Some kind of nature
Some kind of soul
Some kind of mixture
Some kind of gold
Some kind of majesty
Some chemical load
Some kind of metal made up from glue
Some kind of plastic I could wrap around you
They need the eat, and they-they wear phony clothes
Some kind of nature
Some kind of soul
Some kind of mixture
Some kind of gold
Some kind of majesty
Some chemical load
Well near thy plastics
And digital foils
Could wrap up the sun
And protect the girls
From the spiritual poisons
You spill at night
Like phony clothes, but
I really like my-
Some kind of nature (some kind of nature, some kind of soul)
Comes from one within us
Oh, Lord, forgive me (some kind of mixture, some kind of gold)
It's got to come and find us
All we are is dust
Some kind of metal made up from glue
Some kind of plastic I could wrap around you
They need the eat, and they-they wear phony clothes
Some kind of nature (some kind of nature, some kind of soul)
Comes from one within us
Oh, Lord, forgive me (some kind of mixture, some kind of gold)
It's got to come and find us
All we are is dust
Friday, April 30, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
i´m the ghost
for reasons beyond my conscious understanding, foals and their new album have been hitting a nerve in both body and brain.
i´ve been unintentionally bumping into their songs, they´ve made me sigh and close my eyes more than twice.
maybe it´s the evident heartbreak one of these dudes lived, slow build up, fast come down, the frontman´s beard... who knows? for more reasons than i can actually put my finger on, there´s something making me want to listen to more of them... we´ll listen to the rest soon.
for now:
spanish sahara: hints on 3.17, ignites on 4.14....
and black gold holds steady pace and characteristic sound that defined foals with their first album.
that and the haunting background guitar at the beginning, making an appearance during the chorus, hitting that catchy break on minute 2.43
black gold isn´t on you tube, listen to it here or download at the link.
the photography of this video is amazing.
i´ve been unintentionally bumping into their songs, they´ve made me sigh and close my eyes more than twice.
maybe it´s the evident heartbreak one of these dudes lived, slow build up, fast come down, the frontman´s beard... who knows? for more reasons than i can actually put my finger on, there´s something making me want to listen to more of them... we´ll listen to the rest soon.
for now:
spanish sahara: hints on 3.17, ignites on 4.14....
and black gold holds steady pace and characteristic sound that defined foals with their first album.
that and the haunting background guitar at the beginning, making an appearance during the chorus, hitting that catchy break on minute 2.43
black gold isn´t on you tube, listen to it here or download at the link.
the photography of this video is amazing.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
lunch break
it's time you know i've been working at an agency as a coolhunter, "coolhunter" is a ridiculous title, i know.. sounds too forced and not so spontaneous right? oh well, the price of "independence".
today i had the best lunch break i've had since coming here.
i'm usually the antisocial type that spends most of her time glued to her headphones, avoids small talk, fake laughter, and hardly comments on office ruckus. sounds like i'm the worst, well i think it's better this way.. i do what i have to do, have maybe two, three "friends", and that's about it.
my favorite parts about working here are 1. don leo, the security guard who's the sweetest most awesome human being, he gives me my daily dosage of hugs (weird right?) yesterday he told me i looked like belinda, a mexican pop singer, which is really nice of him, but i don't really think that´s the case and 2. the cafeteria/the people who work on the bottom floor.
when i don't have time or the mood (usually), i order a sandwich or salad from this cafeteria.. today was that type of day, i headed downstairs, where trinidad (trinity) usually takes my order, trinidad is a man, i got such an internal laugh today because i always ask for tons of lemon with my food, so he comes up to me and says, "lemon is good for your health michell, and goes on to saying the last time he went to the veterinary, the veterinary asked him if he consumed lemon, trinidad said "sí", and the vet goes on to say, "so that's why you're so healthy", i was about to correct him, but i thought it would have been too embarrassing, i found it endearing, trinidad is also a good mood stop in my routine.
next comes this 17 year old kid, who also works there, once i asked his name, but it was way too complicated, so i forgot. he builds up the nerve and as i'm sitting on the stool waiting, he asks me "what type of music are you into?", i say "synth pop (right bees) mostly european and american, i " just can't get enough""... he's like "oh that's cool"... so i go on to ask him what he's into, and he's "reggae", (my mind thought "of course").. he asks, "do you know reggae?" and i'm like, "yeah, i'm not really into it, but the wailers are cool", and he's like, "yeahhhh, bob marley is the bestttt"... stereotype.
so then i ask, "why'd you ask?", he's like, "welllll, you dress different than other people." and the next thing that pops into my mind is MUSIC IS SO FUCKING AMAZING. i mean, the way i dress probably has nothing to do with the fact that i'm into synth pop, but it struck some chord in this kid to ask...
and the other semi-awesome part about this lunch break is that i've been getting cigarette highs with the one cigarette i smoke after lunch, almost fainted while going up the stairs, that part wasn't so cool.
today i had the best lunch break i've had since coming here.
i'm usually the antisocial type that spends most of her time glued to her headphones, avoids small talk, fake laughter, and hardly comments on office ruckus. sounds like i'm the worst, well i think it's better this way.. i do what i have to do, have maybe two, three "friends", and that's about it.
my favorite parts about working here are 1. don leo, the security guard who's the sweetest most awesome human being, he gives me my daily dosage of hugs (weird right?) yesterday he told me i looked like belinda, a mexican pop singer, which is really nice of him, but i don't really think that´s the case and 2. the cafeteria/the people who work on the bottom floor.
when i don't have time or the mood (usually), i order a sandwich or salad from this cafeteria.. today was that type of day, i headed downstairs, where trinidad (trinity) usually takes my order, trinidad is a man, i got such an internal laugh today because i always ask for tons of lemon with my food, so he comes up to me and says, "lemon is good for your health michell, and goes on to saying the last time he went to the veterinary, the veterinary asked him if he consumed lemon, trinidad said "sí", and the vet goes on to say, "so that's why you're so healthy", i was about to correct him, but i thought it would have been too embarrassing, i found it endearing, trinidad is also a good mood stop in my routine.
next comes this 17 year old kid, who also works there, once i asked his name, but it was way too complicated, so i forgot. he builds up the nerve and as i'm sitting on the stool waiting, he asks me "what type of music are you into?", i say "synth pop (right bees) mostly european and american, i " just can't get enough""... he's like "oh that's cool"... so i go on to ask him what he's into, and he's "reggae", (my mind thought "of course").. he asks, "do you know reggae?" and i'm like, "yeah, i'm not really into it, but the wailers are cool", and he's like, "yeahhhh, bob marley is the bestttt"... stereotype.
so then i ask, "why'd you ask?", he's like, "welllll, you dress different than other people." and the next thing that pops into my mind is MUSIC IS SO FUCKING AMAZING. i mean, the way i dress probably has nothing to do with the fact that i'm into synth pop, but it struck some chord in this kid to ask...
and the other semi-awesome part about this lunch break is that i've been getting cigarette highs with the one cigarette i smoke after lunch, almost fainted while going up the stairs, that part wasn't so cool.
yeah?
honestly, i don´t understand the yeasayer hype.
i know i´m a bit late on this one but it´s been on the tip of my tongue since i heard ampling alp back in october or so.
what caused my unconformity was this; browsing through maddecent, and i don´t really know why i was there, not a huge diplo fan, there is a contest to remix them... and the list of their appearances on music websites is infinite.
i can´t put my finger on it, but i can´t stand it.
too happy?
sucky lyrics?
too much going on?
that voice?
experimental pop, world beat, psychedelic rock? ok, maybe i´ll give them a fragment of that... but to me it doesn´t feel experimental, new agey maybe, mixed in with some rock, i´m kind of lost on their psychedelia...
i´d give their live show a chance, see how´d they pull it off.
oh well some bands just have that type of luck, take for example vampire weekend, insane clown posse, and u2.
jake gyllenhaal: you fell about 50 points on my "actors i'm going to marry list" for your cameo in one of the worst videos i've ever seen, i mean EVER. (view vampire weekend's link.), i think even insane clown posse's video is better, and that's like saying taco bell is better than le cirque. maybe that's a bad metaphor but you get the gist.
i know i´m a bit late on this one but it´s been on the tip of my tongue since i heard ampling alp back in october or so.
what caused my unconformity was this; browsing through maddecent, and i don´t really know why i was there, not a huge diplo fan, there is a contest to remix them... and the list of their appearances on music websites is infinite.
i can´t put my finger on it, but i can´t stand it.
too happy?
sucky lyrics?
too much going on?
that voice?
experimental pop, world beat, psychedelic rock? ok, maybe i´ll give them a fragment of that... but to me it doesn´t feel experimental, new agey maybe, mixed in with some rock, i´m kind of lost on their psychedelia...
i´d give their live show a chance, see how´d they pull it off.
oh well some bands just have that type of luck, take for example vampire weekend, insane clown posse, and u2.
jake gyllenhaal: you fell about 50 points on my "actors i'm going to marry list" for your cameo in one of the worst videos i've ever seen, i mean EVER. (view vampire weekend's link.), i think even insane clown posse's video is better, and that's like saying taco bell is better than le cirque. maybe that's a bad metaphor but you get the gist.
paris hilton has size 11 feet.
people are taller in the morning than at night.
lou reed was given electro shock treatment when he was young.
there is enough fat in the human body to make 7 bars of soap.
louis braille was aged 15 and blind when he invented braille.
buzz aldrin left a copy of playboy on the moon.
nose prints are usually used to identify dogs, like humans use fingerprints.
george bush was a school cheerleader.
baboons were once trained by egyptians to wait on tables.
girls have more taste buds than boys.
google was originally named "backrub".
the shortest war was 38 minutes long.
if sharks go upside down, they slip into a coma.
90 percent of the worlds species are yet to be discovered.
there are more stars than each grain of sand on earth.
these are just a couple of things i learned here.
lou reed was given electro shock treatment when he was young.
there is enough fat in the human body to make 7 bars of soap.
louis braille was aged 15 and blind when he invented braille.
buzz aldrin left a copy of playboy on the moon.
nose prints are usually used to identify dogs, like humans use fingerprints.
george bush was a school cheerleader.
baboons were once trained by egyptians to wait on tables.
girls have more taste buds than boys.
google was originally named "backrub".
the shortest war was 38 minutes long.
if sharks go upside down, they slip into a coma.
90 percent of the worlds species are yet to be discovered.
there are more stars than each grain of sand on earth.
these are just a couple of things i learned here.
mercury in retrograde
A planet is described as retrograde when it appears to be moving backwards through the zodiac. According to modern science, this traditional concept arises in the illusory planetary motion created by the orbital rotation of the earth with relation to other planets in our solar system. It's a bit like travelling on the road watching another car beside you: when the other car slows down, or you speed up, it looks as though the other car is moving backwards. Planets are never actually retrograde or stationary, they just seem that way due to this cosmic shadow-play.
mercury will be in retrograde until mid may.
god why are all these astrology pages so so so tacky, they´re even hard to look at.
mercury will be in retrograde until mid may.
god why are all these astrology pages so so so tacky, they´re even hard to look at.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
iamamiwhoami
running through my usual morning ritual of browsing the internet i stumbled across this "iamamiwhoami" video, there was no text, just "o", hooked.
headed over to google and found their youtube channel... talk about an extraordinary marketing campaign, thousands and thousands of hits on each of their 8 videos.. their newest is the aforementioned "o", the vocals reminded me immediately of the knife... but speculators say that karin dreijer andersson might have enough on her platter with two bands. seems the type of ambitious only damon albarn would want or could handle, if it were guy vocals, we´d definitely know who´d been behind this one.
.. so we´re up to the point where iamamiwhoami started uploading their material in december and playing mysterious, their videos are insanely beautiful and well-produced, as are the tracks.
four months in internet time is forever, apparently i´m the last to find out.
first tracks go by the name of a bunch of numbers, and last about a minute or so, newest tracks go by the name of a letter, maybe they´re dropping hints as to who is running the show. who knows, who cares...
go get lost.
9.20.19.13.5.723378
9.1.13.669321018
23.5.12.3.15.13.5-8.15.13.5.3383
b
this without a doubt may be one of my new favorite bands, i really hope it doesn´t turn out to be lady gaga.
the internet mind bottles the fuck out of my mind.
headed over to google and found their youtube channel... talk about an extraordinary marketing campaign, thousands and thousands of hits on each of their 8 videos.. their newest is the aforementioned "o", the vocals reminded me immediately of the knife... but speculators say that karin dreijer andersson might have enough on her platter with two bands. seems the type of ambitious only damon albarn would want or could handle, if it were guy vocals, we´d definitely know who´d been behind this one.
.. so we´re up to the point where iamamiwhoami started uploading their material in december and playing mysterious, their videos are insanely beautiful and well-produced, as are the tracks.
four months in internet time is forever, apparently i´m the last to find out.
first tracks go by the name of a bunch of numbers, and last about a minute or so, newest tracks go by the name of a letter, maybe they´re dropping hints as to who is running the show. who knows, who cares...
go get lost.
9.20.19.13.5.723378
9.1.13.669321018
23.5.12.3.15.13.5-8.15.13.5.3383
b
this without a doubt may be one of my new favorite bands, i really hope it doesn´t turn out to be lady gaga.
the internet mind bottles the fuck out of my mind.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
boy band
i think there aren´t enough words in my limited vocabulary to describe how much i love hot chip.
their humor is flawless, it´s retarded, it´s ridiculous, and it´s something you´d never expect... or maybe you would but they tend to have a pretty good aim at the collective subconscious.
it´s all about not being afraid to make fun of yourself or others for that matter.
these are just two examples out of millions i´m sure.
boy band
i feel better
vs. pop diva
S.O.S. she's in disguise
S.O.S. she's in disguise
There's a she wolf in disguise
Coming out, coming out, coming out
A domesticated girl that's all you ask of me
Darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy
The moon's awake now with eyes wide open
My body's craving, so feed the hungry
I've been devoting myself to you Monday to Monday and Friday to Friday
Not getting enough retribution or decent incentives to keep me at it
I'm starting to feel just a little abused like a coffee machine in an office
So I'm gonna go somewhere cozy to get me a lover
And tell you all about it
There's a she wolf in your closet
Open up and set her free
There's a she wolf in your closet
Let it out so it can breathe
Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey
It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way
Nocturnal creatures are not so prudent
The moon's my teacher, and I'm her student
To locate the single men, I got on me a special radar
And the fire department hotline in case I get in trouble later
Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys that just want to enjoy
But having a very good time and behave very bad in the arms of a boy
There's a she wolf in the closet
Open up and set her free
There's a she wolf in your closet
Let it out so it can breathe
S.O.S. she's in disguise
S.O.S. she's in disguise
There's a she wolf in disguise
Coming out, coming out, coming out
S.O.S. she's in disguise
S.O.S. she's in disguise
There's a she wolf in disguise
Coming out, coming out, coming out
There's a she wolf in your closet
Let it out so it can breathe
come onn shakira, i grew up with your music, you were officially the first ¨celebrity/musician¨ i met, love you to death, and ¨pies descalzos sueños blancos¨ may still be one of my all time favorite songs... but really? ¨a she wolf in your closet?¨ who writes this shit?.... you used to sing about bare feet, abortion, waiting on a corner for your guy, telling that guy he pulled you off the pavement so you two could fly for a while, dinosaurs, looking for a little love in the alphabet, under the car, in magazines, and on the radio, you even managed to get some shaggy-esque chorus lines in english that did well with the beat in ¨buscando un poco de amor¨.
even though the 10 year old in me wishes she could have this shakira back, i feel there´s no trace of her anymore... it all got wayy too blonde and too hollywood.
i won´t hate on it too much, (even if i already did) at least hot chip took a crack at it.
auooooooo.
heard they killed at coachella, of course they did.
ps. you looked better, wayyy better as a brunette, we´ll even take you with the pink rastas.
their humor is flawless, it´s retarded, it´s ridiculous, and it´s something you´d never expect... or maybe you would but they tend to have a pretty good aim at the collective subconscious.
it´s all about not being afraid to make fun of yourself or others for that matter.
these are just two examples out of millions i´m sure.
boy band
i feel better
vs. pop diva
S.O.S. she's in disguise
S.O.S. she's in disguise
There's a she wolf in disguise
Coming out, coming out, coming out
A domesticated girl that's all you ask of me
Darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy
The moon's awake now with eyes wide open
My body's craving, so feed the hungry
I've been devoting myself to you Monday to Monday and Friday to Friday
Not getting enough retribution or decent incentives to keep me at it
I'm starting to feel just a little abused like a coffee machine in an office
So I'm gonna go somewhere cozy to get me a lover
And tell you all about it
There's a she wolf in your closet
Open up and set her free
There's a she wolf in your closet
Let it out so it can breathe
Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey
It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way
Nocturnal creatures are not so prudent
The moon's my teacher, and I'm her student
To locate the single men, I got on me a special radar
And the fire department hotline in case I get in trouble later
Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys that just want to enjoy
But having a very good time and behave very bad in the arms of a boy
There's a she wolf in the closet
Open up and set her free
There's a she wolf in your closet
Let it out so it can breathe
S.O.S. she's in disguise
S.O.S. she's in disguise
There's a she wolf in disguise
Coming out, coming out, coming out
S.O.S. she's in disguise
S.O.S. she's in disguise
There's a she wolf in disguise
Coming out, coming out, coming out
There's a she wolf in your closet
Let it out so it can breathe
come onn shakira, i grew up with your music, you were officially the first ¨celebrity/musician¨ i met, love you to death, and ¨pies descalzos sueños blancos¨ may still be one of my all time favorite songs... but really? ¨a she wolf in your closet?¨ who writes this shit?.... you used to sing about bare feet, abortion, waiting on a corner for your guy, telling that guy he pulled you off the pavement so you two could fly for a while, dinosaurs, looking for a little love in the alphabet, under the car, in magazines, and on the radio, you even managed to get some shaggy-esque chorus lines in english that did well with the beat in ¨buscando un poco de amor¨.
even though the 10 year old in me wishes she could have this shakira back, i feel there´s no trace of her anymore... it all got wayy too blonde and too hollywood.
i won´t hate on it too much, (even if i already did) at least hot chip took a crack at it.
auooooooo.
heard they killed at coachella, of course they did.
ps. you looked better, wayyy better as a brunette, we´ll even take you with the pink rastas.
Monday, April 19, 2010
alive
lately i´ve been thinking that i´m going to die, and about death in general.
maybe it has to do with living life´s 360, when you feel alive you feel death, or maybe it has something to do with being so happy. or maybe with partying so much this past weekend in a decadent manner, maybe it´s the existentialist in me.. either/or it´s not something i´m afraid of (or maybe i´m just saying that because i don´t actually believe i´m going to die), if i do, i just hope it´s not in some earthquake.
visit the heavens and talk to the talking dead.
maybe it has to do with living life´s 360, when you feel alive you feel death, or maybe it has something to do with being so happy. or maybe with partying so much this past weekend in a decadent manner, maybe it´s the existentialist in me.. either/or it´s not something i´m afraid of (or maybe i´m just saying that because i don´t actually believe i´m going to die), if i do, i just hope it´s not in some earthquake.
visit the heavens and talk to the talking dead.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
+ - = +, - + = -, + + = +, - - = +
"what he feared most was the blind spot between us and the future, the space between entities where we could get lost forever".
sulki choi & min choi
i am here, and there is nothing to say.
if among you are those who wish to get somewhere, let them leave at any moment. what we re-quire is silence; but what silence requires is that i go on talking.
give any one thought a push: it falls down easily; but the pusher and the pushed pro-duce the enter-
tainment called a dis-cussion.
shall we have one later?
or we could simply de-cide not to have a dis-
cussion.
what ever you like. but now there are silences and the words help make the silences.
i have nothing to say
and i am saying it and that is poetry as i need it.
this space of time is organized.
we need not fear these silences, ----
if among you are those who wish to get somewhere, let them leave at any moment. what we re-quire is silence; but what silence requires is that i go on talking.
give any one thought a push: it falls down easily; but the pusher and the pushed pro-duce the enter-
tainment called a dis-cussion.
shall we have one later?
or we could simply de-cide not to have a dis-
cussion.
what ever you like. but now there are silences and the words help make the silences.
i have nothing to say
and i am saying it and that is poetry as i need it.
this space of time is organized.
we need not fear these silences, ----
Thursday, April 8, 2010
life after death
today i read a dead persons blog for the first time, i stumbled across a korean model´s page through some other fashion blogs and found out afterwards that she committed suicide late last year.
i went back to her oldest posts to understand someones pain in-between lines, she was mostly sarcastic, i felt a ghost lingering from the other side of that computer (still feel some sort of hole in my stomach)... how could anyone have read the signs? (denial)... they were all there.
some part of me thinks taking a look into someone´s life like this is morbid and wrong, and and another thinks this is the fate of everyone and anyone who subscribes to the public in a grotesquely public way i.e. me blogging this this second, facebook, twitter, and the endless sites that will continue exposing us even more to a faceless crowd.
a sense of belonging maybe? who knows, for all i know i´m writing this to myself, for as a person who observes and sometimes doesn´t express true feelings, i am letters without a face, so there i am.
this sense of dying and reading a dead persons blog ties into an article i read in time mag. and since lately i´ve been curious about what happens to your internet life if you die, this is what i found out:
"We first realized we needed a protocol for deceased users after the Virginia Tech shooting, when students were looking for ways to remember and honor their classmates," says Facebook spokeswoman Elizabeth Linder. The company responded by creating a "memorial state" for profiles of deceased users, in which features such as status updates and group affiliations are removed. Only the user's confirmed friends can continue to view the profile and post comments on it.
If next of kin ask to have a profile taken down, Facebook will comply. It will not, however, hand over a user's password to let a family member access the account, which means private messages are kept just that.
Rival MySpace has a similar policy blocking account access but has fewer restrictions on profile-viewing. (This inspired an entrepreneur to create MyDeathSpace.com, which started out aggregating profiles of the deceased and has since morphed into a ghoulish tabloid.)
E-mail is more complicated. Would you want, say, your parents to be able to access your account so they could contact all your far-flung friends — whom you don't have in your address book because you don't have an address book — and tell them that you've passed on? Maybe. Would you want them to be able to read every message you've ever sent? Maybe not.
Yahoo! Mail's rule is to keep accounts private. "The commitment Yahoo! makes to every person who signs up for an account is to treat their online activities as confidential, even after their death," says spokesman Jason Khoury. Court orders sometimes overrule that. In 2005, relatives of a Marine killed in Iraq requested access to his e‑mail account so they could make a scrapbook. When a judge sided with the family, Yahoo! copied the messages to a CD instead of turning over the account's password. Hotmail now allows family members to order a CD as long as they provide proof that they have power of attorney and a death certificate. Gmail requires the same paperwork, plus a copy of an e‑mail the deceased sent to the petitioner.
Read more here.
on top of all of that, i´m browsing the old archives of jakandjil and i find this, a picture of dash snow and purples olivier zahm riding the metro in paris, feels like the grave speaking, so weird.
d.e.p.
i went back to her oldest posts to understand someones pain in-between lines, she was mostly sarcastic, i felt a ghost lingering from the other side of that computer (still feel some sort of hole in my stomach)... how could anyone have read the signs? (denial)... they were all there.
some part of me thinks taking a look into someone´s life like this is morbid and wrong, and and another thinks this is the fate of everyone and anyone who subscribes to the public in a grotesquely public way i.e. me blogging this this second, facebook, twitter, and the endless sites that will continue exposing us even more to a faceless crowd.
a sense of belonging maybe? who knows, for all i know i´m writing this to myself, for as a person who observes and sometimes doesn´t express true feelings, i am letters without a face, so there i am.
this sense of dying and reading a dead persons blog ties into an article i read in time mag. and since lately i´ve been curious about what happens to your internet life if you die, this is what i found out:
"We first realized we needed a protocol for deceased users after the Virginia Tech shooting, when students were looking for ways to remember and honor their classmates," says Facebook spokeswoman Elizabeth Linder. The company responded by creating a "memorial state" for profiles of deceased users, in which features such as status updates and group affiliations are removed. Only the user's confirmed friends can continue to view the profile and post comments on it.
If next of kin ask to have a profile taken down, Facebook will comply. It will not, however, hand over a user's password to let a family member access the account, which means private messages are kept just that.
Rival MySpace has a similar policy blocking account access but has fewer restrictions on profile-viewing. (This inspired an entrepreneur to create MyDeathSpace.com, which started out aggregating profiles of the deceased and has since morphed into a ghoulish tabloid.)
E-mail is more complicated. Would you want, say, your parents to be able to access your account so they could contact all your far-flung friends — whom you don't have in your address book because you don't have an address book — and tell them that you've passed on? Maybe. Would you want them to be able to read every message you've ever sent? Maybe not.
Yahoo! Mail's rule is to keep accounts private. "The commitment Yahoo! makes to every person who signs up for an account is to treat their online activities as confidential, even after their death," says spokesman Jason Khoury. Court orders sometimes overrule that. In 2005, relatives of a Marine killed in Iraq requested access to his e‑mail account so they could make a scrapbook. When a judge sided with the family, Yahoo! copied the messages to a CD instead of turning over the account's password. Hotmail now allows family members to order a CD as long as they provide proof that they have power of attorney and a death certificate. Gmail requires the same paperwork, plus a copy of an e‑mail the deceased sent to the petitioner.
Read more here.
on top of all of that, i´m browsing the old archives of jakandjil and i find this, a picture of dash snow and purples olivier zahm riding the metro in paris, feels like the grave speaking, so weird.
d.e.p.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
reflections about meaning
The material and the spiritual are so closely entwined in the human mind that making meaning for us almost seems like an involuntary act. It is near impossible to dissociate the two while making our reality comprehensible to us which is to give it meaning. 'Meaning' verily is elicited by the brain by putting the material and spiritual within a unified lens to conjure an image within our minds that makes sense - Id it is
First, we need to examine “meaning” itself, and expose a mistake, a very basic mistake, in how many people think about it. To say that some event means something without at least some implicit understanding of who it means something to is to express an incomplete idea, no different than sentence fragments declaring that “Went to the bank” or “Exploded.” Without first specifying a particular subject and/or object, the very idea of meaning is incoherent.
Nature is concrete reality, we presume, something more real than abstraction. But if nature is more real than abstraction, what use is abstraction? Perhaps it is the case that abstraction is more real than "nature". Perhaps abstraction can be used to extend what is effortlessly given to us. Perhaps abstraction can be employed to usefully transform what is now presented to us without effort as the object. Maybe we can perceive with our (collectively-expanded) imagination levels of reality that are hidden, not so much from our senses, as by our senses.
We think we live in the "objective" world, but we do not. The objective world is something that has been conjured up for us recently - absurdly recently, from the perspective of evolutionary biology - by the processes of science operating over a span of five centuries (or, perhaps, to give the Greeks their due, over the last thirty centuries). This does not mean that the objective world is not real, even though theories about its nature are in constant flux. What it does mean is that the environment of human beings might well be regarded as "spiritual," as well as "material."
Now if we give a closer look at reading, because it may be fundamental, about how the brain gives meaning to letters on a page has been fundamentally a mystery. New studies fill in some details on how the brains of proficient readers handle words. One suggestion is that a visual-processing area of the brain recognizes common words as whole units. Another, is that the brain operates two fast parallel systems for reading, linking visual recognition of words to speech.
Changing the angle if we look at it from the traditional targets of scientific inquiry that are available to sensory analysis, localized in time and space, and simultaneously accessible to the individual experience of multiple observers (at least under carefully controlled conditions). Meaning, which can vary dramatically between observers, does not reveal itself in any such straightforward manner. It is therefore not clear that it can be addressed scientifically, even in principle. At least this is the classical argument. But what if meaning could be construed as a stable emergent consequence of the interaction of subjects, objects, elements or situations, conceived of from a more abstract point of reference than that commonly utilized?
by mariana soffer.
read more at the total library: spacecollective
First, we need to examine “meaning” itself, and expose a mistake, a very basic mistake, in how many people think about it. To say that some event means something without at least some implicit understanding of who it means something to is to express an incomplete idea, no different than sentence fragments declaring that “Went to the bank” or “Exploded.” Without first specifying a particular subject and/or object, the very idea of meaning is incoherent.
Nature is concrete reality, we presume, something more real than abstraction. But if nature is more real than abstraction, what use is abstraction? Perhaps it is the case that abstraction is more real than "nature". Perhaps abstraction can be used to extend what is effortlessly given to us. Perhaps abstraction can be employed to usefully transform what is now presented to us without effort as the object. Maybe we can perceive with our (collectively-expanded) imagination levels of reality that are hidden, not so much from our senses, as by our senses.
We think we live in the "objective" world, but we do not. The objective world is something that has been conjured up for us recently - absurdly recently, from the perspective of evolutionary biology - by the processes of science operating over a span of five centuries (or, perhaps, to give the Greeks their due, over the last thirty centuries). This does not mean that the objective world is not real, even though theories about its nature are in constant flux. What it does mean is that the environment of human beings might well be regarded as "spiritual," as well as "material."
Now if we give a closer look at reading, because it may be fundamental, about how the brain gives meaning to letters on a page has been fundamentally a mystery. New studies fill in some details on how the brains of proficient readers handle words. One suggestion is that a visual-processing area of the brain recognizes common words as whole units. Another, is that the brain operates two fast parallel systems for reading, linking visual recognition of words to speech.
Changing the angle if we look at it from the traditional targets of scientific inquiry that are available to sensory analysis, localized in time and space, and simultaneously accessible to the individual experience of multiple observers (at least under carefully controlled conditions). Meaning, which can vary dramatically between observers, does not reveal itself in any such straightforward manner. It is therefore not clear that it can be addressed scientifically, even in principle. At least this is the classical argument. But what if meaning could be construed as a stable emergent consequence of the interaction of subjects, objects, elements or situations, conceived of from a more abstract point of reference than that commonly utilized?
by mariana soffer.
read more at the total library: spacecollective
coherencia conectada
Georges Poulet:
“Like everybody else, I believe that the end of criticism is to arrive at an intimate knowledge of the reality criticized. Now it seems to me that such intimacy is possible only insofar as critical thought becomes the thought criticized, insofar as it succeeds in re-feeling, re-thinking, re-imagining that thought from the inside. Nothing could be less objective than such a movement of the mind. Contrary to common belief, criticism must avoid attending to any object whatever (whether it be the person or the author, considered as someone else, or his work, considered as a thing); for what must be obtained is a subject, that is to say, a spiritual activity that can only be understood if one puts oneself in its place and revives within us its role as subject.” – “Response de,” Les Lettres nouvelles (June 1959)
“Like everybody else, I believe that the end of criticism is to arrive at an intimate knowledge of the reality criticized. Now it seems to me that such intimacy is possible only insofar as critical thought becomes the thought criticized, insofar as it succeeds in re-feeling, re-thinking, re-imagining that thought from the inside. Nothing could be less objective than such a movement of the mind. Contrary to common belief, criticism must avoid attending to any object whatever (whether it be the person or the author, considered as someone else, or his work, considered as a thing); for what must be obtained is a subject, that is to say, a spiritual activity that can only be understood if one puts oneself in its place and revives within us its role as subject.” – “Response de,” Les Lettres nouvelles (June 1959)
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