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 7 Feb 2005 @ 02:43
...slaving away in voluntary isolation on a book in Portuguese to appear this month in Brasil, no time to check e-mail or anything else.
But tonight, we got out to mingle in the streets with the Sao-Roquers (that's the Holy Rockers, in plain English).
It's Carnaval time, even the camera had too much wine from the tap (chopp de vinho, as it's called here).
More than 2000 dancers in a parade of 6 Samba schools, much less Samba than in Rio (16 dead in the first 2 days of Carnaval, still counting) or in Sao Salvador, but we enjoy the laid back, relaxed attitude of the people here.
What else could you expect from a town which has a 'Church of the Matrix' ( Igreja da Matriz) in its very center?
Just when you thought you escaped the Matrix, there you are right back in it... More >
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 29 Jan 2005 @ 17:43
Incredible as it may seem, this is the time of book releases.
The collection of short stories of Nemus, the Great Little Lion King, along with many short stories that are not part of Polar Dynamics 1 (and a few that are), is printed and ready to ship early next week (only in Brazil, sorry, but I will bring a few to Italy!).
AND, the first of three volumes of The Logs of JD Flora (Daughter of Time), is available at booksurge.com.
Hallelujah!
Search for.. More >
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 29 Jan 2005 @ 03:24
shame on me...
I haven't mentioned the book (re-) release of Polar Dynamics 1, a compilation of texts written by mememe and Ed Dawson. Truly Amazing, Beyond, and Everything...
Just order it from amazon.com, or better (more centavos for me and Ed) from booksurge.com.
Should have said something a month ago already...
tonight, visiting a local art show in Mailasqui, Mailasque, Mailasky, Maylaski, Maylaski, Maylasque, or however else it may be spelled, ... More >
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 28 Jan 2005 @ 03:51
We are all in despair here, it's raining, the hen doesn't talk to the rooster anymore (see picture), it's past midnight and it's approaching the 20 degree Celsius barrier of comfort (76F or so).
Frigging cold, I used to say North of California...
So, why did the chicken cross the road???? More >
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 22 Jan 2005 @ 20:34
Had so much to do and no Internet readily available that I missed out a lot on the BLOG action...
As so often the last 14 months or so, I promise to change this now...
So much news... Polar Dynamics as book available via booksurge.com and amazon.com, Polar Dynamics in Russian availabe, Brazilian version of Polar Dynamics in progress, collection of writings in Brazil available as 'Between the Heavens and Earth' ...
well, well, well...
will update all links on my pages soon.. çheck them out tomorrow or so! More >
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 1 Jan 2005 @ 17:22
this will be an interesting new year to come..
I celebrated xmas in a family of Santistas (not a cult or political party, NO!), all die-hard fans of FC Santos, the club of Pele and now Robinho (who goes to Europe for 20 Million Euros, or so they say..)
The photo here is from Sao Vicente, the arch-rival of Santos, practically the same city from my viewpoint, a rivalry which makes me think a lot...
Then, in Rio during New Year, one can see the rivalry between Cariocas and Paulistas (people from Rio and Sao Paulo)... More >
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 19 Nov 2004 @ 19:10
The Grimm's spent a lot of time on that story. Here is an interesting
comparison betwen the version from 1812 and 1857.
It's really TWO stories in one.. and as a sidenote, the Frog, in Ifa, is the symbol of Eshu as he goes all path... even into the deep well..
enjoy, if you can...
The Frog-King, or The Iron Henry
IN old times when wishing still helped one, there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest was so beautiful that the sun itself, which has seen so much, was astonished whenever it shone in her face. Close by the King’s castle lay a great dark forest, and under an old lime-tree in the forest was a well, and when the day was very warm, the King’s child went out into the forest and sat down by the side of the cool fountain, and when she was dull she took a golden ball, and threw it up on high and caught it, and this ball was her favourite plaything. More >
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 18 Nov 2004 @ 17:16
New archetypes are born from mutations of existing ones. This is following the ‘Prime Directive’ as specified in the Genesis of the Torah as ‘Copulate and Multiply’.
As such, this is less a dramatic event as one might think. It happens routinely every day around us. Some dramatic examples are the archetype of the ‘lonesome cowboy’, the ‘sadistic Nazi’, the various forms of punks, Hell’s Angels, to name a few. Essentially, every movie or TV star represents a new archetype, a new Orisha. In this sense, becoming a ‘star’ is an ascension to God-like dimensions while still on Earth.
A delicate question arises here: who really created the new archetype?
The person itself, it’s PR machinery, the masses who make the star their idol? Or, did the archetype already exist and just found an incarnation, or better manifestation, of itself at a given opportunity?
The people around President Bush believe firmly that ... More >
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 12 Nov 2004 @ 13:12
Looking out the window, I realize I better balance my happiness with some serious thoughts... how about a fairy tale for children, for example...
Like this one:
Grimm: Godfather Death (Version 1812)
by Jacob Ludwig Grimm and Wilhelm Carl Grimm
A POOR MAN had twelve children and was forced to work night and day to give them even bread. When therefore the thirteenth came into the world, he knew not what to do in his trouble, but ran out into the great highway, and resolved to ask the first person whom he met to be godfather. The first to meet him was the good God who already knew what filled his heart, and said to him, "Poor man, I pity you. I will hold your child at its christening, and will take charge of it and make it happy on earth." The man said, "Who are you?" "I am God." "Then I do not desire to have you for a godfather," said the man; "you give to the rich, and leave the poor to hunger." Thus spoke the man, for he did not know how wisely God apportions riches and poverty. He turned therefore away from the Lord, and went farther. Then the Devil came to him and said, "What do you seek? If you will take me as a godfather for your child, I will give him gold in plenty and all the joys of the world as well." The man asked, "Who are you?" "I am the Devil." "Then I do not desire to have you for godfather," said the man; "you deceive men and lead them astray." He went onward, and then came Death striding up to him with withered legs, and said, "Take me as godfather." The man asked, "Who are you?" "I am Death, and I make all equal. "Then said the man, "You are the right one, you take the rich as well as the poor, without distinction; you shall be godfather. "Death answered, "I will make your child rich and famous, for he who has me for a friend can lack nothing." The man said, "Next Sunday is the christening; be there at the right time." Death appeared as he had promised, and stood godfather quite in the usual way... More >
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 23 Oct 2004 @ 12:49
It is a strange irony of life, perhaps the biggest of its kind, that the people who think they make free choices are the ones that have the least freedom in doing so.
Bound in clusters of confused, entangled abstractions, formed by words that have lost all contact to what they were created for, they live in clouds of thought, their actions are determined by forces that they never heard or thought of.
Since time immemorial, they act out the very same scripts that they and others have played out in countless replays, yet it doesn't ever occur to them. Being convinced that what they do is their own free choice, their actions are yet predictable like the tides of the sea.
At the same time, there are those who think that they would NOT have a choice in their lives, that they MUST do what they HAVE to do because of OTHER people and the world as such.
A few say "Sure, the world is a give and take, a combination of cause and effect, but when I want to, I have a free choice, sure, no doubt about it!"
Then, about all of them, when put on the stand, they justify their 'choices' in life like a person on the stage, hypnotized to touch their tie whenever someone says a certain word.
Is it possible to reach the doorstep to 'free choice' without first realizing the scripts one is playing along with the role one assumes within those scripts?
More often than I like I hear the same question, over and over: can you please explain to me my own scripts and the role I am playing within them? And I typically respond: dear friend, this is a futile, if not impossible, task, a ridicilous attempt, a vain effort, wasted time, an insult to the senses, a blasphemy of the mind, a violation of the rules of this Universe, a wrong choice, a paradox, and the very cancellation of individual liberty, to describe the play to an actor after the curtain has been raised. If the actor does not remember by himself what the show is all about once it's on the air, he must fail utterly. Sure, a hint or two will help him to remember, but the fact remains that he must remember what it is all about by himself in order to have just a tiny chance for success.
The average man boldly assumes to be standing at the top of the spectrum of life, yet, within the core of their own major religions, they are at the very center of this spectrum, yielding the maximum amount of freedom to choose which way to go, a freedom that they then promptly forfeit.
What is said here may sound cynical. But the lies, the tragic irony of mankind, its betrayal of its very own destiny, the sabotage of its own struggle, is reaching far deeper than words could ever express.
At first glance, it may thus appear that the experiment 'mankind' failed utterly. Upon a closer inspection, it shows, as it always does, that one extreme creates its very opposite: the blatant ignorance of the masses is balanced with the insight of a very few, most of which will then phantasize that they would be better than the rest of us. Future alone will demonstrate the final result of this experiment.
There is no one to blame. It's a choice. It always has been so. More >
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