El Valhalla, amigos, también tiene mucha mejor pinta que el rollo ese del cielo.
Vía el bellísimo vikingo ninja Gorinkai.
No rebloguear esto sería como negarme a mí misma, lo que me haría desaparecer en un magma de antisignificado cuántico.
(es que tengo un poco de fiebre)
PS: Hubiera molado mil más si el genuino autor del blog, el tal honeynut, se hubiera tomado la molestia de teclear Labyrinth en lugar de Labryrinth. Claro que igual tenía un Jareth en la ventana e iba con prisa. *suspiro*
Jareth: I’ve brought you a gift.
Sarah: What is it?
Jareth: It’s a crystal. Nothing more. But if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams. But this is not a gift for an ordinary girl who takes care of a screaming baby.
- Labryrinth
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La robótica, a favor del amor
- me: love
- urbanbot: The most spectacular,indescribable, deep euphoric feeling for someone.Love is an incredibly powerful word. When you're in love, you always want to be together, and when you're not, you're thinking about being together because you need that person and without them your life is incomplete.This love is unconditional affection with no limits or conditions: completely loving someone. It's when you trust the other with your life and when you would do anything for each other. When you love someone you want nothing more than for them to be truly happy no matter what it takes because that's how much you care about them and because their needs come before your own. You hide nothing of yourself and can tell the other anything because you know they accept you just the way you are and vice versa.It's when they're the last thing you think about before you go to sleep and when they're the first thing you think of when you wake up, the feeling that warms your heart and leaves you overcome by a feeling of serenity. Love involves wanting to show your affection and/or devotion to each other. It's the smile on your face you get when you're thinking about them and miss them.Love can make you do anything and sacrifice for what will be better in the end. Love is intense,and passionate. Everything seems brighter, happier and more wonderful when you're in love. If you find it, don't let it go.
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- Esto va a ser un no parar.
Yes, I believe a hurricane represents a form of non-organic life. It lasts long enough for us to give it a name. It assembles itself. It’s not living in the sense that it doesn’t breathe. But to ask it to breathe would be to impose an organic constraint on it. The thing doesn’t have to breathe, it doesn’t have to have a pulse. Even then, certain winds do breathe, say the monsoon, the wind that is most prevalent on the southern coast of Asia. It is a perfectly rhythmic creature: it blows in one direction for six months of the year, blows in the other direction for another six months, and every sea-faring people in Asia that made a living from the sea had to live with the rhythm of the monsoon. The monsoon gave those cultures their rhythm. If you want to go that way, well, you have to go that way in the summer, then you get there and you have to wait for the winter to come back. You have to plan your life to that rhythm. So the monsoon is a self-organizing entity, there is no command component at all, it is non-organic life, and it is a pulsing non-organic life. It even has the beat that we tend to associate with our hearts.
As it turns out, when the theorists of self-organization studied cardiac tissue, they discovered that you can take the cells of the heart, put them in a little flat plate and they’ll keep beating. In other words, what is making the heart beat is a similar process as to what is making the monsoon beat. It has very little to do with genes, that the flesh itself can beat, that non-organic life has this breathing rhythm all to itself.
Fuck yeah. Arribita los sistemas autopoiéticos!
An Interview with Manuel de Landa with Konrad Becker and Miss M. at VirtualFutures, Warwick 96 (via jmbr) (via egoismo)
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life will break you
“life will break you.
nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearnings.
you have to love.
you have to feel.
it is the reason you are here on earth.
you are here to risk your heart.
you are here to be swallowed up.
and when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt,
or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree
and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness.
tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.”- louise erdrich, the painted drum, p. 247
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Merci, Ms Ingram. Me queda tan poquito… :_)
Esto es para moresby. Antropóloga ella.
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Alucinad, mortales.
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The day without cats in the internet XDDD
