alright. i’m tired.

tired of seeing killing everywhere as if nothing. in movies, in games, in shows. we of course made sure killing comes with punishment in our laws and constitutions (unless it’s war or self-defense, it seems we have decided), but still, it is something that we simply assume certain people just do. I/WE don’t do it, not because it’s something repulsive to our morality but mostly because it’s something not convenient to do (hence the need of a law for it). and so, games, movies and novels, and all other products that allow us to fantasize with all the things we cannot be done in real life, are full of killing for us to consume in daily basis. and we do indeed consume killing as if it was pop corn.

now, why does killing has this privilege over other forms of horrific abomination such as, say, rapping? aha! imagine these scenarios:

first think of games. the most successful video games involve YOU killing other people as part of the regular dynamic of the game in order for you to move forward. and of course we are totally fine with that. now, imagine what would happen if instead you publish a game where YOU had to rape people systematically in order to move forwards in the game. ah, not such a popular game, to say the least.

what about movies? it seems super hero movies are back, and of course, there’s lots of killing in them. no nipples in american screens though – you gotta protect kids morals! but lots of killing by the good guys in these movies, the heroes indeed. and not once or twice, but repeatedly all along the movie, although always well couched between gags and laughter. ah, directors know it’s good to keep a balance between of humor and killing, if only to give some time to the audience to eat some popcorn (and this is not exclusive to hollywood my alternative-culture and off-system friends). now, we cannot conceive a hero perform rapping, for this is what villains do. villains also murder. heroes, kill. and certainly don’t rape.

so, among all the horrifying things humans can do that we have banned from the ideal of a good person, why do we make of killing a special case? why do we give killing such a privilege position?

it seems to me the answer is that we are trying very hard to justify killing when it’s for war or self-defense. after all, no hero kills for pleasure, it does it because (s)he has to… and so you do when you become the first person protagonist of a game. yeah, it seems killing is alright when we have to defend ourselves from stuff out there. cause there’s lots of dangerous stuff out there in fact, such as villains, zombies, aliens, orcs, pirates, brown people, french people, … Yes, there’s a word for all of them – “enemies”. enemies that we should fear.

in short, it seems that killing has privilege in our morality because it teaches us a very important lesson – that we have to live in “fear”.

and i think this is fucking wrong, in too many ways.

Whenever I’m in the East Bay and I see the most recent FB feed is one hour old or more I fear the worst and regret not having one of those earthquake/nuclear holocaust survival kits.

(But then I look at the horizon, see the cityscape of SF intact, and I relax again. So, dear 4G carrier, don’t do this to me!)

taxidermy. skinning and stuffing of animals. it is a job. it is somebody’s job. and i wonder, at which point in your life you decide you want to become a taxidermist?

I sort of doubt it’s going to be “The Event of the Year” when the flyer is written in Comic Sans…

Or am I being “typographcist”?

This quote from Nicolaus Copernicus got me thinking. “To know that we know what we know, and to know that we do not know what we do not know, that is true knowledge.”

The sentence is not as smart as you might think (unless you are one of those folks who send powerpoint slideshows, facebook pictures or youtube videos with teenage philosophy to their friends and work colleagues every Monday morning). Actually, the sentiment that most people think they know more than what they really know is indeed a pretty common sentiment.

What got me thinking in this quote is the use of the “we”. I don’t have enough context as to know if Copernicus was using “we” to refer to each of us individually, or if he was using it in a more global and abstract way, as in “we humankind”. I personally like to read it as in the latter.

Which reminds me that these days big parts of this country that hosts me now has little knowledge of what _we_ know and what has happened in the last few hundred years. There’s too much of that pretentious (and naive) _I_ and too little of _we_ and true knowledge.

call me sick, but when i see a cave entrance in a picture or documentary or real life, the first thing that comes to my mind is always “vagina”.

then i think of adventure, childhood, speleology and CaCo3 mineral reaction.

but first, it’s “vagina”.

it doesn’t happen with caves only, though

I keep asking myself, a 4 hours nap is still a nap?

I finally got a few minutes to spare, not much really, but enough to have a mathemagical quickie, such to speak…

Today’s discovery has to do with nested trigonometrics: this image is what happens when you embed a cosine in a cosine in a cosine, and you use that to iterate screen points: z += cos(z.yx + cos(z.yx + cos(z.yx) ) ).

I totally recommend seeing this one in movement (click here: for that)

Today while in my cable car ride a lot of people smiled and waved to me! I wasn’t sure why, so I had to check there wasn’t any evidence of my earlier nutella creppe in my face. I guess it’s simply that SF is gorgeous and happy today, and that we all can feel it.

How many mornings and breakfasts can you have in one same day? Three.

I just outdid myself

The fact that the flashlight app is requesting an update blows my mind. What could possibly need to be… I mean… Meh, whatever, forget it – I press “update”. As if there weren’t more important things in the world that I don’t understand anyways.

i think a sink and a shower inside a bedroom, all enclosed withing transparent glass, is something pornographic and hence really beautiful.

now, one advice for you dear hotel room designers: i truly admire your intentions, but please leave the toilet out of the transparent set, it kind of ruins the magic. transparent shower, by all means. transparent toilet, not so much. thanks!

playing science fiction here

looking around one can only arrive to the conclusion that intelligence is clearly not a required skill for survival.

and i’m not just trying to be funny here.

i truly think that while evolution probably rewards intelligent lineages in one way or another, it is not an important mechanism in natural selection of individuals as one might infer from a literal application of the popular understanding of darwinism. basically, we are surrounded by stupid people and retards all over the place, and to be honest they seem to be doing pretty well to me. it’s all subject to your metric of awareness and awareness of your own happiness of course, but still i think the observation holds true. which might come as a surprise to many. hah.

clearly the scope of natural selection transcends the individual and operates at group level. as long as the group has an efficient set of leading politicians, moral builders, scientists, social workers, artists, engineers and entertainers, the group can move forward regardless of the particular intelligence of each of its members. in fact, the so called “less intelligent” portion of the population does fulfill other important functions for the group (although often in opposition and conflict with that socially leading group).

in such a system, the group could be seen as an living entity in itself with its different members playing specialized tasks, quite like cells specialize into functions (even organs) and are part of an autonomous creature. as such, human intelligence is not a differentiating evolutionary advantage for those individuals who posses it, but a convenient feature for the group. and perhaps, the same way evolution of unicellular creatures favored their arrangement into higher order creatures (which eventually had a single consciousness), maybe so it’s happening now with humans, where the individual survival is of no benefit really but the specialization into a function within the group as a whole. if things were going in such direction, a global intelligence might emerge and humanity as a whole might one day enjoy some sort of global awareness.

in fact, i think some humans do think that way already and sense that global awareness. probably, some of the most influential political and humanitarian figures we all know do in fact think that way.

analytical thinking, i do that often.

and not unfrequently, without the “ytical” part

when a girl stares at me in the train (something that happens rather rarely), i like fantasizing with the idea of her being my future wife, or daughter, who came from the future and is stunned to see me but cannot tell me so. and i try to imagine her conflicted feelings upon realizing that despite the strong connection she knows and feels we have, her face is still totally unfamiliar to me.

or it can also simply be that there’s some snot in my nose area and that she’s staring at that

i don’t know if love is one or two or three dimensional. but its shape certainly resembles a Dirac’s or Kroenecker delta.

- I can take your order.
- I want the french toasts, with the strawberry, the sugar and the syrup.
- No sausage or bacon?
- No, thank you*
- Are you sure no sausage or bacon?
- Yes I am
- But…
- …

Waiter leaves disturbed

* inside my head that “no, thank you” is a “no please, you crazy?”

when i see a girl sitting somewhere in the train, alone, crying… and only if anything men do wouldn’t be perceived as a creepy move… i’d totally approach her and give her a hug

There’s lots of people waiting for the train. Needles to say, almost everybody are looking at their phone. Except for one man. He’s leaning against the wall, flipping a coin in the air repeatedly. I thought people don’t do that anymore, but I’m happy to check I’m wrong – there seems to be a few who still do. And that fact tickles something in my spirit.

A quick one while trying some random mathie thing.

I usually pursue simplicity and elegance in my maths. I don’t mean in the images per-se, but in the underlying mathematical principles and hence in their execution. However this time, just because I guess I had one-of-those-days (TM), I got something pretty dirty and ugly math-wise. Still, I decided not to get obsessed with that and create a mathematical image regardless. This was the result, some hexagons