I don’t think they prove anything. </li><li>I hate to generalize things, I think it narrows the way of thinking. </li><li>Generally most of the people don’t think that broad and deep. </li><li>I hate people saying “life is a bitch and then you marry one”. Either they never saw a bitch or they don’t have a life. </li><li>I have a good sense of humor, no seriously I have. </li><li>I like women, but not any woman. </li><li>I like also wine. </li><li>I think wine and women are good combination, especially when I am around.</li><li>I wanna have children someday, but I hate them when they are younger than 7. </li><li>I don’t really like the people who wants to be different and then follows the crowds. </li><li>I think Bukowski is a good writer, as well as Kafka but I am not a literature critic. </li><li>I like spontaneity---“All the demons are heaven sent…” I just heard this song text.</li><li>I like good food, I think cooking must be a ritual. </li><li>I hate fast food, I think it’s a dishonor for food. </li><li>I hate the idea of “fast” and “more” generally, it makes people sick, stressed and frustrated.</li><li>I would like to be a mystic but I know if you “do” want be one, you will never be one. </li><li>I like chaos---as a theory not in my room.</li><li>I think my life is a chaos sometimes. </li><li>I like contradictories. </li><li>I like repetitions---did I already say that?</li></ol><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/right-where-it-belongs_14.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/coincidence.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-112944990463684813?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1129325888370678412005-10-14T23:26:00.001+02:002006-02-09T20:52:02.586+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/music" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">music</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/lyrics" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">lyrics</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Nine Inch Nails" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Nine Inch Nails</span></a><br /><br />See the animal in it's cage that you built<br />Are you sure what side you're on?<br />Better not look him too closely in the eye<br />Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?<br />See the safety of the life you have built<br />Everything where it belongs<br />Feel the hollowness inside of your heart<br />And it's all right where it belongs<br /><br />What if everything around you<br />Isn't quite as it seems<br />What if all the world you think you know<br />Is an elaborate dream?<br />And if you look at your reflection<br />Is it all you wanted to be?<br />What if you could look right through the cracks<br />Would you find yourself<br />Find yourself afraid to see?<br /><br />What if all the world's inside of your heart<br />Just creations of your own<br />Your devils and your gods<br />All the living and the dead<br />And you really are alone?<br />You can live in this illusion<br />You can choose to believe<br />You keep looking but you can't find the woods<br />While you hiding in the trees<br /><br />***<br /><br />I put the CD player on repeat function and listened this Nine Inch Nails song, don’t know maybe 25 times (sign of madness?! Maybe or boredom. No just I admire beautiful things and this IS a nice song). I laid on the bed, took a question mark form and thought “this is one of the most strong lyrics I’ve heard in some time”. I’m not saying this just because I admire Trent Reznor as an artist. I read the lyrics again.. It’s a typical NIN trauma but how postmodern.<br /><br /><span style="color:#51C2BB;"><span style="font-size:85%;">“See the animal in it's cage that you built<br />Are you sure what side you're on?”</span><br /></span>Everyone has a basic feeling, a bestial instinct to survive that comes from our nature which we try to restrain. We are part of the nature but we close our eyes to our own nature, to our instinct. We try to destroy it, try to control and put in a cage. But it’s still there…<br /><span style="color:#51C2BB;"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Better not look him too closely in the eye<br />Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?”</span><br /></span>… and we are afraid to confront with it. We know that it’s there, we know that we try to hide it. But it’s still there, hidden, looking back to us.<br /><span style="color:#51C2BB;"><span style="font-size:85%;">“See the safety of the life you have built<br />Everything where it belongs”</span><br /></span>And then we build something that we call “life”, around the things we believe in, to protect ourselves, to feel safe from this disturbing feeling which takes its source from our existence.<br /><span style="color:#51C2BB;"><span style="font-size:85%;">“Feel the hollowness inside of your heart<br />And it's all right where it belongs”</span><br /></span>… and still we feel restless, can’t find happiness. We try hard but we still feel this emptiness in our hearts and we know that we have to live with this feeling. But we don’t want to face with it and we close our eyes, we don’t want to believe that it’s there.<br /><span style="color:#51C2BB;"><span style="font-size:85%;">“What if everything around you<br />Isn't quite as it seems<br />What if all the world you think you know<br />Is an elaborate dream?”</span> </span><br />Nothing is certain, life is not certain. We are in this oblivion, everything is unclear. We all feel confused and lost against life which may be an illusion, something that we created ourselves...<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#51C2BB;">“And if you look at your reflection<br />Is it all you wanted to be?<br />What if you could look right through the cracks<br />Would you find yourself<br />Find yourself afraid to see?”</span><br />… and still we can’t find satisfaction and we are more and more afraid to confront with ourselves. Isn’t that the emptiness that modern man feel, the weakness we feel against life and its uncertainty, the chaos that we sink in, the personalities and identities, which we lost or are afraid to confront with?. Are these postmodern lyrics or what?<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#51C2BB;">“What if all the world's inside of your heart<br />Just creations of your own”</span><br />Welcome to the naked desert of truth.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#51C2BB;">“Your devils and your gods<br />All the living and the dead<br />And you really are alone?”</span><br />What if everything you believe in is something that you’ve created, like everything else in your life.. What remains then?<br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#51C2BB;">“You can live in this illusion<br />You can choose to believe<br />You keep looking but you can't find the woods<br />While you hiding in the trees?”</span><br />Nothing remains, except a dream that you live in and you believe that it’s real. And you go on living in this dream to feel safe. But still you search for something, try to find the truth for all your life long, but you can’t see the truth in front of your eyes. The only truth that you can’t change that you are alone.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/yunus.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/in-100-things-i.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-112932588837067841?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1129238183695336242005-10-13T22:53:00.000+02:002006-02-09T20:22:20.963+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/poetry" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">poetry</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/Yunus Emre" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">Yunus Emre</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sufism" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">sufism</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mystic" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">mystic</span></a><br /><br />Mystic is what they call me.<br />Hate is my only enemy;<br />I harbor a grudge against none.<br />To me the whole wide world is one.<br /><br />***<br /><br />I am before, I am after -<br />The soul for all souls all the way.<br />I'm the one with a helping hand<br />Ready for those gone wild, astray.<br /><br />***<br /><br />Let the deaf listen to the mute.<br />A soul is needed to understand them both.<br />Without listening we understood.<br />Without understanding we carried it out.<br />On this Way, the seekers wealth is poverty.<br />We loved, we became lovers.<br />We were loved, we became the beloved.<br />When all is perishing moment by moment<br />whose has time to be bored?<br /><br />***<br /><br />If I told you about a land of love,<br />friend, would you follow me and come?<br />In that land are vineyards<br />that yield a deadly wine-<br />no glass can hold it.<br />Would you swallow it as a remedy?<br /><br />The people there must suffer.<br />Would you serve the sweetest drink to others<br />and take the bitter drink yourself?<br /><br />***<br /><br />I'm <a href="http://www.bilkent.edu.tr/~dmehmet/wises/yunus/">Yunus</a>, mystic of sorrow.<br />Suffering wounds from top to toe,<br />In the Friend's hands I writhe in woe,<br />Come see what love has done to me.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(* so, tonight is also a poetry night, but unfortunately these are not mine. If they were mine, then... nevermind, damn tired now, need to rest. *)</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/divine.html">« last</a> _______ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/right-where-it-belongs_14.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-112923818369533624?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1129162560785173982005-10-13T01:42:00.000+02:002006-02-09T20:19:33.850+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/poetry" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">poetry</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/sufism" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">sufism</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/mystic" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">mystic</span></a><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/1600/raindrop.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3509/1601/200/raindrop.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Reality is an ocean and life is a ship.<br />Many never left the ship jumped into the ocean.<br />I am a pearl unrecognized by the sea.<br />I am a drop that contains the ocean.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/daily-life-facts.html">« last</a> ________ <a href="http://nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com/2005/10/yunus.html">next »</a> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16798045-112916256078517398?l=nothingmakesnoise.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>. nothing .http://www.blogger.com/profile/16256359159176557560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16798045.post-1129068887157063032005-10-11T23:48:00.000+02:002006-02-09T20:17:09.476+01:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#51c2bb;"><strong>TAG:</strong></span></span> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/life" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">life</span></a> <a href="http://technorati.com/tag/humor" rel="tag"><span style="font-size:85%;">humor</span></a><br /><br />Some interesting facts of daily life for your enjoyment (written at midnight when suffering from insomnia, resurrected from notepad, copy pasted to MS Word with no reason):<br /><br /><ol><li>If you’re late at your work everyday, means that you live very close by to your work. <li>If we could calculate pi just as “3”, then everything in the world would be very easy... or different. <li>Watching TV makes people to believe that they are <em>doing</em> something while they, in fact, <em>don’t do</em> anything. <li>All the curly telephone cables in the world are doomed to tangle. <li>It’s not important how many hours per day people sleep, but it’s more important what time they wake up. <li>Whenever you light a cigarette at the bus stop, bus comes. <li>96.8% of the people in the wor