Unlocking the brain

So I was watching this documentary on Daniel Tammet, a math savant. He has great ability with numbers and a special synesthetic relationship with them, identifying them by shape, color, texture and feeling. He performs calculations without actually calculating. The way he describes it is that he sees a landscape which evolves, and these landscapes are linked to numbers which he can extract the answer from. Pretty interesting. The documentary also shows kids trained for years in the use of an abacus, who are able to perform calculations using an imaginary one, extremely fast.

sunny days

June 11th Lately my only expectation is for a sunny day. I like to go outside and lay on the grass and have the warmness ease the cutting wind. I stay there for a long while thinking about nothing. It’s pretty quiet here. I enjoy that very much. The land is wide and I sit right in the middle. The walls keep me from seeing the outside, the trees keep me from seeing most of the walls.

Lying wasting time; Wasting time lying

These are amusing links about how one lies to oneself. So much about that “the truth will set you free” bullshit we’ve been hearing all our lives. Where does that come from, anyway? The truth will NOT set you free. It can lift a bit of the weight of mundanities off your shoulders, but it will add on twice that weight in other things. The overwhelming innards of the universe, for one…

pwnage

Whenever I’m moving forward, there comes [element] and pwns me - fubars me completely (I’m fucked up beyond all recognition), usually emotionally. The element of pwnage can be anything: a word, a sentence, a look, a turn in weather, a page unwritten, a poem unmeasured, a grudge I hold all beyond eternity, people suffering - and WAY too many people being born! … I mean, just about anything and everything is waiting to fuck me from behind!

Milanesa

Today it is wonderful. The sky is effectively bluer than me. Can’t spot any clouds from here. When I got outside I was hit by this warm and dense wave. For a split second, I was thrown into a beach. I ripped off my clothes and jumped about on the soft sand. I then ran towards the sea, frolicking on the foamy crests and being driven ashore by the tide, falling on the sand at last, to look like milanesa beef.

mamãe viu teresa morta já sem unhas nos...

a galáxia inteira perdeu o sentido. nos.. o quê? dedos? ouvidos? calcanhares? cotovelos? oficialmente pode não ser mais, mas os pés de plutão continuarão a me chocar pela eternidade. afinal, dona maricélia, isso não é coisa que se diga a crianças de 8 anos de idade assim do oco, do espaço, do buraco negro, ou do nada, até! principalmente para uma criança com imaginação…