tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37865814498398702302024-03-13T23:26:20.523+01:00Ecce ego et ceteraCaveat Lector: the following blog "treats" the mysterious case of a postdoc in complex systems or a complex in postdoc systems, a self-proclaimed citizen of the world that is allegorically nomadic, an artsy aesthete who hearts the sea and beyond but has major difficulties traveling around.alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-45878994728987933732016-07-04T01:09:00.001+02:002016-07-04T01:09:07.971+02:00Official [Trailer] of [The Art and Science of Traveling]<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/7NfiLOppQSk" width="480"></iframe>alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-3986273868547425802016-05-06T21:32:00.002+02:002016-05-06T21:32:41.781+02:00I forgot who I am<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-44088301241098276902016-01-30T02:56:00.001+01:002016-01-30T02:56:26.640+01:00End of Love - Animated Poem by AL ABI<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-r72oruDxZk" width="480"></iframe>alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-62316804825379920072015-11-17T07:00:00.001+01:002015-11-17T09:21:23.554+01:00A letter of peace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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You are going to hate me for writing this but my jet lag has kept me up and gave me a taste of some of the nauseating posts and ignorant comments that the recent horrible events have rippled into my facebook feeds. Forgive me for puking a couple of extra thoughts into that disgusting pool of immature and vain finger-pointing that will get us nowhere.</div>
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To my friends in Paris, France, and the Western world, I send you my condolences and pray for your peace. You are free to mourn your people as you please, but comparing peoples' lives and tagging them with values as if some mattered more than others, is none of our business and it won't help us attain peace. Be kind to one another and pray for those who suffer today for you never know when this massive complex and unpredictable machinery we live in will turn against you one day and you will be in need of those who are safe and in position of helping you. Do not rush into blaming your government(s) for what happened and for taking the decisions they took for you have no idea what an alternative government you idealise would have done instead. On the contrary, be grateful for all the days of peace we have enjoyed until last week and thank the people putting their lives on the line to protect you. The safety we once knew in Paris has been a valuable commodity, but we had it at a certain price. If you and everyone were to be stopped and searched every hour at every public place or station then you might feel secure but not at peace. That would be ridiculous.</div>
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To my friends in Beirut, Lebanon and the neighbouring countries, I send you my condolences and pray for your peace. You have the right to be upset for not getting any media attention or social network coverage. However, think of it that way: Had it not been for Paris getting its coverage, Beirut would have never had the chance of making it to the headlines. I am proud of you for fighting for your rights an making yourself heard once opportunity rang your bell. However, now that your voice is heard and the world is all ears, be careful of what you wish for, of what you say and treat others with kindness. Beirut was Paris of the middle east and they certainly knew where it hurts the most when they hit us. Stay united, be grateful and join your sister, Paris, against terror.</div>
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To my friends all over the world, before pointing your fingers at a state, a government or a person, whether it is about your government not protecting you, or about a certain state of belief system threatening you, or about your friend putting a flag in support of a country and not another, or whether someone's comment mentioned some people in their prayers and forgot others, think of how this action will influence the zeitgeist and whether it will eventually buy you and the rest of us peace or not. We are all selfish and insecure to a certain extent, but don't let that hurt others for the sake of some personal security. Now is the time we put all this behind and focus on our more basic survival and existential security because it's at stake. Empathise! Spend time with the ones you love and you still have around you. Will you blame the government if they ever reach out to your family through internet and TV, if they convert your kids and brainwash them while you are busy taking sides and pointing fingers? That's what's happening! That's what has been happening and will keep happening unless you stop it!</div>
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I have lived in Lebanon during the war, in the US after 9/11 and I now live in Paris after having been expatriated for about 15 years. I cannot tell you how frustrating that is, especially now that I am close to acquiring a French citizenship (my application is being examined) and finally enjoying human rights that is really a matter of luck based on where you were born. That is heart-breaking, however, I am thankful that my family and friends are safe and that the local government is working hard to protect us and I shall do my best with arts and science, cinema and logic, words and prayers, your help and your imagination to make this nation a safer world. Of course, I will need your help! If you step outside your door and greet a stranger, you are helping me build this place! If you have more money, food or shelter than you need and you know that someone can make use of your kindness then you are helping me build that place. I have created several platforms to show and share this idea ALAgrApHY <a class="profileLink" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=129252097167402" href="https://www.facebook.com/1001caras/" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">1001 faces</a> <a class="profileLink" data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/page.php?id=1445278412374581" href="https://www.facebook.com/passasmileofficial/" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;">Pass a smile</a> ... but I will need your help!</div>
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I hate getting involved in politics for it's a nasty business but think of who is the final benefiter from all our fights over the silliest and most worthless of things. I hope that my message will echo first and foremost in the minds and hearts of those with doubts about their current governments, those not knowing who to vote for during the elections or those who were just convinced by the current events to vote for an alternative government, those tempted to blame it on a religion or a political party, those unsure about their friends' behaviours on social networks, those who lost someone and those who have not... If you will not discover love, forgiveness and tolerance NOW, in those most tumultuous of times, then you shall never ever know it. Peace to all mankind!</div>
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alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-30232168849330437262015-10-15T16:14:00.001+02:002015-10-15T16:19:54.977+02:00Chronophotography<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Almost 3 years ago, I did my first short film thinking it would allow me take photography a step further and help me tell more meaningful stories and share them with the rest of the world. Last year, on my way to Iceland, I had to flip a coin to decide whether to brave the erupting barbargunda volcano and all the consequences of being stuck on a distant Island or cancel my trip. I finally went and witnessed the most beautiful aurora borealis, geysers, waterfalls... I could not come back empty handed. This Sunday at 10.30 am, the short film I made in Iceland is screening at the Northwave film festival in a fishing village 2 hours off Reykjavik and Sunday after it's screening in Paris at the Brasilian Theater. I would love to share it with you and thank all those who participated in its completion. <br />
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Featured at the Vid Eo Cite "Passages" projection on the walls of the Cite Internationale (and funded by the FIE) on the 24 and 25 of May 2013 <a href="http://le-theatre-et-les-residents.com/billet-initiative/passages-video-installation-3/">http://le-theatre-et-les-residents.com/billet-initiative/passages-video-installation-3/</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/video.cite">https://www.facebook.com/video.cite</a>then projected in Cuidades Visibles in Cordoba, Argentina in 2013 <a href="http://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fciudadesvisibles.hol.es%2F%3Fpage_id%3D5&h=nAQHJFxiN&enc=AZO9CCec3xKC4aVoX8dmvubYbfjzKFOXP__iK-wt3oxiMW4VUIWpIr2BElGp5Cg7aE35ALxm0pkTzoAJtM7WEgG69vqO1VGDKKZVQp0ZZaWCvcJ7Qk_uDuP7o2RuEl50eycnSt8lvyM4xXC6M2FjUCT0&s=1">http://ciudadesvisibles.hol.es/?page_id=5</a><br />
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-Drole de Drames (2014)<br />
Selection/Awards: 48hfParis official Selection<br />
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Paris, Oct 2014: Cinema Action Christine, dans le cadre de faire un film en 48h<br />
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-<a href="https://www.facebook.com/missedconnections2032">Missed Connections</a> (2013-2014)<br />
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Official Selection of the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/games/fb_viewster/?fbs=-1">Viewster </a>Film Festival<br />
Official selection at the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Festival-CineRail/890819054298948">Festival CineRail</a><br />
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Amphitheatre de Jussieu, Paris, January 2014,<br />
International Viewster Film Festival December 2014<br />
Cinerail International Film Festival 16 December 2015<br />
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-<a href="https://www.facebook.com/ic2land">I C Land</a> (2014-2015)<br />
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Winner of the best experimental short film for the AFI<a href="https://www.facebook.com/marchedufilm">Marché du Film - Festival de Cannes</a> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/cannesworldpeaceinitiative">Cannes World Peace Initiative</a><br />
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Northern-Wave-Film-Festival/185817398185927">The Northern Wave Film Festival</a> Official Selection<br />
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Paris: 14 Dec 2014 (Maison de Portugal)<br />
Cannes: 21 May 2015 (Marche du Film at the Cannes Film Festival)<br />
Paris: 17 July 2015 (AntiCafe Innovation)<br />
Iceland: 17 Oct 2015 ( <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/1639709479621222/?action_history=null">I C LAND in ICELAND</a>Northwave International Film Festival)<br />
Paris 25 Oct 2015 ( <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/618070498335787/?action_history=null">L'art du voyage corporel, mental et spirituel</a> : Theatre Maison du Bresil avec la <a href="https://www.facebook.com/fundacaocaloustegulbenkian">Fundação Calouste Gulbenkian</a> et l’ambassade de Portugal en France)<br />
I have something written for a feature film that will be announced shortly after the production is confirmed!<br />
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alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-6924532466785596702015-10-14T12:48:00.001+02:002015-10-14T12:48:20.679+02:00I C Series: L'art du voyage corporel, mental et spirituel<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/OT83YX1cmJo?list=PLmBk_7V7neec06TnTtV0_-0P6aJtHETEX" width="480"></iframe>alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-12377538785326647122015-08-17T00:54:00.000+02:002015-08-17T01:02:20.683+02:00Let GO of the eGO: A New Meditation Method<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If I were a licensed psychiatrist and you came to see me, I would tell you there is no need for such a formalism and I would immediately prescribe to you a week of doing nothing at all and thinking about nothing any more in a secluded area whether it is by a beach or a mountain.<br />
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Unlike my previous trips that aim at breaking the record of how many thousands of things I can do, see, taste and experience per day, last week has known nothing more than a couple of beaches by a natural reserve in Corsica. For a week, I would spend a whole day on the beach, with monotonous observations and no particular thoughts until I would start to remember my childhood memories -- memories so foreign that they seem from a dream or from a different life. </div>
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This kind of meditation must certainly have a name and practitioners, otherwise I shall call it Al's Meditation Method (AMM) and it consists of experiencing one action, that could be tied to your childhood, repetitively and over a long period of time. It could be swimming, dancing, playing with animals, spending time with your parents or relatives... eventually, you would start to recall a huge deal of your childhood that will in turn set you free. You must be prepared for terrible childhood memories that you might have suppressed as a child. As a kid, like many kids, I did nothing but play. I had no issue with changing beach or exploring various sites. I would be happy to spend the whole summer on the same beach unknowing of an alternative which was blissful. If it is social networks that make us always unsatisfied with the plethora of choices we cannot afford to live, then we need to disconnect and let go of the ego. </div>
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One day, I spent 7 hours in a park watching kids play, love each other, fight, be jealous. Kids are so natural. They never try to be other kids. They just do what they like and they would cry otherwise. I have even been involved in the play as I fell asleep on one of the merry-go-round-ish swings that several kids have attempted to swing. I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the ride. </div>
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alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-12764720178246805862015-06-25T01:27:00.000+02:002015-06-25T01:27:05.253+02:00Sweet Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sometimes, although very rarely, but still, sometimes, I learn something about myself and I go WAAAAAW!<br />
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For example, the other day I realised that not only have I lost interest in dreams and lucid dreams but I started forgetting all my dreams and even forgetting whether I was writing down my dreams upon waking up as if that part taking notes has agglomerated and become part of my dreams lost to OBLIVION!<br />
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OUBLIONS tout sauf le faite que nous oublions tout juste en cas ou nous avons envie de revenir en arrière un jour et nous demander qui sommes nous, au moins nous dirons nous l'avons oublié au lieu de croire que nous somme ce que nous ne somme pas.</div>
alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-28271550748547548932015-06-22T19:50:00.002+02:002015-06-22T19:50:59.583+02:00Why I did a Cherry Ice Cream?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today, I did a cherry ice cream to kill time, because the person in charge of my application for a work visa was absent, because she saw pictures of her friends on Facebook enjoying their vacation and that made her ill, because she kept postponing her vacation for lack of ideas or desire, because fear taught her not to desire, because of negative consequences and social constructs, because when she was young she was bullied, because she was fat, because she binge ate cherry ice cream. </div>
alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-89400491535986802942015-05-29T14:53:00.000+02:002015-05-29T14:55:09.664+02:00Post-transhumanistic call for better introspective Shamans<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The post-spiritual alan-watts-inspired-ish jobless phase is nearing its end today as I sit typing this facing the Sorbonne University in Paris after receiving a best experimental short film award through an overly indulging experience at the Cannes Film Festival. All these mixed feelings and contrasts intensify my fish-in-a-sea feeling that varies between owning the see with ineffable freedom, and the ephemeral transient feeling of no anchors or points or reference that challenge time, memory and even existence. Finding the perfect balance between these two extremes has been a life challenge.<br />
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In the meantime and at shorter introspective patterns of existence, when I consult google auto-complete for existential questions that I have not thought of asking, I wonder how much have we lost through the confidence we have given to the machine and its artificial intelligence that is a collective but not necessarily additive or adequate form of intelligence.<br />
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I often find myself praising my preYoutube and preGoogle creativity and the sense of satisfaction it offered. It now feels as if I have become aware of a box that I must think outside of it when there has never been a box.<br />
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Those who had the privilege of good schooling, traveling and did not have to worry much about anything to do whatever they wished, will one day find themselves in a midlife crisis asking existential questions about who they are and what keeps them going...<br />
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Terrence McKenna and Jason Silva (among others) refer to technology and transhumanism as some kind of a shamanic entheogenic drug that could guide us spiritually to answer and ask more questions. But our very confidence in the machine of a collective artificial intelligence with oracle predictive powers hinders our introspective soul-seeking explorations leaving us with a few voiced choices that we get to compare and choose from. In the long run, fewer and fewer media-imposed approximations dominate the fast-responding Oracles for impatient soul-seekers until one day we will become so impatiently eager to know about ourselves that we will be getting the same ever converging answer, that is we are one network of selves consisting a higher self of a collective intelligence interfaced through our big-brothers: google, facebook, amazon, microsoft, apple.<br />
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I wonder, I wonder, when this becomes known to everyone, what kind of questions will we be curious to ask and answer in the future. Will we continue to play hide and seek with reality to keep us entertained and surprised? <br />
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alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-51012290837925838292015-03-25T11:57:00.002+01:002015-03-25T11:58:50.161+01:00Untitled for the same reason you were born<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dive into a plethora of philosophies, then bathe with poetry under this music-lit playlist shall you ever make it back from the profound bottomless mysteries of our universe.
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The closest I have been to lucid dreaming (ld) was passing the reality check and getting so excited that I was lucid in my dreams that I would wake up instantly afterwards ironically from the fear of waking up and loosing the lucid dream. Well that was until last night, after a series of many attempts and years of having given up on lucid dreaming.<br />
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Before going to bed, I planned visiting my hometown in Lebanon, meeting my folks and ultimately checking what's in my 3rd drawer facing my bed as a ld exercise. I had previously read so much about ld techniques and reality checks and awareness games that it ought to finally work.<br />
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I recall good fragments of my dream but not all of it. I remember meeting my parents by surprise which brought extreme joy to their hearts. I was aware of this being a dream and it did not want to share this information with them. I was happy to see them but again wished it was for real. I went to my room and checked to the drawer but it was very hazy and unclear. I felt my body vibrating in bed at that time and lots of energy was put in remembering or reconstructing from false or true memories what was in this drawer.<br />
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In my ld, I had a dream of me transferring a pine tree branch from the dream to the lucid dream which was not becoming more like a reality, possibly because I have not been doing any reality checks or because a dream within a dream is pretty tippy anyway. In my ld I was telling my folks about how I was able to get a branch from Lebanon to Paris. I thought that was awesome,<br />
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It feels as if I just woke up from a dream in which the last empty page of my passport was filled with a Thai visa and the week that followed was filled with nothing less than ecstasy -- No language has yet the words to describe the feeling of night snorkeling with bioluminescent plankton under a starlit sky with an eclipsed moon only 7 degrees off the equator by the Ko-Poda Thai Island. The same can be said or unsaid about a spice garden near Kandy in Sri-Lanka where I was taught all about cooking, self-healing and alternative medicine. Needless to mention all the lovely people I met and connected with along the way, some even on esoteric levels, the incredible sunsets we witnessed pinching each other for reality checks, the temples we visited and meditated at with no notion of time or space. Some places were so sacred to me that I did not even dare photograph even before my camera broke. I made a vow to myself while I was hostage of such astounding beauty to travel more often and in more meaningful ways before I forget how to recognize faces, elephants and dragons in clouds rolling by in the sky and before the tan migrates from my skin to that of other wanderers without prior notice. I will be posting some stills at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/alagraphy">ALAgrApHY</a> shall you wish to come along and travel with your friends.<br />
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I have given quite some time to the thought of what does it feel like to suddenly and consciously inhabit somebody else's body. Does it feel like our vision has been altered with a different white balance, sharpness or even angles of view, the sounds have a different equalization with the new ears, the smells we might suddenly become aware of, the odors from our guts to our skin now perceived raw with no filtering. Our new hair reacting to the wind in a new way perhaps making us feel like we might be wearing a peruke and perhaps even our skin might feel implanted and of a notable texture that we can describe in all sorts of details. Does that influence our language and the words we use to describe the same things such as an apple being less red but more pink?<br />
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Now consider with a stretch of your imagination, what would it feel like to suddenly become embodied in an animal, say a feline not to exaggerate. Do we feel all the now noticeable hair follicles, the warmth, the new vision, the new instincts and basic feline desires, the flexibility, agility and lightness. Perhaps the need to test all of these new features by walking around, stretching, purring, running, miao-ing and other feline activities?<br />
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Now that we have gone that far, why not imagine being a bird, a fruit fly and perhaps if bacteria and even unicellular organisms had a non collective consciousness I would suggest imagining that as a bonus exercise.<br />
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When was the last time you observed your surrounding all mesmerized, when was the last time your heart skipped a beat for misplacing your wallet in your left pocket for a fraction of a second and you were aware of that moment? When was the last time you were told you cannot travel because your passport expires in 5 months at the gate though you always thought that they did not want you where you lived? How does it feel after planning for the trip for months and saving for it for years? How does it feel when this person who was hindering your dream was turned down by her superior who has humane qualities left in her for compassion . I only wish ppl traveled more often. </div>
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Then it might feel urgent to append what follows. A man in his mid 40s enters the plane confusing the gate number with the seat number just in front of me. He only had his home printed ticket with no seat information. However, finally he is aware of the ticket given at check-in and guess where he is destined to sit for the next 10 hours? Yes, next to me, lucky me to share half a day with a half brained adult. But before I finish my sentence he is already gone scouting for another seat. What can I add after this ? </div>
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alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com0Charles de Gaulle Airport, Roissy-en-France49.00969 2.5479245tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-19818193860702071102015-01-12T17:06:00.001+01:002015-01-12T17:06:47.102+01:00Photonology: Hacking Reality with Psychotechnology<a href="http://photonologie.blogspot.com/2015/01/hacking-reality-with-psychotechnology.html?spref=bl">Photonology: Hacking Reality with Psychotechnology</a>: Who in his bored mind and mundane life would not be tempted to trick his brains into a dreamy state and enjoy its outcomes. While drugs...alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-34601985732487846302015-01-09T14:41:00.001+01:002015-01-09T15:10:52.442+01:00#Iamcharlie or #Iamnotcharlie, this is not the answer!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The past two days in Paris were nauseating. I tried to remain silent but that would only be in favor of violence and against the freedom of speech. I have mixed feelings. #Iamcharlie and #Iamnotcharlie, the former for the freedom of speech I have long fought for and the latter for the hatred it has provoked in the ignorant minds. I respect all religions although I practice none and I refuse to ever associate myself or others to an -ism for that is the work of a lazy mind. A guru does not come to you and tell you what book to read or what actions to do but will be sitting there waiting for you to come and ask questions. Wake up people! There is no religion, sexual orientation, skin color or hair style to blame for what happened with #charliehebdo and is still happening today. An eye for an eye and the world will become blind. Perhaps we are partially responsible for secluding some people from education and resources. Perhaps that is a wake up call for us to become more intuitive and think for ourselves. Perhaps this happened to shed some light on similar causes that might soon explode #iamafrica #iamlebanon #iamtibet... Paris was called the "city of light" for it was home for enlightenment and revolutions. I trust that it shall remain so braving the darkness and enlightening the rest of the world. A #momentofsilence for the victims.<br />
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alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-38913993318692775262015-01-09T11:15:00.000+01:002015-01-09T11:15:22.222+01:00La stagione dell'amore <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"la stagione dell'amore viene e va" ma quando viene cambia la nozione del tempo e non si rende piu conto quando era venuta e se sta per andare via o s'e' gia' partita. Si diventa ultra-percettivo, e basterebbe un'idea per illuminarsi o una foto per ricordarsi tutto il passato. In oltre, si diventa super-intuitivo e capace di isolarsi da tutte le distrazioni per capire l'essenza intro-e-retro-spetticamente. La mente drogata e paragonabile a quella innamorata. Non tema nulla! E capace di sognare senza frontiere. E capace di immaginare ogni circostanza come quando eravamo piccoli ma non ci ricordiamo dei nostri sogni effimeri e affannati.<br />
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Quella stagione dell'amore, vorrei sapere come mantenerla certo dopo accorgersi di averla. Come mantenere quel flusso di dopamina <i>ad infinitum</i>! Certo cerco di dormire di meno per sfruttarla, e di scrivere per non dimenticarla.<br />
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I have had the chance to visit many beautiful places and meet faces of great minds yet humble hearts who have helped me realise with the right combination of inner peace and self-awareness, how beautiful this transient infinity called life can be. I am utterly grateful for their presence in my life and in my heart.<br />
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Here is my 2 cents' worth of advice, that you have to forgive me if it may sound too shockingly straightforward and simple: Don’t meet people you don’t want to meet or go to places you don’t want to go to or do things you don’t want to do. Don’t hush your highs, yuck your yums and tame your dream, and above all, don’t take anything for granted or putatively just because the majority thinks so or your boss says so. Love yourselves so that you can love others and do not fear the consequences for energy is neither created nor destroyed and if you still worry listen to C. Sagan’s thoughts on this dot we inhabit <a href="https://soundcloud.com/adamfreeland/adam-freeland-pale-blue-dot-dj">https://soundcloud.com/adamf…/adam-freeland-pale-blue-dot-dj</a><br />
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I was so lucky to visit many fabulous places this past year that inspired me to start a series of short movies of which the first was premiered in Paris last month <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4268350/?ref_=nm_flmg_prd_2">http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4268350/?ref_=nm_flmg_prd_2</a> . Next on my myopic agenda is a trip to Thailand and Sri Lanka where I will join my buddy, Nut. Deivison and myself, are quarter-way through the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/1001caras">1001 faces</a>project and I am waiting for a couple of good news besides that of continuing my research at the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Universit%C3%A9-Paris-6-Pierre-et-Marie-Curie/108194042547237">Université Paris 6 - Pierre et Marie Curie</a> and the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/BnF-Biblioth%C3%A8que-nationale-de-France/298822067879">BnF - Bibliothèque nationale de France</a> for the next year or two.<br />
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Have you ever asked yourself, simply, how well can one be at well being? People ask "how are you" to which one usually replies, "I'm doing well/fine" but what extreme of well being can one aim for and attain? There is no reason why, if a person can be more well, there is no reason why he would not -- unless -- well, unless well being is some sort of near death experience that defies death and tinkers with other fears we must have auto-developed as we were growing up. But if well being was some sort of (harmless) epiphany, what would be the fatal dose, the heroic dose and what would be the withdrawal symptoms and the quantity of resistance if any at all? Will too much astonishment always be followed by a boring routine or can we find a way to hack our lives into infinite epiphanies each astronomically more enlightening than the previous one? ... Why take risks? Why adventure? Why the unknown? Fear is certainly the answer. Once you conquer it, you might get it!<br />
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Quando uno cresce tra i muri di una dottrina cattolica potrebbe accecarsi a vivere solo o a più di due e oltre biologicamente la sua necessita' di procreare, futilmente o no, diventa uno scopo nella vita.<br />
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Hace mucho tiempo que no escribo, igual hace mucho tiempo que perdi la noción del tiempo... Pero escribir no urge y tampoco leerlo, sin embargo y antes de concluir "nieztchemente" en las montañas virtuales de Torino, voy a contar la anécdota siguiente:<br />
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Compartimos todos, o casi todos, el dulce resabio de un sueno aun olvidado pero sabroso y buscamos los detalles convencidos que hay una verdad, una belleza, lo que sea, hay algo bueno que no entendimos y a entenderlo llegamos donde queremos y mas alla de donde fantaseamos.<br />
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El otro dia, he probado algo muy parecido al dulce resabio de un sueno efímero olvidado. Fue conociendo una persona en poco tiempo y descubriendo (o imaginando) en solo dos notches y con pocas palabras que fuimos a vivir dos vidas separadas en la misma maniera, o sea que ni necesitaba hablar de eso o mencionarlo porque era tan evidente en el modo de comunicarnos cuando era necesario. Habiendo vivido 2 vidas enteras de adultos desconocidos en pocos momentos descubrimos de carambola todo lo que podemos decir y no decir, haber dicho y no haber dicho y quizas tambien lo que diremos o seguimos sin decir. Era casi como haber ya vivido juntos porque ya nos conocemos. Al final, nos desculpamos de tener que separarnos sabiendo que nuestras vidas juntas serán futiles y aburridas... <br />
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Hoy y sin la minima noción del tiempo me quedo solo pensando si la comunicación era mas una reflection retro-y-intro-spectiva o una conclusion colectiva porque ya no se. Hoy y sin manana me pregunto si sera la ultima vez que me dejo sonar o la primera.<br />
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alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-68528652699843135052014-04-03T00:05:00.001+02:002014-04-03T00:12:01.227+02:00What have we done to ourselves?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A couple of weeks ago, I posted about a crowd funding project that if fully funded, it will allow me and the sponsors to participate in a unique exhibition opening at the Cannes Film Festival. I was stunned by how supportive some people were and willing to contribute for the VIP tickets knowing they would be fully refunded if the amount is not reached by the deadline of 8th of April. However, with the deadline nearing and the clock ticking, all the vows and wows are turning into bla bla, the very sign(ature) of insecurity that we are all prone to. And I'm not surprised as I have encountered that in my personal and professional life with people wanting to meet on Thursday -- for example -- but many unnoticed Thursdays passing by and others excited to collaborate over a scientific idea or develop an artistic vision, eventually all burrowed under soils of endless excuses, that my aesthete organs cannot perceive or penetrate. I have been trained to see and make beauty that translates into truth and therefore I have no sensibility towards flakiness and bullshit. However, I am putting all this behind and moving forward for everything happens for a good reason and in fact, I believe I have a sponsor that will cover all the exhibit's expenses. Regardless, whether I make it or not is not the issue as I would still have learned a very precious life-lesson that I am already sharing with you. As of today, forgive me as it might take a few weeks or months for me to get to know you better if we have never met and I am sure as you read this you will feel the same and empathise. I just want us to be clear that I am not here to impress you or be impressed by you as I barely manage to please my own self, and I am not here for fake unfelt like-for-like or wow-for-wow bazars. The worst place in earth is a place that lacks communication and it's sickening how social networks have destroyed our communication and I do not wish to proceed this way. If you are minimally suspicious of what I am trying to communicate in this message, perhaps this video might change your mind and it is never too late https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-ybt_Sjrp8 let's picnic soon, not the picnic app, a real picnic in the park!<br />
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alahayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00277739665754391512noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3786581449839870230.post-22820018278236608822014-02-22T15:10:00.000+01:002014-02-22T15:10:01.731+01:00Do you want comfort or happiness?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It might sound counterintuitive but you cannot have both. Once you are too comfy you loose the sense of risk and adventure, and you slowly vegetate into a lesser being, whatever that means. One of my favorite sayings "life begins at the end of your comfort zone" sums this up pretty neatly. On the other hand, "you have to eventually settle down" you whisper to yourself, and it becomes more of an ordeal with every trip and discovery until a week in one place becomes some kind of a phobia.<br />
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It is much easier to find comfort in happiness than happiness in comfort but I, along with other lazy and clairvoyant beings, have been more interested in the latter, be it for its assured long-term stability or for the challenges implied.<br />
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In parallel to my commitment to arts and sciences, I am trying to master, Greek, the 8th language as a challenge of neophiliac stability.<br />
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Languages are like people and countries that we revisit to remember and perpetuate great moments, especially those involving communication, putatively with other beings. When I am speaking a language I am nostalgic for the other ones I am not speaking (and ones I am not speaking to) just like being in a place and not in a myriad of other possible places. </div>
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