Sunday, 27 November 2016

Stupid question of the day



Do mosquitos have animal rights?

Because if they don't this one is going to see the darkest side of me.

Saturday, 3 September 2016

We knew the pen is mightier. Here's the confirmation.

This made me smile first and laugh out loud later, as promised.



http://www.glamour.com/story/funny-amazon-reviews


From Glamour magazine:

The 7 Most Laugh-Out-Loud Amazon Reviews Ever

 

 

 

 


Friday, 19 August 2016

Reflection of the day




Followers, trendsetters, influencers...does the world need a 21st century rewriting of Fromm's "Fear of freedom"?


If half of the women were happy with their hair, the other half were happy with their lips and the other half were happy with their ...er..."girls"(excuse my maths),  the amount of released energy would be enough to counteract twice the amount of testosterone running wild out there.


 Fashion is what makes you get rid of your eyebrows and then makes you buy a pen to paint them back .





Wednesday, 17 August 2016

Summer reading






Quote GO






"Freedom means strangement from all those ideological nodes, myths, religious rites, cultural prejudice, traditional interpretations, lodged in language without any criticism and inertially passed on through paideía and social practice."


Emilio Lledó
  "Epicureanism"




History of clothing







History of clothing on the analogical Larousse Encyclopedia




Sunday, 7 August 2016

I'm not a poetry person

but just for once....this is an emergency



Viens-tu du ciel profond ou sors-tu de l'abîme,
O beauté? Ton regard, infernal et divin,
Verse confusément le bienfait et le crime,
Et l'on peut pour cela te comparer au vin.





Tu contiens dans ton oeil le couchant et l'aurore;
Tu répands des parfums comme un soir orageux;
Tes baisers sont un philtre et ta bouche une amphore
Qui font le héros lâche et l'enfant courageux.



Sors-tu du gouffre noir ou descends-tu des astres?
Le Destin charmé suit tes jupons comme un chien;
Tu sèmes au hasard la joie et les désastres,
Et tu gouvernes tout et ne réponds de rien.



Tu marches sur des morts, Beauté, dont tu te moques;
De tes bijoux l'Horreur n'est pas le moins charmant,
Et le Meurtre, parmi tes plus chères breloques,
Sur ton ventre orgueilleux danse amoureusement.



L'éphémère ébloui vole vers toi, chandelle,
Crépite, flambe et dit: Bénissons ce flambeau!
L'amoureux pantelant incliné sur sa belle
A l'air d'un moribond caressant son tombeau.



Que tu viennes du ciel ou de l'enfer, qu'importe,
Ô Beauté! monstre énorme, effrayant, ingénu!
Si ton oeil, ton souris, ton pied, m'ouvrent la porte
D'un Infini que j'aime et n'ai jamais connu?



De Satan ou de Dieu, qu'importe? Ange ou Sirène,
Qu'importe, si tu rends, — fée aux yeux de velours,
Rythme, parfum, lueur, ô mon unique reine! —
L'univers moins hideux et les instants moins lourds?















Du musst das Leben nicht verstehen,
dann wird es werden wie ein Fest.
Und lass dir jeden Tag geschehen
so wie ein Kind im Weitergehen von jedem Wehen
sich viele Blüten schenken lässt.

Sie aufzusammeln und zu sparen,
das kommt dem Kind nicht in den Sinn.
Es löst sie leise aus den Haaren,
drin sie so gern gefangen waren,
und hält den lieben jungen Jahren
nach neuen seine Hände hin.

 



Cerrar podrá mis ojos la postrera
Sombra que me llevare el blanco día,
Y podrá desatar esta alma mía
Hora, a su afán ansioso lisonjera; 


Mas no de esotra parte en la ribera
Dejará la memoria, en donde ardía:
Nadar sabe mi llama el agua fría,
Y perder el respeto a ley severa. 


Alma, a quien todo un Dios prisión ha sido,
Venas, que humor a tanto fuego han dado,
Médulas, que han gloriosamente ardido, 


Su cuerpo dejará, no su cuidado;
Serán ceniza, mas tendrá sentido;
Polvo serán, mas polvo enamorado.





If you can keep your head when all about you   
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;   
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;   
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,  
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,   
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!









Pace non trovo, et non ò da far guerra;
e temo, et spero; et ardo, et son un ghiaccio;
et volo sopra 'l cielo, et giaccio in terra;
et nulla stringo, et tutto 'l mondo abbraccio.

Tal m'à in pregion, che non m'apre né serra,
né per suo mi riten né scioglie il laccio;
et non m'ancide Amore, et non mi sferra,
né mi vuol vivo, né mi trae d'impaccio.

Veggio senza occhi, et non ò lingua et grido;
et bramo di perir, et cheggio aita;
et ò in odio me stesso, et amo altrui.

Pascomi di dolor, piangendo rido;
egualmente mi spiace morte et vita:
in questo stato son, donna, per voi.
Baudelaire, Rilke, Quevedo, Kipling & Petrach

Questions without answers



Does there exist, running parallel to Howard Gardner's theory of multiple intelligences, a yet unacknowledged theory of multiple stupidities?

I was going to supply examples but I've considered that if you can come up with your own examples the hypotheses may be more easily confirmed.

If no-one has ever done it yet, I hereby put forward the Theory of Multiple Stupidities. Its basic assumption is that you can be brilliant in some area of your life and complete disaster in another. It basically works in binary relationships, but it is possible to be a disaster in more than one area. As I said, I have a few examples in mind but you'd better search for your own examples.