Neuroeconomics
8/11/06
I have been observing this curious quirk that has been creeping into the minds of the computer savvy generation encountered with a new project! I am talking about making folders and hopping from website to website and downloading documents with seemingly related contents into this magical repository. We name it 'nsf_fellowship_application' and for the next 4 month or so we stair at it. As of the faith of this folder, it is to be determined by the next crash of the Windows operating system. In some sense computers have facilitated procrastination and loitering. So, cheers and happy folderfication!
8/9/06
A Eulogy to an Effulgent cumulus (firstcomet):
Once again he was feeling like an isolated cumulus floating in the boundless sky. He only could see the endless blue and he was feeling only blue! In his nostalgic and weary existential state, while trying hard to protect his bucket of dews from the hands of the plunderer sun, once again he looked down at people and their mundane lives. However, there was something different this time. The old mantra seemed to had lost its effectiveness, the familiar lullaby didn't rhyme the same, and the heros of his bedtime stories were long gone! But, he couldn't possibly give up; since the good tidings of the arrival of the bearer of the most limpid dew had already reached the denizens of the nautical dawn. So, he decided to carry on!
7/15/06
Danced dirty till 5:00am and bought 20 shares of Time Warner- thinking that the escalating middle east conflict will push the news networks stock prices higher. Could it be wrong?
Learned a new lesson and made a new decision after watching the Pirates of the Caribbean- Dead Man's Chest. The lesson is a personal one. The decision is to take advantage of the public sentiments towards certain movies and actors/actresses by exercising option trading surrounding the time of the movie’s first debut. In this case Disney’s stock did fantastically during the premiere of the Pirates of the Caribbean.
7/14/06
7/3/06
FLY
Fly, fly little wing Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the whitest dove Upon the wind of heaven's love
Past the planets and the stars Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain And fly again
Fly, fly precious one Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore But hold this mem'ry bittersweet
Until we meet
Fly, fly do not fear Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free Be on your way, don't wait for me
Above the universe you'll climb On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set But I won't forget
Fly, fly little wing Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right Go now, find the light
--CELINE DION Lyrics
The softest cloud, the whitest dove Upon the wind of heaven's love
Past the planets and the stars Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain And fly again
Fly, fly precious one Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forevermore But hold this mem'ry bittersweet
Until we meet
Fly, fly do not fear Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free Be on your way, don't wait for me
Above the universe you'll climb On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set But I won't forget
Fly, fly little wing Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right Go now, find the light
--CELINE DION Lyrics
7/2/06
On Post-Selfism
Post-Selfism Manifesto!
We are living in an era in which the prospect of a Post-Selfist movement is eminent. A Post-Selfist, entangled with new discoveries in cognitive sciences, finds the scientific bases for creating a new grammar of bewilderment:
“Sometimes I sits by I,” says a Post-Selfist, “and I wonders why I exists?”
“Have you ever wondered and then wondered why you wondered?” whispers as he watches the fireworks.
Post-Selfism is the attitude of a new objectivity, a new approach to the very definition of values. So, it is very typical of a Post-Selfist to ask: “Is it intelligible to rely on one’s intelligence?”
Post-Selfists are at the verge of developing a new perceptual faculty. A new faculty that transcends and transforms all internalized perceptual tools. A new faculty that cannot be imagined, explained, or conceived. Ironically, that very fact is the deriving force behind Post-Selfist movement.
As Post-Selfism starts to emerge as a novel movement in the coming years, Post-Selfists always remember that Post-Selfism is an exigency of time not a universally acclaimed truth of any sort.
--from sometime ago
We are living in an era in which the prospect of a Post-Selfist movement is eminent. A Post-Selfist, entangled with new discoveries in cognitive sciences, finds the scientific bases for creating a new grammar of bewilderment:
“Sometimes I sits by I,” says a Post-Selfist, “and I wonders why I exists?”
“Have you ever wondered and then wondered why you wondered?” whispers as he watches the fireworks.
Post-Selfism is the attitude of a new objectivity, a new approach to the very definition of values. So, it is very typical of a Post-Selfist to ask: “Is it intelligible to rely on one’s intelligence?”
Post-Selfists are at the verge of developing a new perceptual faculty. A new faculty that transcends and transforms all internalized perceptual tools. A new faculty that cannot be imagined, explained, or conceived. Ironically, that very fact is the deriving force behind Post-Selfist movement.
As Post-Selfism starts to emerge as a novel movement in the coming years, Post-Selfists always remember that Post-Selfism is an exigency of time not a universally acclaimed truth of any sort.
--from sometime ago
On Birth
I want to pick up the pen and draw a picture. Picture of an earth compartmentalized into dry lands called continents. I’m particularly interested in a little subsection within one of those compartments. That’s my homeland, …. Somewhere in the far north of this land I was born as a result of a biological urge. Maybe a preprogrammed plan to be carried out by an amature group consisting of a couple! As of the etiology of this urge: it has been called the original sin and remains the everlasting curse!
What was she doing there? I think she was giving birth to an art work….
I thought it took two to make things! But, she was alone and it was cold out there.
"It’s a very interesting artwork," I commented.
"You should tell it to the shop owner. He is sometimes too worried about it," she replied.
Deli and beverages…. Cookies and coffees and the rest was abstraction and delicate work of art….
But, what was I doing there? A gas station in Alameda…. That’s true, I had gone to Lake Thunderbird for canoeing and I biked my way back to home. It was nice!
What is life? A series of discrete events that hopefully one day we can make sense of?
-from simetime ago
What was she doing there? I think she was giving birth to an art work….
I thought it took two to make things! But, she was alone and it was cold out there.
"It’s a very interesting artwork," I commented.
"You should tell it to the shop owner. He is sometimes too worried about it," she replied.
Deli and beverages…. Cookies and coffees and the rest was abstraction and delicate work of art….
But, what was I doing there? A gas station in Alameda…. That’s true, I had gone to Lake Thunderbird for canoeing and I biked my way back to home. It was nice!
What is life? A series of discrete events that hopefully one day we can make sense of?
-from simetime ago
On Morality and Philosophy
I have a great deal of contempt for morality, intelligence, and any other concept defined in a general sense. What if a maxim does not hold in a particular situation? Should I be intimidated by its grandiose and forced to its observance? What if a different set of etiquettes pay off in a system; shall we not redefine who a gentleman is? One might provoke the subjective happiness as the driving force behind ones action. To whom I shall say: "I can see your generous soul behind your trite expressions!"
Let philosophy make us fly. Let philosophy be a cause of transcendence. Let not to degrade this all mighty product of our rationality. Let it nurture our rationality so that the mighty course of evolution selectively bypasses all other human -all too human- faculties.
Let not to enter human obduracy into this equation. Let them to annihilate in their week-kneed will. Or let philosophy command them to what behooveth them. Let not tone this instrument but by the utmost high melodies of good will.
Maybe after all I was right when I said:
Masses need direction. Directors need philosophy. Philosophers need good music. Musician shall stay away from all masses, all directors, and all philosophers!
Maybe philosophy is condemned to struggle in this quagmire of absurdness and nausea!
So let us go back to our music!
“…
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you,
hear it, feel, it, secretly posess you,
…”
--from simetimes ago
Let philosophy make us fly. Let philosophy be a cause of transcendence. Let not to degrade this all mighty product of our rationality. Let it nurture our rationality so that the mighty course of evolution selectively bypasses all other human -all too human- faculties.
Let not to enter human obduracy into this equation. Let them to annihilate in their week-kneed will. Or let philosophy command them to what behooveth them. Let not tone this instrument but by the utmost high melodies of good will.
Maybe after all I was right when I said:
Masses need direction. Directors need philosophy. Philosophers need good music. Musician shall stay away from all masses, all directors, and all philosophers!
Maybe philosophy is condemned to struggle in this quagmire of absurdness and nausea!
So let us go back to our music!
“…
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you,
hear it, feel, it, secretly posess you,
…”
--from simetimes ago
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