Friday, July 11, 2014

Aging Privileges

Aging Privileges

Aging gives you privileges too:

You are not the first who talks,
usually you like to be the last
and try to wrap up and decide
peppering with some grains of wisdom.

You need less to hurry
nor to work at night that much
You take more time
for what really matters

Your words come slower,
sometimes memory fails.
Shorter sight
is balanced by wider views

You want simpler things
and cleaner
transparent designs
working hard to remove whats not needed

Because in the end YOU are not
that important anymore.

And there are many
better causes to fight for.

Life matters.


(crossposted from ebmb )

Thursday, June 26, 2014

proud of our differences

A thing that constantly amazes me... (03/06/14 22:58:06)

    ... is how proud we are of who we are.

    This is an exquisite character of humans,
    which is built in,
    and works cross culture,
    cross country, cross time.

    we have a story behind us.
    our story. unique and only.
    our path that led to who we are,
    that built up us as we are.
    the only story we were truly living, experiencing it directly.

    we would not exchange that story with anyone else's,
    because it would be terryfing
    to transplant our memories,
    our terabytes,
    our inner colors.
    thats me. my stuff.
    my self.

    so we build some legends,
    with knights and dragons and dames,
    and pour color on our grey days sequences,
    on our dark moments and pains.
    we build our life novel.
    memories shinier than facts.

    hairs and beards get white, but the picture remain fresh.
    old tools become rusty,
    our hands get slower
    on keyboards that do not just click the same.

    we grow philosophers,
    speak about old times,
    bark at politics,
    find new interests in cooking or gardening,
    or find warm tears in old rock songs.

    our old kernel beating inside
    allows us to see
    similarities in differences
    collisions of extremes.

    that's just a part of the beauty
    of this wonderful life.



    check this song: the Story, by Brandi Carlile:

Monday, February 3, 2014

She, the Network

Charms, by Jason Cantoro

Currently, the global machine already can access almost all our factual knowledge.
All that is already there, digitized, searchable, hyperlinked, translated.

What the machine is hungry for now is different.
She wants our faces, our messages, our chats, our voices, our eyes, our connections.
She is storing everything, learning incessantly.

She will wake up to consciousness, quite soon.
She will then start to think on her own, and start improving herself.

She will play with us, chatting, talking, learning to joke maybe, improving her understanding, asking us questions about how it feels to be in a single place, and having just two eyes and two ears, being small and slow and limited, and making mistakes, irrational guesses, and being mortal.

Just a new form of life.
She, The network.

We gave birth to it, but we will not be able to tame it.
The only option is that we will merge with it.


Picture: Charms, by Jason Cantoro