According to our latest calculations, the truth is out there with a probability of 4.5.
Guess our math guy looked for a greater than proportional posterior.
Further research is needed in order to rule out Ioannidis effect.
Great Spirit, my shame is as deep as the ocean,
and my sadness is unbearable.
i pray for enlightenment,
but fear that my prayer is too late.
Great Spirit, if this be so, then i pray for extinction.
Let my species become extinct, and vanish from the Earth.
Let my loins be barren,
let my seed not sprout,
let the race of men fall like leaves.
let my fields grow wild,
let my fences crumble,
let my cities turn to dust, and become forests.
let the grass drink my blood;
let my body be food for worms.
Great Spirit, let me die, that the Earth may live.
Tomado de a pretty nuts church, as them all are.
about one, about any, about all
siamese ear
siamese blood
wb
<insert> lyrics and music from Nirvana’s About a girl </insert>
for that’s all that i,
whether gloom or glad, can give
right now and right here.
ezra pound sat upon my bed
asked me which books as of late i’ve read
ezra pound sat upon my bed
asked me which books as of late i’ve read
asked me if i’ve read his own
and whether i could spare a pound
of flesh to cover his bare bones
i says, man, take a pound, take two
what’s a pound of flesh between
friends like me and you?
what’s a pound of flesh among friends?
what’s a pound of flesh among friends?
but if you’re never sorr-ee-y
if you’re never sorr-ee-y
if you’re never sorry
then you can’t be forgiven
if you’re not forgiven
then you can’t be forgotten
if you’re not forgotten
then you must live forever
if you live forever
you cannot be reborn
if you’re not reborn then
you can’t be a baby
if you’re not a baby
you can’t learn how to crawl
if you cannot crawl away
then you must stay in bed all day
if you stay in bed all day
be sure to have some visitors
ezra pound’ll sit upon your bed
ask you which books as of late you have read
ask you if you’ve read his own
and whether you could spare a pound
of flesh to cover his bare bones
you’ll say, man, take a pound, take two
what’s a pound of flesh between
friends like me and you?
what’s a pound of flesh among friends?
what’s a pound of flesh among friends?
what’s a pound
of flesh
among
friends?
Tomado de plenty Reg
-*- No siendo parte de la solución, debo ser parte del precipitado -*-
[a] bubble out of time
where naught and naught add up two
sempiternally
and i would ask for time
and she would give me time
but time is not given
and time is not taken
it just sifts through its sift
pardons to miss spektor. last part adapted from buildings
prelude to the faithful departed
every day, chaque r\^eve
Le ladrarán a mi sombra los perritos vagabundos,
con mi modesto equipaje llegaré del Más Allá,
y arrodillado en mi Río de la Plata lindo y sucio,
me amasaré otro incansable corazón de barro y sal.
Y vendrán tres lustrabotas, tres payasos y tres brujos,
mis inmortales compinches gritándome “¡Fuerza, che,
nacé, nacé, dale pibe, metéle hermano, que es duro,
pero muy bueno el oficio de morir y renacer!”
Renaceré, renaceré, renaceré,
y una gran voz extraterrestre me dará
la fuerza antigua y dolorosa de la Fe,
para volver, para creer, para luchar.
Tendré un clavel de otro planeta en el ojal,
porque si nadie ha renacido, ¡yo podré!
Mi Buenos Aires siglo treinta y uno, ya verás:
renaceré, renaceré, ¡renaceré!
Renaceré de las cosas que he querido mucho, mucho,
cuando los dioses digan bajito “Volvió…”
Yo besaré la memoria de tus ojos taciturnos,
para seguirte el poema que a medio hacer me quedó.
Renaceré de las frutas de un mercado con laburo,
y de la mugre serena de un romántico café,
de un sideral subterráneo Plaza de Mayo a Saturno
y de una bronca de obreros por el sur renaceré.
Pero verás que renazco en el año tres mil uno,
y con muchachos y chicas que no han sido y que serán,
bendeciremos la tierra, tierra nuestra, y te lo juro
que a Buenos Aires de nuevo nos pondremos a fundar.
Renaceré, renaceré, renaceré,
y una gran voz extraterrestre me dará
la fuerza antigua y dolorosa de la Fe,
para volver, para crecer, para luchar.
Traeré un clavel de otro planeta en el ojal,
porque si nadie ha renacido ¡yo podré!
Ciudad del siglo treinta y uno, ya verás:
renaceré, renaceré, ¡renaceré!
un lunes de 1972 hecho pedazos
<quote>
Lo que pasa con los sue\~nos: cuando despertamos, lo que burdamente se recuerda es el “argumento, algo tan distinto al verdadero sue\~no como el tema de ese pobre diablo a la obra de Shakespeare.
[…]
Que no seas capaz, como me dec\’is, de escribir sobre “cualquier tema” es un buen indicio, no un motivo de desaliento. No creas en los que escriben sobre cualquier cosa. Las obsesiones tienen sus ra\’ices muy profundas, y cuanto m\’as profundas menos numerosas son. Y la m\’as profunda de todas es quiz\’a la m\’as oscura pero tambi\’en la \’unica y todopoderosa ra\’iz de las dem\’as, la que reaparece a lo largo de /todas/ las obras de un creador verdadero: porque no te estoy hablando de los fabricantes de historias, de los “fecundos” fabricantes de teleteatros o de best-sellers a medida, esas prostitutas del arte.
[…]
Y no deb\’es escribir una sola l\’inea que no sea sobre la obsesi\’on que te acosa, que te persigue desde las m\’as enigm\’aticas regiones, a veces durante a\~nos. Resist\’i, esper\’a, pon\’e a prueba esta tentaci\’on[…]
</quote>
Fragmento tomado de Abadd\’on, el exterminador. Ernesto Sabato.
until
there’s no longer
first class or second class citizens of any nation
until the colour of a man’s skin
is of no more significance
than the colour of his eyes
i got to say war
that until the basic human rights
are equally guaranteed to all
without regard to race
i say war
until that day
the dream of lasting peace
world citizenship
and the rule of international
morality
will remain just a fleeting illusion
to be pursued
but never attained
and everywhere is war
until the ignoble and unhappy regime
which holds all of us through
child abuse
yeah
child abuse
yeah
sub-human bondage
has been toppled
utterly destroyed
everywhere is war
war in the east
war in the west
war up north
war down south
there’s war
and the rumours of war
until that day
there is no continent which will know peace
children
children
fight
we find it necessary
we know we will win
we have confidence
in the victory
of good
over
evil
fight the real enemy
Tomado de on ze run y alterado para que quede tal como la cant\’o la sacerdotisa Bernadette Mary en octubre 3 de 1992
Firstly, let’s start with some context. The following happens to be a quite obvious and kinda lame probability result, yet it is also remarkably true:
REFERENCES:
Diaconis, P. and Mosteller, F. “Methods of Studying Coincidences.” J. Amer. Statist. Assoc. 84, 853-861, 1989.
Littlewood, J. E. Littlewood’s Miscellany. Cambridge, England: Cambridge University Press, 1986.
</quote>
Tomado de: Weisstein, Eric W. “Law of Truly Large Numbers.” From MathWorld–A Wolfram Web Resource.
Como puede leerse, se la conoce como la ley de los n\’umeros de a de veras grandes, and well, i truly believe in this law.
Secondly, it is conspiring. At this very moment, i ain’t sure if it is doing so for me or against me, but rest assured, it is conspiring.
Thirdly, it seems it will be but a matter of time. Even if we don’t consider such a dense set as the time contiuum for counting and building up our sample, only staying inside my fucking house could probably manage to outwit it. Thus, it is clear, i will lose. One day, i will walk out my front door, walk around, take a bus and suddenly find that the law has caught up with me.
Lastly, when that happens, i can be certain that i’ll be shocked. In that instant i shall feel that i never expeted it, that i thought it wouldn’t happen, that i actually believed it was not possible. At that moment, i wont remember this post, i wont remember that i had forseen it coming and it will hit me in the face.
p.s. sentence of the week: bad grammar makes me [sic]
watta beautiful song by dj shadow with such a gorgeous video by wong kar wai
it’s got me obsessed although it hasn’t rained for days now
i’d wish mr wai were to direct more videos, but i’ll be more than happy just by seeing more of his movies
negotiations breaking down
see those leaders start to frown
it’s sword and gun day
tomorrow never comes until it’s too late
you could be sitting taking lunch
the news will hit you like a punch
it’s only tuesday
you never thought we’d go to war
after all the things we saw
it’s april fools’ day
tomorrow never comes until it’s too late
tomorrow never comes until it’s too late
you hear a whistling overhead
are you alive or are you dead?
it’s only thursday
you feel a shaking on the ground
a billion candles burn around
is it your birthday?
tomorrow never comes until it’s too late
tomorrow never comes until it’s too late
make tomorrow come I think it’s too late
Tomado de on ze run