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How to Survive the Agony of Falling in Love

28 Sunday Jun 2020

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The falling-in-love may be reciprocal, or it may be onesided; it may be successful, or it may be unsuccessful; it may be only a surface indication of other and very different events; but anyhow, deep down in the sub-conscious world, something is happening. It may be that two unseen and only dimly suspected existences are becoming really and permanently united; it may be that for a certain period, or (what perhaps comes to the same thing) that to a certain depth, they are transfusing and profoundly modifying each other; it may be that the mingling of elements and the transformation is taking place almost entirely in one person, and only to a slight degree or hardly at all in the other; yet in all these cases — beneath the illusions, the misapprehensions, the mirage and the maya, the surface satisfactions and the internal disappointments — something very real is happening, an important growth and evolution is taking place. Edward Carpenter

Threshold geography

24 Wednesday Jun 2020

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This is how space begins, with words only, signs traced on the blank page. To describe space: to name it, to trace it, like those portolano-makers who saturated the coastlines with the names of harbours, the names of capes, the names of inlets, until in the end the land was only separated from the sea by a continuous ribbon of text. Is the aleph, that place in Borges from which the entire world is visible simultaneously, anything other than an alphabet?” G.Perec.

“And with these, the sense of the world’s concreteness, irreducible, immediate, tangible, of something clear and closer to us: of the world, no longer as a journey having constantly to be remade, not as a race without end, a challenge having constantly to be met, not as the one pretext for a despairing acquisitiveness, nor as the illusion of a conquest, but as the rediscovery of a meaning, the perceiving that the earth is a form of writing, a geography of which we had forgotten that we ourselves are the authors”

Space is a doubt

21 Sunday Jun 2020

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Pictures by a friend : Emil Przepiorski
The wall has been like this since the Warsaw Uprising in 1944. German bullet marks.

“To live is to pass from one space to another, while doing your very best not to bump yourself. Space is a doubt” /  “Vivre, c’est passer d’un espace à un autre, en essayant le plus possible de ne pas se cogner. L’espace est un doute.“

G. Perec, Espèces d’espaces, p 14

Under a little tree

20 Saturday Jun 2020

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«My apologies to chance for calling it necessity.
My apologies to necessity in case I’m mistaken.
May happiness not be angry if I take it for my own.
May the dead forgive me that their memory’s but a flicker.
My apologies to time for the multiplicity of the world overlooked
each second.
My apologies to an old love for treating the new one as the first.
Forgive me far-off wars for taking my flowers home.
Forgive me open wounds for pricking my finger.
My apologies for the minuet record, to those calling out from the
abyss.
My apologies to those in railway stations for sleeping comfortably
at five in the morning.
Pardon me hounded hope for laughing sometimes.
Pardon me deserts for not rushing in with a spoonful of water.
And you O hawk, the same bird for years in the same cage,
forever still and staring at the same spot,
absolve me even if you happened to be stuffed.
My apologies to the tree felled for four table legs.
My apologies to large questions for small answers.
Truth, do not pay me too much attention.
Solemnity, be magnanimous to me.
Endure, O mystery of being that I might pull threads from your
veil.

Soul, don’t blame me that I’ve got you so seldom.
My apologies to everything that I can’t be everywhere.
My apologies to all for not knowing how to be every man and
woman.
I know that as long as I live nothing can excuse me,
because I myself am my own obstacle.
Do not hold it against me, O speech, that I borrow weighty words,
and then labor to make them light.»

Wisława Szymborska

216 steps for Pi days.

29 Friday May 2020

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				MAX 
		Euclid crashed. I lost 
		all my data, my hardware.

				SOL 
		Your mainframe?
	
				MAX 
		Burnt...
	
				SOL 
		What happened?
	
				MAX 
		I don't know, first I got 
		these horrible picks. Then 
		Euclid spits out some 
		numbers. Never saw anything 
		like it and then it fries. 
		The whole machine just 
		crashed.
	
				SOL 
		You have a printout?
	
				MAX 
		Of?
	
				SOL 
		The picks, the number?
	
				MAX 
		I threw it out.
	
				SOL 
		What was the number it 
		spit out?

				MAX 
		I don't know, just a long 
		string of digits.

				SOL 
		How many?
	
				MAX 
		I don't know.
	
				SOL 
			(Intense) 
		What was it, a 
		hundred and fifty, a 
		thousand, two hundred 
		sixteen!? How many?

				MAX 
		I don't know. Probably 
		around two hundred. 
			(Wondering) 
		Why?
	
				SOL 
			(Beat)...
		I dealt with 
		some bugs back in my Pi days. 
		I was wondering if it was 
		similar to one I ran into.

 

 

               Hold on, you have to slow 
		down. You're losing it, you
		have to take a breath. Listen 
		to yourself. You're connecting 
		a computer bug I had, a 
		computer bug you might have 
		had, and some religious 
		hogwash. If you want to find 
		the number two sixteen in the 
		world, you'll be able to pull 
		it out of anywhere. Two 
		hundred and sixteen steps 
		from your street comer to 
		your front door. Two hundred 
		and sixteen seconds you spend 
		riding on the elevator. When 
		your mind becomes obsessed 
		with anything, it will filter 
		everything else out and find 
		examples of that thing 
		everywhere. Three hundred and 
		twenty, four hundred and 
		fifty, twenty-three. 
		Whatever! You've chosen two 
		sixteen and you'll find it 
		everywhere in nature. But 
		Max, as soon as you discard 
		scientific rigor, you are no 
		longer a mathematician. You 
		become a numerologist. What 
		you need to do is take a 
		break from your research. You 
		need it. You deserve it 
		Here's a hundred dollars, I 
		want you to take it. If ,you 
		won't take it, borrow it. 
		Either way, take a break.
		Spend it however you like as 
		long as it falls in the 
		category of vacation. Real 
		world stuff, okay. No math.

 

 

 

Choosing the right friends

25 Tuesday Feb 2020

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חָבֵר טוֹב הֱיֵה לְיִרְאֵי ה’. הִתְחַבֵּר בְּחֶבְרָתָם. וּמֵחֶבְרַת פּוֹעֲלֵי אָוֶן הַרְחֵק, וֶאֱהוֹב הַמּוֹכִיחִים

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