on relationships and on memory
The great secret of memory is that it mostly encodes the relationships between things more than the details of the things themselves. When you memorize a melody, you encode the relationships between the notes, not the notes per se, which is why you can easily sing the song in a different key.
[ discovermagazine.com - 10 Unsolved Mysteris Of The Brain ]
~peste 50 de ani lumea nu-si va mai aminti cine am fost eu sau tu dar isi va aminti raportul dintre noi~
[ C.N. catre G.L. ]
In the traditional view of perception, information from the outside world pours into the senses, works its way through the brain, and makes itself consciously seen, heard, and felt. But many scientists are coming to think that sensory input may merely revise ongoing internal activity in the brain. Note, for example, that sensory input is superfluous for perception: When your eyes are closed during dreaming, you still enjoy rich visual experience. The awake state may be essentially the same as the dreaming state, only partially anchored by external stimuli. In this view, your conscious life is an awake dream.
rezumat intestin
1. nu mai am timp (n-am avut niciodata decat iLuzia® ca am)
2. nu mai am luxul de a nu ma mai purta cu manusi cu orice
3. j’ai besoin de passer au niveau deux.
…
Ode to my guardian angel
A Csitari Hegyek Alatt
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A csitári hegyek alatt
Régen leesett a hó
Azt hallottam kisangyalom
Véled esett el a ló
A csitári hegyek alatt
Régen leesett a hó
Azt hallottam kisangyalom
Véled esett el a ló
Kitörted a kezedet
Mivel ölelsz engemet
Kitörted a kezedet
Mivel ölelsz engemet
Így hát kedves kisangyalom, nem lehetek a tied.
Amoda le van egy erdö
Jaj, de nagyon messze van
Középibe, középibe
Két rozmaringbokor van
Amoda le van egy erdö,
Jaj, de nagyon messze van
Középibe, középibe
Két rozmaringbokor van
Egylik hajlik a vállamra, másik a bábaméra
Bábaméra, bábaméra, bábaméra
Egylik hajlik a vállamra, másik a bábaméra
Így hát kedves kisangyalom, tied leszek valaha
Somewhere on the mountain side
The winter cold fell long ago
My little angel why did you have to fall out riding in the snow
If your arms are broken, tell me how
Will you ever hold me now
Darling then my little angel
How can I be yours again?
Look, in the distance there is a wood
But it is so far away
In the middle, in the middle
there are two rosemary bushes
Look, they are each leaning on each other, supporting each other
So you see, my darling little angel… somehow we will find a way.
se apropie viitorul…
oamenii cand sunt fericiti cred mai mult in dumnezeu.
ce fain zicea sorin dumitrescu aseara la nasu despre nichita stanescu: “cand eu suiam treptele culturii romane, nichita suia treptele apogeului. pentru ca acolo sus e alta scara - scara apogeului. sunt doua scari diferite.” (citat aproximativ)
“cata bunavointa a avut cu mine”, tot despre nichita stanescu.
in rest nu are rost sa mai zic altceva. cine nu l-a cunoscut pe nichita stanescu (si re-cunoscut, si de asta mi-s foarte mandru, in prietenii lui - cei adevarati - in care si-a lasat amprenta) sa faca bine sa se grabesca ca se cam apropie viitoru’.
pe de alta parte chiar mai aproape de viitor si nu in neaparata cearta cu al treilea cel mai genial roman de dupa eminescu sta nenea oswald spengler si mistoul lui eseu despre om si tehnica. mi se pare mie sau l-o fi citit si heidegger? ce mai conteaza. oricum dupa cum zicea nea noica eseul trebuie sa fie ceva foarte lejer, fara prea mare seriozitate. lautarism cu alte cuvinte la spengler daaar… daca tot a fost asa raspandita cartea aia sau macar ideile semi apocaliptice ale lui nenea, probabil ca cei care au citit-o cumva cumva au regasit ceva cunoscut lor pe-acolo.
in cu totul alt plan cica se face si 3d cu action script 3. care are nume de cod “astro”. era un joc mai demult astro 3d. :)) era pt windows 95. (si 98). pana una alta as3 asta vine cam la pachet cu formatul (proprietar?) de xml de la adobe. mxml? parca asa ii zice.
si acum… un reboot.
ps. was ist ist was ist nicht ist moglich… ceea ce imi aduce vag aminte de niste amintiri vagi despre o discutie mai veche desspre aristotel si ce inseamna virtualul.
intr-un interviu (video) cu coanda reportul il intreaba: “unde v-ar place(sic) sa traiti” coanda:”vezi, am trait in toata lumea… peste tot. am fost peste tot! si nu pot sa spun ca este o tara, afara de de a mea; de aia am venit, m-am reintors, nu cred ca este alta tara ca sa ma cheme cum ma cheama aici.” si apoi invoca apa , care e alta in china si alta in europa si alta in oltenia… si zice ca vrea sa-si mentina aceasta structura cat poate el mai bine. teoria mistica a apei la henri coanda, fiul generalului coanda, doctor la sorbona si ofiter in armata romana.
Glider
The glider is a pattern in Conway’s Game of Life that travels across the board. It was first discovered by Richard K. Guy. It is the smallest spaceship, and it travels diagonally at a speed of c/4. The glider is often produced from randomly-generated starting configurations.
Gliders are important to the Game of Life because they are easily produced, can be collided with each other to form more complicated objects, and can be used to transmit information over long distances.

I knew I’m smart.
Later edit: The Sampo, described in the Kalevala, was a magical artifact constructed by Ilmarinen, the blacksmith god, that brought good fortune to its holder; nobody knows exactly what it was supposed to be. The Sampo has been interpreted in many ways: a world pillar or world tree, a compass or astrolabe, a chest containing a treasure, a Byzantine coin die, a decorated Vendel period shield, a Christian relic, etc. In the Kalevala, compiler Lönnrot interpreted it to be a quern or mill of some sort that made flour, salt, and gold out of thin air.
Calmul oriental
Daca vreodata voi vizita Turcia… in mod sigur va fi si din cauza documentarului si in special a clipului astuia. Nu le am eu cu poezia cu astea dar si cand imi pica ceva cu tronc… si-mi place… apai imi place si ma obsedeaza o vreme si ramane undeva acolo de tin minte si peste multi ani. Toata povestea asta mi-a amintit de un alt stralucit reprezentant al natiei sale domnul Mehmet Turgut, fotograf de meserie. La el am mai intalnit ceea ce-mi pare a fi spiritul Turciei care e in mare masura spiritul orasului Istanbul. Ia asemanare cu situatia de pe la noi, unde Bucurestiul e un sfert de tara.
ben bir bülbül olsam ötsem bahçelerde
her türkümde yaksam adını üzerine
her sabah $akırım gülüm
gülüm ninna ni na nay… (burayı salladım)
ben bir martı olsam uçsam denizlere
rüzgarlara açsam giderim sehere (burayı da salladım)
her kanadımı çarpışta,
gülüm ninna ne na nay
—
Wäre ich doch nur eine Nachtigall im Garten
würde ich euch all meine Lieder singen.
Meine Seele hätte dann keine Kraft für Kriege.
Wäre ich doch nur eine Möwe,
würde ich über die Meere fliegen.
Ich würde mich auf die Winde schwingen,
und auf große Reise gehen.
—
Would I be a nightingale in a garden
I would sing to you all my songs
My soul would have no energy for war.
Would I be a seagull
I would fly over the seas.
I would ride the winds
and part on a great trip.
Flex
Sunt in faza de incearcamultechestiinoisivezicare-tiplace si am incercat flex sdk cu flex builder si cred ca-i foarte tare. FUCK GOOGLE si FUCK SEO, asta-i gara mea!!! Asta asa ca sa stiti si voi ce cred.
ah. si fuck instalare complicata pt ruby. go adobe. go apple. go create.
bâza mă de-aici.

