Chére Simone,

This is somehow as we imagine it... but how?

Evolution through natural selection seemed so obvious, so understandable, clear and awesome. I even made (make) a strong judgment and criticism towards those who don't believe in evolution (don't ever let my philosophy prof. ever see I used the word believe, but you get my drill). I was told in class that evolution is a fact, as clear as that the earth spins around the sun, and I don’t argue that. I do believe in Dobzhansky’s statement “Nothing in Biology makes sense except in the light of evolution.” But the ‘How?’ is the one currently intriguing me deeply.

I find it both uncomfortable and beautiful that I’m having these types of questions whose answers are not to be found in textbooks, and that when I google them, I find parts of the answer in the latest issue of Science or Nature. I like talking to my friends about the confusion, the new ideas, the classes, etc. and doing our political speeches defending the existence of a class that we want to take (and are supposed to take) in 7th semester.

And I think about Darwin, Lamarck, Molecular Biology research, Epigenetics, Science and Nature, and science and nature. And I smile. :)

Sitting in an autumn bench, they observed the manipulated paper while chatting about the entities forming the universe. He talked about the 4th dimension and how we can perceive it in one only direction. She added that almost all social constructions are based on that fact: we only see time as a forward vector.

Does taking bad [i know 'bad' makes no difference, but i'm appealing to pity] pictures from videos count as photograph?

Again, thinking about science and knowledge, and the philosophy behind it.

A toast: [inspired by La vie boheme lyric, and life]

Go with the flow,
fight for the unknown,
and cheers!
Dance as if no one were watching,
sing as if no one were listening,
and live every day as if it were your last.
To days of inspiration,
making something out of nothing,
to going insane, going mad.
To no absoultes, to Absoult
to choice.
To being an 'us' for once,
insted of a 'them'.
To apathy, to entropy,
to empathy, ecstasy

To life!

" Finally, when we examine the normal science, we would like to describe this investigation like a tenacious and fervent attempt to force nature to enter into the conceptual frames provided by professional education"(T.S Khun 1962)

Belle and Sebastian is back! :D
Come on sister, :D

El fulgor monstruoso de la ciudad...

I've been sitting by the computer for two days, by my cell phone and even by the broken house phone.
The last conversation we had lasted 4 minutes, and in those 4 minutes you managed to do this to me.
And so I wait, and I ask myself things. I regret falling in love with a guy who hates computers and is therefore absent in all the facebook interaction, and I remember what you told me the other day: "Somehow I just can't text you, there's something wrong with your cell phone company." and I curse the cell phone company, and I also curse the phone company, because the phone has been broken for about a week, and aahh..!
And even thought you told me to call you, I can't. I'm afraid.
But above all, I'm trying to imagine what are you doing, and if perhaps you're also wating by your cell phone.
And I say to myself what I said last time I was drunk... "Pinche inseguridad..."

It opens and I see my mind.

So effin nerd, that I think I can spare the explanation. xD



I think you would get it more than anyone. :)

QualiaSoup again,


In philosophy class we talked about theism, atheism and agnostician...
and I didn't agree with the perspective taken in class, and it was due mainly to definitions...

Taking my last post as a platform for self-redemption, I will do a post old style, showing you the wonders of StumbleUpon:

Because I love Grey's Anatomy, because I love music, and because I thought you would really love this song... here it is: :)

Don't be fooled by Walking Sleep

The other day while in leisure, or should I say procrastination, I found out that the first blog was a journal of a man's journey into the wonders of the Internet. His incredible findings were left recorded in a website, for anyone to watch.

this is just genius


[via: wickedpaedia ]

I woke up today wanting to dance tango.
Like really dance tango, as in going to a class and everything. Although I don't really imagine myself dancing tango (if I saw my life as an expectator) I do want to feel like I'm dancing.
And I did what any normal girl would've done...
I saw some videos on youtube and convinced myself I could learn...
So, I don't know if I'll go to classes, but I want to.

Now more than ever I feel as a very strange poly-shake of tons of different things, which has turned up to be fun as hell, and hell. :)

Send my regards to grace and virtue!

The porcupine dilemma is an analogy about the challenges of human intimacy. It describes a situation in which a group of hedgehogs all seek to become close to one another in order to share their heat during cold weather. However, once accomplished, they cannot avoid hurting one another with their sharp quills. They must step away from one another. Though they all share the intention of a close reciprocal relationship, this may not occur for reasons which they cannot avoid.

source: Lovely Wikipedia

Los títulos universitarios dan ingresos privilegiados cuando permiten excluir. Pierden esa "ventajea competitiva" cuando se multiplican los graduados. Para mantenerla, hay la tendencia a no quedarse en la licenciatura: sacar una maestría; y no quedarse en la maestría: sacar un doctorado; y no quedarse en el doctorado: hacer estudios posfoctorales. La esprial sin fin se genera por una contradicción insuperable. No se puede privilegiar a todos sin hacer que el privilegio deje de ser un privilegio. [...]Si el 100% de la población tuviera educación superior, todos tendrían esa ventaja: nadie la tendría.

I read this, and, ouch. But it gave me a lot to think about....

Talking about growing up again my dearest Kite?

Now, more than before, I think about growing up.
Are we up?
I remember talking about plans for the future, school activities about writing letter to your future self, and I now realize, perhaps, that I am now my future self from then.
Or maybe not.

I don't feel too different. Of course some things have changed a lot, but in the end I'm still that freshman naïve girl talking about revolution. Maybe more than a year ago.

That also got me thinking, in my nerdyness, that it is perhaps a trigonometric-periodical behaviour. Maybe being college freshman is not as different than being a highschool freshman, or at least I don't feel it that way.

So, well see... I'll try not to forget about this experiment, for once.
Cheers!

Thank you, fuck you.
Because I'm listening to awful music, to stupid lovely romatic songs.
and this... i mean this --> :3 can't be good!

I think, a part of me is so godamn happy, and another part is anxious, sad and something else... mixed with some salt for taste.

And we're talking about Schrodinger, Heisenberg and hybridization.
and I want to talk about cats, uncertainty and getting together.

and it's so... *sigh*

So, like, there's some poor people in the world.
Okay, more like a lot.
Like... almost half of it.

But anyway, because of economy and a simple principle of scarcity, there have always been people who have less, then came along economic systems like feudalism, monarchy, neoclassic, neoliberalism, and such ideas, which made inequity clear and very visible.

That being stated.
In time, after the second world war, the entire world changed. In every way possible, but let's focus on the economy: countries were bankrrupt. So, in order to help with the crisis the (new) UN made two organizations dedicated to avoid huge crisis like the great depression again, those were the World Bank (WB) and the International Monetary Fund (IMF).

The WB would help countries in their monetary policies and economic structures to make sure they were not going towards a depression or else that would cause the world some trouble (like wars, famine and such). The IMF was design as a "savings" account to lend money to those countries who needed it to recover from crisis or to have economic supremacy.
Sounds like a good idea right?

It was. Back in the 60s-70s the IMF was run by a league of humanitarian economists who were widely aware of the social costs of economic decisions, and so they acted upon that, and helped. (please notice how I'm being biased and only depicting this period as good so the turning point is dramatic, for straight facts consult further) But then the 80s kicked in with the neoliberalist fervor, and Reagan and Tatcher. And so the IMF was changed and filled with neoliberalists.

What happened? Well first of all, their main goal was to open all markets in the world, and those who were not free, make them so, however the cost. Now, let's remember that a free market doesn't always mean free and happy people, actually it meant the opposite for many countries. The previously communist countries were "forced" into open and liberal economies. It worked for east Asia, because they made it their own way. But for Russia, who was advised by the international organisms... well, it didn't went all that good.

Soon, the IMF became an international "bully" of the open market, forcing developing countries into them. How?
Developping countries needed money, the IMF and the WB had money. But you wouldn't see a penny from the IMF without having to follow every single of its instructions into an open market. Worst part of it was that no structural bases were made to assure safety nets for these countries, they were just thrown into the competition against the gigants (US and Europe), obviously the national industry could not compete against the international markets, which made them poor.

The last blow was the "hypocrecy" with which rich countries acted, because not only had they a greater infrastructure, but they still had subsides for their national markets, making it impossible for the developping countries to export or compete in that "open" market.

These actions made poor countries poorer and rich richer.
Just to make it clear.

In such terms of globalization what are the odds of ever reaching equity? Do we have a system to back us up?

Los locos somos otro cosmos.
Oscar de la Borbolla

Otto colocó los shocks. Rodolfo mostró los ojos con horror: dos globos rojos, torvos, con poco fósforo como bolsos fofos; combó los hombros, sollozó: "No doctor, no... loco no..." Sor Socorro lo frotó con yodo: "Pon flojos los codos -rogó-, ponlos como yo. Nosotros no somos ogros." Sor Flor tomó los mohosos polos color corcho ocroso; con gozo comprobó los shocks con los focos: los tronó, brotó polvo con ozono. Rodolfo oró, lloró con dolor: "No doctor Otto, shocks no..." Sor Socorro con monótono rostro colocó los pomos: ocho con formol, dos con bromo, otros con cloro. Rodolfo los nombró doctos, colosos, con dolorosos tonos los honró. Como no los colmó, los provocó: "Son sólo orcos, zorros, lobos. ¡Monos roñosos!" Sor Flor, con frondoso dorso, lo tomó por los hombros; sor Socorro lo coronó como robot con hosco gorro con plomos. Rodolfo con fogoso horror dobló los codos, forzó todos los poros, chocó con los pomos, los volcó; soltó tosco trompón, sor Socorro rodó como tronco. "¡Pronto, doctor Otto! -convocó sor Flor-. ¡Pronto con cloroformo! ¡Yo lo cojo!..." Rodolfo, lloroso con mocos, los confrontó como toro bronco; tomó rojo pomo, gordo como porrón. Sor Flor sonó como gong, rodó como trompo, zozobró.

Otto, solo con Rodolfo, rogó como follón, rogó con dolo: "Rodolfo... don Rodolfo, yo lo conozco... como doctor no gozo con los shocks; son lo forzoso. Los propongo con hondo dolor... Yo lloro por todos los locos, con shocks los compongo...

-No, doctor. No -sopló ronco Rodolfo-. Los shocks no son modos. Los locos no somos pollos. Los shocks son como hornos; son potros con motor, sonoros como coros o como cornos... No, doctor Otto, los shocks no son forzosos, son sólo poco costosos, son lo cómodo, lo no moroso, lo pronto... Doctor, los locos sólo somos otro cosmos, con otros otoños, con otro sol. No somos lo morboso; sólo somos lo otro, lo no ortodoxo. Otro horóscopo nos tocó, otro polvo nos formó los ojos, como formó los olmos o los osos o los chopos o los hongos. Todos somos colonos, sólo colonos. Nosotros somos los locos, otros son loros, otros, topos o zoólogos o, como vosotros, ontólogos. Yo no los compongo con shocks, no los troncho, no los rompo, no los normo...

Rodolfo monologó con honroso modo: probó, comprobó, cómo los locos sólo son lo otro. Otto, sordo como todo ortodoxo, no lo oyó, lo tomó por tonto; trocó todos los pros, los borró; sólo lo soportó por follón: obró con dolo. Rodolfo no lo notó. Otto rondó los pomos, tomó dos con cloroformo, como molotovs los botó. Rodolfo con los ojos rotos mostró los rojos hombros; notó poco dolor, borrosos los contornos, gordos los codos; flotó. Con horroroso torzón rodó con hondo sopor. Rodolfo soñó. Soñó con rocs, con blondos gnomos, con pomposos tronos, con pozos con oro, con foros boscosos con olorosos lotos. Todo lo tocó: los olmos con cocos, los conos con oporto rojo, los bongós con tonos como Fox Trot.

Otto lo forró con tosco cordón, lo sofocó. Rodolfo sólo roncó. Sor Socorro tornó con poco color. Sor Flor con bochorno tomó ron: "Oh, doctor -lloró-, oh, oh, nos dobló con sonoro trompón." Otto contó cómo lo controló.

-Otto, pospón los shocks -rogó sor Socorro.

-No, no los pospongo. Loco o no, yo lo jodo. No soporto los rollos... Pronto, ponlo con gorro.
-¿Cómo, doctor -notó sor Flor-, ocho volts?

-No, no sólo ocho. ¡Todos los volts! Yo no sólo drogo, yo domo... Lo domo o lo corrompo como bonzo.

-¡Oh no, doctor Otto!, como bonzo no.

-¡Cómo no, sor Socorro! Nosotros no somos tórtolos o mocosos; somos los doctos... ¡Ojo, sor Socorro! No soporto los complots...

Otto con morbo soltó todos los volts, los prolongó con gozo. Sor Socorro con sonrojo sollozó. Sor Flor oró por Rodolfo. Rodolfo roló como mono, tronó como mosco. Otto lo nombró: "Don gorgojo", "loco roñoso", "golfo". Rodolfo zozobró con sonso momo. Otto cortó los shocks.

[via: mexiqueculture]

More than a commentary post, or anything with actual content, this one's for when I look back and want to know how things were back then (now).

I'm sorry world,
but humanityis not using a tuxedo


might seem random, but it has an intresting story behind...

The youth's manifesto by I'm the penguin

They can cut every flower, but they will never stop the spring

We are never to be hopeless, for we can't be irreparably broken.

I just hope, that in 20 years, I am not part of that which I fight against today