Another Sad Song

Cam aşa m-am simţit eu în ultimul timp. De fiecare dată când sunt deprimată descopăr câte o melodie în care mă regăsesc. De data asta a fost Another Sad Song de Bandidos. Am descoperit-o din greşeala cum găsesc eu toate melodiile pe utube; căutam de fapt melodii din Sailor Moon.
Azi am vazut ultimul episod ... poate d-asta sunt mai trista ca de obicei. Cred că oamenii ar trebui să-şi revadă desenele preferate şi după ce au crescut. Învaţă mult mai multe după ce le privesc cu un ochi uşor critic şi sceptic mai ales ideea de magie şi puterea dragostei şi bla, bla...
Azi mi-am dat seama încă o data de ce Sailor Moon au fost desenele mele preferate, şi tot azi, am realizat că a fost un fel de model, chiar dacă nu am observat până acum, am ramas cu multe idei şi vise şi...
Şi acum ma oftic puţin când văd că nu au fost ale mele, ci împrumutate într-un fel.
toti ne-am dorit să ajungem ca eroul nostru preferat, şi eu mi-am dorit, dar pentru mine acum e puţin ciudat că înca mai vreau să semăn cu ea în anumite privinţe. Să am încrederea aia oarba în oameni şi în lumea asta şi în visele mele şi cel mai important să le şi realizez.
Mda... sentimental shit :))
o merit. Mâine o să fiu mai veselă puţin. Trebuie să mă pregătesc pentru sesiune. O să fie ciudat totuşi că nu o să mai am episoade noi de văzut...
Trebuie să-mi fac de lucru...ceva pentru suflet.

ZIZ

The ziz (Hebrew: זיז) is a giant griffin like bird in Jewish mythology, said to be large enough to be able to block out the sun with its wingspan. It is considered a giant animal/monster corresponding to archetypal creatures. Behemoth, Leviathan and Ziz were traditionally a favorite decoration motif for rabbis living in Germany.

Some say that the ziz was created to protect all of the birds and that if the ziz did not exist, then all the smaller birds on Earth would be helpless and killed. The Ziz is also an immortal creature that terrified the people that entered its territory and those who killed birds.^{[citation needed]} The Ziz is also believed to be a simple metaphor for air and space, along with the Behemoth as land and Leviathan as the seas and oceans.

The giant ziz lives on in children's literature. He figures prominently in a story from Gertrude Landa's (also known as Aunt Naomi) 1919 collection Jewish Fairy Tales and Legends. The ziz also appears in four recent books by Jacqueline Jules and illustrated by Katherine Janus KahnThe Hardest Wood, Noah and the Ziz, The Ziz And the Hanukkah Miracle and The Princess and the Ziz. The Ziz is an awesome, fiasco-prone, but kind-hearted creature who learns important lessons from God. Note that this mythological bird is in Midrash rather than standard Jewish eschatology. (all from Kar-Ben Publishing) -

There is also the cliff of Ziz, the pass by which the horde of Moabites, Ammonites and Mehunim made their way up from the shores of the Dead Sea to the wilderness of Judah near Tekoa.

(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ziz)

okok, stiu ca n-am mai postat nimic de o groaza de timp, dar d-abia am avut timp sa mai respir si nici acum n-am terminat treaba. Sincera sa fiu n-am mai citit nimic decat ce mi-a trebuit pt scoala, deci....sa mai dau inainte de vacanta de Paste(pe care ,apropo o sa fiu nevoita sa mi-o iau singura :)) ) pe la biblioteca pt ceva haios. Nu de alta, dar urmeaza partialele si apoi imediat sesiunea si iar n-o sa mai am timp de nimic ... Oricum saptamana trecuta la un curs a iesit ditamai taraboiul cand le-am povestit al 2-lea rasarit de arthur c. clarke, parerile au fost impartite dar toti au refuzat sa se puna in situatia lor, cred ca ideea de baza la ei a fost ceva de genul: asa ceva nu ni s-ar intampla noua, nu e nici o legatura. Am fost singura impotriva tuturor :)) , se pare ca nu sunt multi cei care mai citesc sf...
in fine
o sa revin

Homo sapiens declared extinct

AD 2380: After a painstaking ten-year search, from the Tibetan highlands to the Brazilian rainforests, it’s official — there are no more human beings. “I suppose I have to consider this a personal setback,” said anthropologist Dr Marcia Raymo, of the Institute for Retrograde Study in Berlin. “Of course we still have human tissue in the lab, and we could clone as many specimens of Homo sapiens as we like. But that species was always known primarily for its unique cultural activity.” “I can’t understand what the fuss is about,” declared Rita “Cuddles” Srinivasan, actress, sex symbol and computer peripheral. “Artificial Intelligences love to embody themselves in human forms like mine, to wallow in sex and eating. I’m good for oodles of human stuff, scratching, sleeping, sneezing, you can name it. As long as AIs honour their origins, you’ll see plenty of disembodied intelligences slumming around in human forms. That’s where all the fun is, I promise — trust me.” The actress’s current AI sponsor further remarked via wireless telepathy that Miss Srinivasan’s occasional extra arms or heads should be seen as a sign of “creative brio”, and not as a violation of “some obsolete, supposedly standard human form”.
A worldwide survey of skull contents in April 2379 revealed no living citizen with less than 35 per cent cultured gelbrain. “That pretty well kicks it in the head for me,” declared statistician Piers Euler, the front identity for a collaborative group-mind of mathematicians at the Bourbaki Academy in Paris. “I don’t see how you can declare any entity ‘human’ when their brain is a gelatin lattice, and every cell of their body contains extensive extra strands of industrial strength
DNA. Not only is humanity extinct but, strictly speaking, pretty much everyone alive today should be classified as a unique, post-natural, one-of-a-kind species.” “I was born human,” admitted 380-yearold classical musician Soon Yi, speaking from his support vat in Shanghai. “I grew up as a human being. It seemed quite natural at the time. For hundreds of years on the state supported concert circuit, I promoted myself as a ‘humanist’, supporting and promoting
human high culture. But at this point, I should be honest: that was always my stage pretence. Let’s face it: gelbrain is vastly better stuff than those grey, greasy, catch-ascatch- can human neurons. You can’t become a serious professional artiste while using nothing but all-natural animal tissue in your head. It’s just absurd!” Gently fanning his wizened tissues with warm currents of support fluid, the grand old man of music continued: “Wolfgang Mozart was a very dull creature by our modern standards but, thanks to gelbrain, I can still find ways to pump life into his primitive compositions. I also persist in finding Bach worthwhile, even in today’s ultracivilized milieu, where individual consciousness and creative subjectivity tend to be rather rare, or absent entirely.”
Posthumanity’s most scientifically advanced group, the pioneer Blood Bathers in their vast crystalline castles in the Oort Cloud, could not be reached for comment. “Why trouble the highly prestigious Blood Bathers with some trifling development here on distant Earth?” demanded
President Arno Hopmeier of the World Antisubjectivist Council. “The Blood Bathers are busily researching novel realms of complex organization far beyond mere ‘intelligence’. We should feel extremely honoured that they still bother to share their lab results with creatures like us. It would only annoy Their Skinless Eminences if we ask them to fret over some defunct race of featherless bipeds.” A Circumsolar Day of Mourning has been declared to commemorate the official extinction of humanity, but it is widely believed that bursts of wild public enthusiasm
will mar the funereal proceedings. “When you sum them up,” mused Orbital Entity Ankh/Ghih/9819, “it’s hard to perceive any tragedy in this long-awaited event. Beasts, birds, butterflies, even the very rocks and rivers must be rejoicing to see humans finally gone. We should try to be adult about this: we should take a deep breath, turn our face to the light of the future, and get on with the business of living. “Since I’ve been asked to offer an epitaph,” the highly distributed poetware continued, “I believe that we should rearrange the Great Wall of China to spell out (in Chinese of course, since most of them were always Chinese) — ‘THEY WERE VERY, VERY CURIOUS, BUT NOT AT ALL FARSIGHTED.’ “This historical moment is a serious occasion that requires a sense of public dignity. My dog, for instance, says he’ll truly
miss humanity. But then again, my dog says a lot of things.”



Bruce Sterling(http://www.well.com/conf/mirrorshades/) is the author of Schismatrix and many other novels and stories; the non-fiction work The Hacker Crackdown; co-author (with William Gibson) of The Difference Engine; and editor of Mirrorshades: The Cyberpunk Anthology.
Homo sapiens declared extinct
Yes, human beings have finally gone, but the 24-hour global party continues.
futures

The Time Machine

H.G. Wells

Epilogue

One cannot choose but wonder. Will he ever return? It may be that he swept back into the past, and fell among the blood-drinking, hairy savages of the Age of Unpolished Stone; into the abysses of the Cretaceous Sea; or among the grotesque saurians, the huge reptilian brutes of the Jurassic times. He may even now - if I may use the phrase - be wandering on some plesiosaurus-haunted Oolitic coral reef, or beside the lonely saline lakes of the Triassic Age. Or did he go forward, into one of the nearer ages, in which men are still men, but with the riddles of our own time answered and its wearisome problems solved? Into the manhood of the race: for I, for my own part cannot think that these latter days of weak experiment, fragmentary theory, and mutual discord are indeed man's culminating time! I say, for my own part. He, I know - for the question had been discussed among us long before the Time Machine was made - thought but cheerlessly of the Advancement of Mankind, and saw in the growing pile of civilization only a foolish heaping that must inevitably fall back upon and destroy its makers in the end. If that is so, it remains for us to live as though it were not so. But to me the future is still black and blank - is a vast ignorance, lit at a few casual places by the memory of his story. And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers - shrivelled now, and brown and flat and brittle - to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of man.