«A storm is blowing from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with
such violence that the angel can no longer close them. The storm
irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned,
while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is
what we call progress.» -- Walter Benjamin, Theses on the Philosophy
of History
Friday, August 31, 2012
in the zone
«The ZPD can therefore be seen not as a plane comprised of the ways in
which a child and adult work together on the former's assimilation of
subject-specific content, but as a sphere formed by the aggregate of
vectors that pass through a "point" of difficulty and that delineate a
child's diverse possible areas of development (the zones of potential
personality and cognitive changes, among others).» -- V. K. Zaretskii,
2009
which a child and adult work together on the former's assimilation of
subject-specific content, but as a sphere formed by the aggregate of
vectors that pass through a "point" of difficulty and that delineate a
child's diverse possible areas of development (the zones of potential
personality and cognitive changes, among others).» -- V. K. Zaretskii,
2009
Thursday, August 30, 2012
noticias falsas
«Si vas a plagiar noticias, no uses un sitio de noticias falsas como
fuente.» --http://www.guardian.co.uk/technology/blog/2012/aug/29/apple-samsung-trucks-nickels-fake
fuente.» --http://www.guardian.co.uk/technology/blog/2012/aug/29/apple-samsung-trucks-nickels-fake
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
corruption
«My husband has a definition for First World and Third World
corruption. In First World corruption, you pay someone to do something
they are not supposed to do; in Third World corruption, you pay
someone to do something they are supposed to do.» --
http://jamaica-gleaner.com/gleaner/20120829/letters/letters4.html
corruption. In First World corruption, you pay someone to do something
they are not supposed to do; in Third World corruption, you pay
someone to do something they are supposed to do.» --
http://jamaica-gleaner.com/gleaner/20120829/letters/letters4.html
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
omg ha ha ha
"Please note that the content of this book primarily consists of
articles available from Wikipedia or other free sources online." --
http://www.amazon.com/A-Thousand-Plateaus-Capitalism-Schizophrenia/dp/0816614024/
articles available from Wikipedia or other free sources online." --
http://www.amazon.com/A-Thousand-Plateaus-Capitalism-Schizophrenia/dp/0816614024/
Friday, August 17, 2012
fdr rms
«In the future days, which we seek to make secure, we look forward to
a world founded upon four essential human freedoms. The first is
freedom of speech and expression—everywhere in the world. The second
is freedom of every person to worship God in his own way—everywhere in
the world. The third is freedom from want—which, translated into world
terms, means economic understandings which will secure to every nation
a healthy peacetime life for its inhabitants—everywhere in the world.
The fourth is freedom from fear—which, translated into world terms,
means a world-wide reduction of armaments to such a point and in such
a thorough fashion that no nation will be in a position to commit an
act of physical aggression against any neighbor—anywhere in the
world.»—Franklin D. Roosevelt, excerpted from the State of the Union
Address to the Congress, January 6, 1941
«The freedom to run the program for any purpose. The freedom to study
how the program works, and change it to make it do what you wish. The
freedom to redistribute copies so you can help your neighbor. The
freedom to improve the program, and release your improvements (and
modified versions in general) to the public, so that the whole
community benefits.» -- http://www.gnu.org/philosophy/free-sw.html
a world founded upon four essential human freedoms. The first is
freedom of speech and expression—everywhere in the world. The second
is freedom of every person to worship God in his own way—everywhere in
the world. The third is freedom from want—which, translated into world
terms, means economic understandings which will secure to every nation
a healthy peacetime life for its inhabitants—everywhere in the world.
The fourth is freedom from fear—which, translated into world terms,
means a world-wide reduction of armaments to such a point and in such
a thorough fashion that no nation will be in a position to commit an
act of physical aggression against any neighbor—anywhere in the
world.»—Franklin D. Roosevelt, excerpted from the State of the Union
Address to the Congress, January 6, 1941
«The freedom to run the program for any purpose. The freedom to study
how the program works, and change it to make it do what you wish. The
freedom to redistribute copies so you can help your neighbor. The
freedom to improve the program, and release your improvements (and
modified versions in general) to the public, so that the whole
community benefits.» -- http://www.gnu.org/philosophy/free-sw.html
freedom from fear
(Sioux/Cave/Baudelaire)
From her to eternity!
Watch the muscles twitch for a brand new switch
Ah catch'em in my mouth!
and its naggin at me like a shrew
As if to reap her reward of sweet thankfulness.
Delphine, shaking her tragic mane and stamping her foot
watch the muscles twitch for a brand new switch
Who with torch in hand burn his very blood.
Plunge to the bottom of the abyss where all crime
Like a voyager who turns to look back
I will lift the veil of the more subtle pleasures
Doctor rectorates, rectorates condescending from
on high for all hallucinates see druggist in the sky in the sky
Ah catch'em in my mouth!
Full of remorse and horror, and livid,
Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl
Why the fixtures turn to serpents and snakes?
All thru this lonesome night
Mad shades, run to the goal of your desires;
But those of your lover will dig furrows
"And lull you to sleep in an endless dream!"
Never will a cool ray light your caverns
Cry! Cry! CRY!
Explain if you can my confusion and my fright:
The listless tears from her lacklustrous eyes,
Who wish to lead me onto shifting roads
I want to bury my head in your deep bosom
Go if you wish and find a stupid sweetheart, run
— Go down, go down, lamentable victims,
And yet I feel my mouth moving toward you.
Filter through, burst into flame like lanterns
Toward the blue horizons passed early in the day.
but I can hear the most melancholy sound
Wished to mix honesty with what belongs to love!
You, my heart and soul, my all, half of my own self,
To offer your virgin heart to his cruel kisses;
This desire to possess her is a wound
Damned, wandering, far from living people,
Which the eyes give forth like a long drawn sigh.
Scientist GP's with patient guinea-pigs
curing their head-aches with
drastic side-effects with drastic side-effects
Fled outa the window,
She was seeking, with an eye disturbed by the storm,
Even if you were an ambush prepared for me
As a wagon does, or a tearing ploughshare;
Hippolyta then raised her youthful head:
The sister of my choice whom I'd love forever
and standin' like this with my ear to the ceiling
To a violent breath which could make them wither?
Hippolyta dreamed of the potent caresses
Lying at her feet, calm and filled with joy,
Vicar experiments but 'tis blasphemy dismissing
thought of progress as the mark of devilry
as the mark of devilry
"And find in your breast the cool of the tomb!"
They're dying to switch they're dying to switch switch watch the
muscles twitch for a brand new switch
And flee the infinite you carry in your hearts!
O tell me why? O tell me why?
From her to eternity!
Through the chinks in the walls feverish miasmas
Ah hear her crying too.
Hippolyta, sister! please turn your face to me,
From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
Fulfill your destinies, dissolute souls,
but, I know, that to possess her
From her to eternity!
Turn toward me your eyes brimming with azure and stars!
Delphine gazed at her hungrily, with burning eyes,
I hear her walkin'
And permeate your bodies with frightful odors.
The strong beauty kneeling before the frail beauty,
Why the ceiling still shakes? Shakes! Shakes! Shakes!
From her to eternity!
They're dying to switch they're dying to switch switch switch watch
the muscles twitch For a brand new switch
Listen, I know it must sound absurd
Of horses or oxen, with cruel iron-shod hooves...
A yawning abyss; that abyss is my heart!
With that red sun whose name is love!
Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt
She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet!
They will pass over you like heavy teams
And black battalions of scattered phantoms
As if she were stamping on the iron Tripod,
In the pallid light of languishing lamps,
Outa her night-mare, and back into mine
O o o then ya know, that lil girl would just have to go!
Hot-tears come splashin on down
Walkin' barefoot cross the floor-boards
Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity!
People walk and even talk people listen then they halt something blows
up won't come down scattered muscles twitch too late to switch
Why... Why... that's the one right up top a mine
Which it has already marked with its teeth.
My kisses are as light as the touch of May flies
Boil pell-mell with the sound of a tempest.
Makes your flesh snap like an old flag.
Walk'n'cry! Kneel'n'cry-y!
"Woman here below can serve only one master!"
Scrutinizin' every lil bit of dirt
And the raging wind of carnal desire
Entranced by a sterile, insoluble problem,
As I do after a rich midnight feast.
Do not look at me that way, you, my dearest thought:
That caress in the evening the great limpid lakes,
I feel heavy terrors pouncing on me
Ah read her diary on her sheets
Superb, she savored voluptuously
And the beginning of my perdition.
Let our drawn curtains separate us from the world
May he be cursed forever, that idle dreamer,
The bleak sterility of your pleasures
I start to cry, I start to cry
That drew aside the veil of her young innocence.
The beaten, bewildered look, the dulled delight,
Nothing will satiate that wailing monster
From her to eternity!
Suddenly cried: "I feel opening within me they're dying to switch
they're dying to switch switch switch switch switch Will never warm
his palsied flesh O tell me why and don't tell me a lie!"
The sacred burnt-offering of your first roses
For one of those bewitching looks, O divine balm,
Roam like the wolves across the desert waste;
Increases your thirst and makes your skin taut
Leaking thru the cracks,
"Hippolyta, sweet, what do you think of our love?"
But the girl pouring out the vast grief in her heart,
He who would unite in a mystic harmony
Go down the pathway to eternal hell!
Walk'n'cry Walk'n'cry-y!!!
Is there something strange in what we have done?
Coolness with warmth and the night with the day
Like a strong animal watching a prey
Whipped by a wind that comes not from heaven,
Nor cool the thirst of the Eumenides
She was seeking in the eyes of her pale victim
Burning like a volcano and deep as the void!
I shudder with fear when you say: 'My angel!'
The silent canticle that pleasure sings
You will never be able to sate your passion
In deep cushions redolent of perfume,
Her defeated arms thrown wide like futile weapons,
And let lassitude bring to us repose!
And that gratitude, sublime and infinite,
"I am not ungrateful and I do not repent,
All served, all adorned her fragile beauty.
Down upon my face, Ah catch'em in my mouth!
From her to eternity!
Mine! O Mine!
Her eyes fatal, replied in a despotic voice:
And your punishment will be born of your pleasures.
Different lives in different places familiar problems same old faces
shuffled lives into wrong categories cross the wires and fuse
humanities
You will bring back to me your stigmatized breasts...
Is, therefore, not to desire her.
"Who dares to speak of hell in the presence of love?
The already distant skies of her naiveté,
The wine of her triumph and stretched out toward the girl
Delphine darling; I feel restless and ill,
You know, she lives in room 29
Ah ever heard!
And shinning it down the vine
That a bloody horizon shuts in on all sides.
Do you understand now that you need not offer
Oh Why? Why? Why?
The first one who in his stupidity
From her to eternity!
Watch the muscles twitch for a brand new switch
Ah catch'em in my mouth!
and its naggin at me like a shrew
As if to reap her reward of sweet thankfulness.
Delphine, shaking her tragic mane and stamping her foot
watch the muscles twitch for a brand new switch
Who with torch in hand burn his very blood.
Plunge to the bottom of the abyss where all crime
Like a voyager who turns to look back
I will lift the veil of the more subtle pleasures
Doctor rectorates, rectorates condescending from
on high for all hallucinates see druggist in the sky in the sky
Ah catch'em in my mouth!
Full of remorse and horror, and livid,
Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl
Why the fixtures turn to serpents and snakes?
All thru this lonesome night
Mad shades, run to the goal of your desires;
But those of your lover will dig furrows
"And lull you to sleep in an endless dream!"
Never will a cool ray light your caverns
Cry! Cry! CRY!
Explain if you can my confusion and my fright:
The listless tears from her lacklustrous eyes,
Who wish to lead me onto shifting roads
I want to bury my head in your deep bosom
Go if you wish and find a stupid sweetheart, run
— Go down, go down, lamentable victims,
And yet I feel my mouth moving toward you.
Filter through, burst into flame like lanterns
Toward the blue horizons passed early in the day.
but I can hear the most melancholy sound
Wished to mix honesty with what belongs to love!
You, my heart and soul, my all, half of my own self,
To offer your virgin heart to his cruel kisses;
This desire to possess her is a wound
Damned, wandering, far from living people,
Which the eyes give forth like a long drawn sigh.
Scientist GP's with patient guinea-pigs
curing their head-aches with
drastic side-effects with drastic side-effects
Fled outa the window,
She was seeking, with an eye disturbed by the storm,
Even if you were an ambush prepared for me
As a wagon does, or a tearing ploughshare;
Hippolyta then raised her youthful head:
The sister of my choice whom I'd love forever
and standin' like this with my ear to the ceiling
To a violent breath which could make them wither?
Hippolyta dreamed of the potent caresses
Lying at her feet, calm and filled with joy,
Vicar experiments but 'tis blasphemy dismissing
thought of progress as the mark of devilry
as the mark of devilry
"And find in your breast the cool of the tomb!"
They're dying to switch they're dying to switch switch watch the
muscles twitch for a brand new switch
And flee the infinite you carry in your hearts!
O tell me why? O tell me why?
From her to eternity!
Through the chinks in the walls feverish miasmas
Ah hear her crying too.
Hippolyta, sister! please turn your face to me,
From her to eternity!
From her to eternity!
Fulfill your destinies, dissolute souls,
but, I know, that to possess her
From her to eternity!
Turn toward me your eyes brimming with azure and stars!
Delphine gazed at her hungrily, with burning eyes,
I hear her walkin'
And permeate your bodies with frightful odors.
The strong beauty kneeling before the frail beauty,
Why the ceiling still shakes? Shakes! Shakes! Shakes!
From her to eternity!
They're dying to switch they're dying to switch switch switch watch
the muscles twitch For a brand new switch
Listen, I know it must sound absurd
Of horses or oxen, with cruel iron-shod hooves...
A yawning abyss; that abyss is my heart!
With that red sun whose name is love!
Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt
She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet!
They will pass over you like heavy teams
And black battalions of scattered phantoms
As if she were stamping on the iron Tripod,
In the pallid light of languishing lamps,
Outa her night-mare, and back into mine
O o o then ya know, that lil girl would just have to go!
Hot-tears come splashin on down
Walkin' barefoot cross the floor-boards
Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity!
People walk and even talk people listen then they halt something blows
up won't come down scattered muscles twitch too late to switch
Why... Why... that's the one right up top a mine
Which it has already marked with its teeth.
My kisses are as light as the touch of May flies
Boil pell-mell with the sound of a tempest.
Makes your flesh snap like an old flag.
Walk'n'cry! Kneel'n'cry-y!
"Woman here below can serve only one master!"
Scrutinizin' every lil bit of dirt
And the raging wind of carnal desire
Entranced by a sterile, insoluble problem,
As I do after a rich midnight feast.
Do not look at me that way, you, my dearest thought:
That caress in the evening the great limpid lakes,
I feel heavy terrors pouncing on me
Ah read her diary on her sheets
Superb, she savored voluptuously
And the beginning of my perdition.
Let our drawn curtains separate us from the world
May he be cursed forever, that idle dreamer,
The bleak sterility of your pleasures
I start to cry, I start to cry
That drew aside the veil of her young innocence.
The beaten, bewildered look, the dulled delight,
Nothing will satiate that wailing monster
From her to eternity!
Suddenly cried: "I feel opening within me they're dying to switch
they're dying to switch switch switch switch switch Will never warm
his palsied flesh O tell me why and don't tell me a lie!"
The sacred burnt-offering of your first roses
For one of those bewitching looks, O divine balm,
Roam like the wolves across the desert waste;
Increases your thirst and makes your skin taut
Leaking thru the cracks,
"Hippolyta, sweet, what do you think of our love?"
But the girl pouring out the vast grief in her heart,
He who would unite in a mystic harmony
Go down the pathway to eternal hell!
Walk'n'cry Walk'n'cry-y!!!
Is there something strange in what we have done?
Coolness with warmth and the night with the day
Like a strong animal watching a prey
Whipped by a wind that comes not from heaven,
Nor cool the thirst of the Eumenides
She was seeking in the eyes of her pale victim
Burning like a volcano and deep as the void!
I shudder with fear when you say: 'My angel!'
The silent canticle that pleasure sings
You will never be able to sate your passion
In deep cushions redolent of perfume,
Her defeated arms thrown wide like futile weapons,
And let lassitude bring to us repose!
And that gratitude, sublime and infinite,
"I am not ungrateful and I do not repent,
All served, all adorned her fragile beauty.
Down upon my face, Ah catch'em in my mouth!
From her to eternity!
Mine! O Mine!
Her eyes fatal, replied in a despotic voice:
And your punishment will be born of your pleasures.
Different lives in different places familiar problems same old faces
shuffled lives into wrong categories cross the wires and fuse
humanities
You will bring back to me your stigmatized breasts...
Is, therefore, not to desire her.
"Who dares to speak of hell in the presence of love?
The already distant skies of her naiveté,
The wine of her triumph and stretched out toward the girl
Delphine darling; I feel restless and ill,
You know, she lives in room 29
Ah ever heard!
And shinning it down the vine
That a bloody horizon shuts in on all sides.
Do you understand now that you need not offer
Oh Why? Why? Why?
The first one who in his stupidity
Saturday, August 11, 2012
flusser
"Pride is self-conciousness. Greed is economy. Lust is instinct (and
the affirmation
of life). Gluttony is the improvement of living standards. Envy is the
fight for
social justice and political freedom. Wrath is the refusal to accept
the limitations
imposed on human will; and therefore it is dignity. Sloth or Sadness
is the stage
reached by calm philosophical meditation."
the affirmation
of life). Gluttony is the improvement of living standards. Envy is the
fight for
social justice and political freedom. Wrath is the refusal to accept
the limitations
imposed on human will; and therefore it is dignity. Sloth or Sadness
is the stage
reached by calm philosophical meditation."
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