Damaged People

We may come together for different reasons, sometimes for a shared value. Sometimes we share our happiness, sometimes our sadness. We tend to forget what other things exist in our lives for a while, that’s the beauty of the crowd and being a social animal. But, at the end, we have to go back to our lives. We keep living our own pains and try healing our wounds.

p.s: Writing this post reminded me of this song (where the title of this post comes from):

Oh Dreams!

There are some people in your life that love, and even if you don’t see them for years and stop thinking of them, your dreams will unconsciously keep living with them. You will wake up and realize you were in one of those dreams. The loved ones are still there and they’re getting older. This time you live a complete different life with them. Your dreams even change the way people talk to each other, maybe the way you always wanted it to be!

If I could talk to my dreams, I would tell then: “You’re one son of a bitch. You bring back thoughts to my mind and leave me with some delusions to keep living with them, and keep dreaming, what if life was like this?”

The Best Biography Ever

This is part of a Prof’s biography at the end of his paper:

To the chagrin of his two daughters Christina (5 and a half years) and Angela (9 months) and his wife Kelly (? years), he spends a lot of family time working on casual models related to IT adoption and GSS meeting processes. Some of his efforts are even published or forthcoming in journals such as ISR, MISQ, JMIS, and Decision Sciences with the rest relegated to the recycle bin for crayon drawings.

We’re F***ed!

From Wall Street 2, Michael Douglas (Gordon Gekko) to the class:

“You’re all pretty much fucked. You don’t know it yet. But, you are the NINJA generation. No Income, No Job, No Assets. You got a lot to live for too”

 

31st of May

By the Authority of Myself

I have conferred upon Today

the Degree of

Sexiest Weather of the Year

with all the Rights and Privileges pertaining thereto

bla bla bla

Commentary on UFOs

Listen kids, if you by any chance got a link about UFOs, don’t even think about watching it as you won’t learn anything useful but just get some 90% unreliable stories that include 80% junk. But even if you thought you’re too stupid to not watch it, it’s ok, just don’t watch it before going to bed. Even if you thought to yourself: “it’s late but I’ll be awake to do my stuff first after this documentary”, I have to tell you, you are making a huge mistake. You are asking why? Because you might fall sleep during the video and you will end up having a nightmare about aliens attacking to the earth and taking you away. Wait for it, that’s not all. After that you decide to move your mass to the couch so your neck does not hurt more than in the morning, but you keep having the same nightmare, and even when you get up and brush your teeth and go to bed, you will not have the same nightmare, but you will have another stupid dream.

So, that’s my recommendation to you, if you wanna do this, it’s up to. If you really wanted to, just make sure you don’t eat a super creamy lasagna while you’re watching the documentary.

 

p.s.: the documentary was this one: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-7894334334925055702#

Life is changing

Watching my nephew growing up with az many toys as he wants and all the attention he needs from his parents with all the up-to-dated techniques of dealing with a child, I sometimes feel being jealous of him. It makes me think that kids now here have a better life than ours back then there. Today I saw a Ted Talk video about the future of robots. It made me think how in future my nephew will think when he sees his nephews. I have seen him watching cartoons that are supposed to engage kids and motivate them to do the same physical activity that the cartoon characters do, but I should tell those respectful producers: YOU HAVE FAILED BIG TIME. Kids are not engaged nor motivated to do anything you tell them, they are not fools, they know this video is recorded and it really does not care about the response, so they simply sit and just watch what goes on (at least for kids who are kind of shy to do those stupid stuff in front of other people).

I have to say I really loved the idea of robots. I might regret it one day when they capture the world, but as the woman in the video says, people can feel connected to them (due to many psychological predictors). This never happens with a flat screen. We’ll see in the future how real was Spielberg’s A.I.!

Taz

While reading a paper, I noticed the authors where from the University of Tasmania, and even though I had heard the name before, I googled the university to see where it is. It is actually normal for me (and I guess most of the grad students) to find the most stupid reason to scape from reading and distracting myself. Anyways, it seemed that Tasmania is a beautiful island on the south of Australia, so I checked the images to see more. Suddenly I found an old friend’s picture there, one of my fav cartoon characters Taz.

So here comes my new findings:

• Taz is an animal that is found in Tasmania and is called Tasmanian Devil, and it actually sounds similar, check this video
• Taz is also combined with other devils’ characteristics, like dust devil
• Taz seems to be representing a teenage boy with down syndrome (you can see how nutz Taz is), which pissed of South Australian Down Syndrome Society
• Apparently many people thought Taz is too violent for their kids, it might be true but I love him

Betrayal of the Brain

After watching a series of videos about brain including ‘brain story,’ working on Knowledge, learning theories and such stuff, and reading this article (recommended) that a friend sends you, you constantly think about the processes in your brain. Then two occasions bring you to the conclusion of writing a post with the title that the reader can see.

1)

There was a talk at 3pm that I and a friend wanted to go to. It was part of the talks of department A that are usually in the building ZZZZ. We were in building YYY in our office until 2:50. We had to rush to get to building ZZZZ cuz it takes about 10 minutes to get there. My memory is usually terrible but remembering the building that the talk was going to be in was easy since it’s just three letters. I was pretty busy with checking news of egypt’s revolution and marking assignments before 2:50 but I constantly had this piece of information that the talk was going to be in building YYY.

Anywyas, we started to walk towards building ZZZZ, it was pretty windy and cold. We were almost there that my friend asked me which room it is at? I said: wait a minute (that was the moment that my memory and my consciousness came together, if consciousness is the proper word to use since that’s the biggest mystery to me know), the talk is at YYY-1234, why are we going to ZZZZ? After checking my email I made sure that it is going to be in YYY, so we ran back to YYY in that cold weather, which was not very bad actually since I barely have any physical activity.

2)

I was going to go to another city for the weekend to see the GF. The last bus on Friday night was before I was done with my job so I had to take the bus early saturday morning. I check the schedule on Friday nigh and the earliest bus leaves around 6, so I thought I do something against the nature of my laziness and love for sleeping forever, which was catching the first bus in the morning that’s around 6am. Thanks to what I call F***ed up transportation system caused by a F***ed up capitalistic system that car factories rule, there is just a crappy bus CC that goes there every 2 hours or something and it has bus stops in the middle of nowhere.

I amazingly get up early and check the schedule of CC and yes I have enough time to catch it, but I find out that I have to get the earlier city bus or I might miss the CC bus. So I rush to catch the city bus, yes I make it, go to the middle of nowhere to catch CC but I have to wait for 20minutes. It’s ok I am pretty prepared for this horrible windy snowy weather. The time that the bus should come passes so I’m pissed, 15 minutes even passes and there’s no traffic that delays the bus. Another wire in my brain that was disconnected now connects and I say shit, I screwed up again. Yes, I check the schedule for the 3rd or 4th time and pay attention to the schedule precisely, yes it says X67 in front of it, which means except Saturdays and Sundays! About two hours to the first bus is left, fortunately it’s close to the school and I can crash here and spend my time writing this post that a patient respectful reader like you reads it and I’m still wondering about this twisted mass in my skull.

The Bat Story

When you live in Canada, a peaceful and quiet country, usually not many exciting things can happen to you in your daily life except some natural stuff like my bat story.

Today when I heard my alarm clock, I was going to shut it up like everyday but there was a gentle feeling on my face that was not normal. I opened my eyes hardly and yup, it was a BAAAT!!! I freaked out like I haven’t freaked out like that ever, and I haven’t gone from sleepy to awake mode that fast ever in my whole life. The bat flew to the other side of the bed and I jumped out of the bed. Both staring in each other’s eyes, both were scared to death, but it was so cute. It was a lovely and scary feeling at the same time.

So how did the bat come inside? The only way possible is through an opening in the roof or wall and since it’s freaking cold here, obviously we have no holes. But the landlord had brought a guy to install a fan in my shower and definitely it was that guy who opened the door for this poor bat. Anyways, after trying to call the landlord to come and open the windscreen (since I tried myself and almost broke it) and he didn’t answer, there was no way but to risk taking the steps written in the website that the GF sent me.

It was definitely the scariest and most exciting thing I’ve done since bungee jumping in Ecuador. I actually didn’t want to do it but I saw the bat hanging from my Daf’s case and when I rolled it the bat didn’t move. So I used this opportunity to put a sweater on it as the instructions said. I was so scared and shouldn’t miss it so I should be so careful to do it right. I didn’t think I can do it but the bat was so tiny and scared that it didn’t move. When I put the sweater on it, the bat started screaming (very softly but still not good), and I ran out of the house and let the bat go.

Now after witting this, it seems funny how scared I was, I was even shaking 😀 Anyways, that’s my bat story!

 

p.s.: I even tried to call animal services but they didn’t answer 😛