Skill is insulation that wraps neural circuits in reponses to certain signals.
Between scientific conferences, universities, and the homes of colleagues all over the world.
Hark, now hear the sailors cry.
The Temptation of St. Anthony (detail), 1946 Oil on Canvas, 89.5 x 119.5 cm (35 1/4 x 47 in.) Brussels, Musées royaux des Beaux-Arts de Belgique
Even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious.
Charles Bukowski didn’t say you should find what you love and let it kill you.
Categorize to save yourself.
Become it first.
All of life is practice.
A data pitstop on the way to China.
Change the conversation and you control the brand.
Place yourself in circumstances of want, and ask yourself, “is this what I fear?
Ending the dual-currency system is expected to lead to the eventual removal of subsidies and bankruptcy.
San Juan, Puerto Rico.
You were on your own.
You’re never at the beginning of some event.
Nothing is known of attempts to recover the nuclear weapon and presumably it is still in the ocean.
…not until 1949 that decrypted cables from the United States Army Signal Intelligence Service (SIS)’s “Venona” project revealed Fuchs was a Soviet spy.
Those in paradise were given a choice: happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. There was no third alternative.
It’s called modelling.
We think we can see space.
But these movies built a generation of men who are now in their 30s and 40s.
“I make a sketch of the person” said Mr. K., “and make sure that one comes to resemble the other.”
So preoccupied your body starts accumulating bruises, scratches, sprains.
I came to bring this song / From the crystal tears.
Perfectly happy for us to think nothing is going to get any better.
Babies are not blobs, but true scientists.
An uprising of octopi.
A long life spent in a miserable way.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Life is a condition.
Forget about forgetting.
Bigger, funnier, sexier than ever.
Seek out some simple and true feeling.
How come you don’t understand that this is
“A new background created without hope or joy, without feeling of permanence or without a conviction of its rightness. But inevitably beautiful.” June 1936, Anais Nin
Un padre con su hijo.
Start drinking. Daydream about your death.
Whatever and whoever.
A link to Tversky and Kahneman.
Sharing is caring.
I had consumed and then I created, or rather, I had chewed something up and spat it out.
I thought about what you said regarding the men/being women thing.
It’s within your capacity to ask yourself what you think and what you know.
Biometrics and boredom.
Writer, poseur, mama’s boy, and tips on how to woo him.