Regenerative medicine might be happening

and all they can think about is boobs.

It's all right if you got it wrong

Human nature didn't evolve from one perfect choice to another. Its mutations were triggered by trial and error. So stop trying too hard to prevent all the wrongs in life; it's some of them that allow us to make it right.

Counterculture 2.0 needed

Copy & paste,
Erase and rewind,
Remix,
Steal,
Absorb,
Add,
Multiply,
Fight,
Choose,
Focus,
Diverge,
Converge,
Think,
Desiccate,
Defecate,
Create,
Are you still you?


Me, I'm (also) editable. Life would be useless if everything remained the same. But my core beliefs, fears, responsibilities and leitmotifs tend to crystallise.


I hear people say we should adapt. Well, we do - that's why we're still here (in 2010). I hear them talk about how everything is relative. Well, not really. What are basic human needs is basically universal. And please stop telling me how someone (who is being oppressed by their peers and cultural/religious/political context, duh!) denies they need the same basic rights I have access to in the "western world".


It is a fast-growing-and-changing age. But I've yet to be convinced that this is a fast-evolving age as well. Because people want so eagerly the change they think they need, they tend to forget about developing their own conscience. Which takes time. And reclusiveness. And introspection.


Instead, they change their minds as fast as they change profiles on FaceBook, as long as it fits the current trendy topic on Twitter. They are eager to please - online and offline - and their speech reflects just that. Even when they're bitching around.


Yes, I'm editable. But patchwork is for quilts.

Two people are reading this blog;

one of them is me.

Strikethrough the one that doesn't apply:

People are much less/more fragile than people think.

Last night I felt so alone

that I engaged in a chat conversation with Skype Test Call.

I want to live in the place

where past and future meet.

Why should you be worried with a computer bug

when you're holding a mouse in your hand?

"The connectome is where nature meets nurture"

One day I would like to belong to the majority.

It can be any majority.

Not sex

Looking back on what I had and don't now, I miss intimacy the most. Not sex.

"Bang bang"

"my baby shot me down"

Why I'm not on FaceBook (either)

David Rowan, Wired UK's editor gave his six (pertinent) reasons why he's not on FaceBook. I have not counted my number of reasons since I don't need to write a cool post for a geeky magazine - and vice-versa - but I can pretty much sum it up by saying: I'd rather meet you in person.

Umbíguo

Este é um blog de um umbigo para outros umbigos.
Os outros umbigos serão sempre bem-vindos, mas o meu umbigo chegou primeiro.

O meu é um umbigo ambíguo, por isso admite-se que:
- 2+2 = 4; 2+2 = 5-1; 2+2 = 2+2 são equivalentes;
- 2+2 = 6; 2+2 = 36; 2+2 = 1543 são respostas evidentemente patetas, mas ainda assim respeitadas, no âmbito das premissas conversacionais relativistas;
- 2+2 = pato com laranja; 2+2 = gatos pretos com creme; 2+2 = Virginia Wilde são formulações preferenciais, de acordo com o código nonsense deliberado pelo Cheshire Cat, autoridade suprema neste canto dedicado a umbiguosidades.

Esclarecidamente confusos, considerem-se convidados para as próximas sessões de desconversação. E façam como se estivessem em casa. Mas deixem o cotão à porta.

If money doesn't bring happiness

why are critical periods in economic history labelled depressions?