Monday, April 27, 2009

AAAhhhhhhhh

After my previous posts, especially the last one, this is a bit ironic. We went to concerts from Bach Festival (at Spivey Hall, Clayton State University):
1- Academy of Ancient Music
Bach's Six Brandenburg Concertos [Sunday, March 29, 2009, 3PM - More Info]
2- Emmanuel Pahud, flute; Trevor Pinnock, harpsichord; Jonathan Manson, cello
Spivey Hall 2009 Spring Bach Festival [Sunday, April 26, 3PM - More Info]

Both concerts, I really enjoyed the beginning, especially the first one was really amazing. I strongly recommend it if you are into it. But in both concerts, at the end of the second session (each session about an hour with a 10 minute intermission) I was dreaming with my eyes open!! I could here the music but my thoughts were very strange ... Yep, sleeping while live performance of J.S.Bach, how cool is that :)
I have a story with that, almost all live performances I have gone to ... rock, jazz, classical, traditional-Persian were not as good as I had thought, for different reasons. Some of them (like rock concerts) were terrible! Most enjoyable were jazz because you could eat and speak while the band played, if it was at a club!!!

Well, it is off my chest now, I cannot stand music performances that long more than 20-30 minutes, no matter how much I love the music ....

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Different Thoughts on a theme

  • Moments are limited to a span of less than 10-15 minutes. To be in the moment, in present, you need to observe the limit.
  • Don't over-extend good moments. And remember that bad moments, if there are any, cannot stretch beyond a limit, the limit!
  • Try this once, beats everything else for me: On a sunny day of around 80, make 2-3 hours off your regular schedule and busy-ness, play your favorite outdoor sport (tennis for me) an hour or two, take a good shower, then drive in an old neighborhood under shades of tall old trees, listen to you favorite music (I strongly recommend J.S.Bach -- sonatas, like french or english, ...) with windows down, feel the air, and the sun glances from between branches, only for 10-15 minutes.
  • Remember: don't over extend good and bad moments ...
  • Remember: to be in the present, you need to reflect, and to be able to reflect, you need to breathe properly, so practice correct breathing, over and over ...
  • I guess this post does not make much sense except for myself :)

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Another Discovery

I have been thinking about ways to improve decision-making for a while now. Today I suddenly realized the following.

It is really important to separate the "first-order" effects/elements from the "second-order". Since all decisions are marginal (make small improvements, if at all :) , therefore the question is not really what decision can significantly change a situation (or life), but that among many small decisions/options that each can improve/affect life marginally, which ones have a first order impact. Basically, second-order effects are negligible compared to first-order effects.

If you think this separation is trivial, you are like me only a few weeks ago :) This separation is what makes a good scientific theory good! In one sense, all science is about distinguishing the first order effects!!!

Monday, April 20, 2009

A Moment

I put this clip here, mainly because of the moments (of silence!) in the second minute. To me, there is something special, a sense of finality and no return, in those few seconds, like the moment that you release an arrow:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uo3XtUq_PLU

I am understating my level of amazement, there is so much animal feelings, fear, hope, and despair, shared by the group of people in that pause that it becomes ....

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Friday, April 17, 2009

TED and Rock Climbing!?

This is the most "useful" TED talk I have ever listened to. Remember, learn from those who practiced long and reflected on their practice. Enough of me talking :)

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Please Pass Around - emails :)

This is old, but I was looking for this in my email for a long time and ultimately found it on internet, so I decided to post it here for my future reference.



I am a very sick boy little boy. My mother is typing this for me, because I can’t. She is crying. (Don’t cry, Mommy!) Mommy is always sad, but she says it’s not my fault. I asked her if it was God’s fault, but she didn’t answer, and only started crying harder, so I don’t ask her that anymore. Tears are not so bad…Mommy says that when it rains that is the angels and Jesus crying. I love Jesus and Mommy, even if she is so sad.

The reason she is so sad is that I’m so sick. I was born without a body. It doesn’t hurt, except when I go to sleep. The doctors gave me an artificial body. My body is a burlap bag filled with leaves. The doctors said that was the best they could do on account of us having no money or insurance. I would like to have a body transplant, but we need more money.

Mommy doesn’t work because she says employers don’t hire crying people. I said, “Don’t cry, Mommy,” and she hugged my burlap body. Mommy always gives me hugs, even though she’s allergic to burlap, and it chafes her real bad. Mommy even sprays me with pesticides to keep the bugs away from my leaves. It tickles when she does. The fumes do not bother me so much…even though I keep getting sore throats from it. I hope you will help me.

You can help me if you forward this e-mail. Dr. Tab Norsemen from the St. Marmite’s Clinical Children’s Clinic said if you feel convicted to help me then pray and send money to the clinic or you can give it to your local church (just mark it for “the crippled boy with no body”). You can also email Gap, The Coffee Grinder, Taco Bell, Jack in the Box, Tower Records, Apple, and Bill Gates…he will team up with NASA and Nike to make me a new durable metal body (like the ones U of Oregon plays in).

Then the astronauts will collect prayers from school children all over America and take them up to space so that the angels can hear them better. Then they will go to the Pope, and he will take up a collection in church and send the money to the doctors too. The doctors could help me get better then. Maybe one day I will be able to play baseball or maybe just use my lungs and heart, when the doctors make them out of play dough or Krispy Kreme donuts. The doctors said that every hundred thousand dollars raised, the astronauts can take another prayer to the angels.

Please help me. Mommy is so sad, and I want a body. I don’t want my leaves to rot before I turn 10. If you don’t help, that’s OK. Mommy says you’re a mean heartless Cataphrygian who doesn’t care about a poor little boy with only a head let alone grace and redemption… She says that, if you don’t stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach, she hopes you suffer a long slow horrible death so you can burn forever in the tar pits of hell absent of martyr glory!
What kind of goddamned person are you that you can’t take five fucking minutes to inform all your friends so that they maybe absolved of any guilt and shame for the rest of their day, and possibly help a poor, bodiless nine-year-old boy? Please help me. This really sucks. I try to be happy but it’s hard. I wish I had a puppy. I wish I could hold a puppy. One time I had a puppy but he ate my leaves. I wish I could swim with out wearing a net. I wish I had a friend other than Jesus. Jesus will never leave me.

Thank You.

In his grip with grace and peace and all the love my little burlap body can muster…
The boy with just a head and a burlap sack for a body.

Old stuff

I was looking for something else in the weblog, and I found an old poem. Boy, I definitely was depressed when I wrote it, but I like it even better now, not because of its poetic value, but because of the rough and inhumane pictures it reflects :) I can almost smell the burning flesh ...

This is a good example of self-indulgence .... :))))

OK, to compensate you for the stupidity of this post, here is a funny-sexy-stupid magic show (viewer discretion is advised :)

http://www.chilloutzone.de/files/06080707.html

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Free quote

From a teacher of a friend:

Immersing myself too much in a foreign culture leads to denying my own/current incarnation.

I probably changed the quote as I do not exactly remember it, and I do not really believe in the re-incarnation philosophy, but the idea behind it seems more general and fits very well into my own "experiences", a good example for my previous post (balance) indeed :)

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Friday, April 10, 2009

Balance

Today, I realized a possible answer to an old question of mine: what is the balance between the knowledge in written words ("knowledge") and the wisdom that we gain through practice ("wisdom")? In many previous posts, I expressed my suspicion about written words, in extreme case, their uselessness and potential harmfulness. But that was too extreme.

The right balance between "wisdom" and "knowledge" is toward "wisdom". Use "knowledge" of written words to release the hidden "wisdom" that your body has learned through practice. And if you really trust a body of "knowledge", in a book for example, practice it for a while and observe what you feel in your body. The wisest words are useless until they materialize in practice.

Wow, I thought I had something worth writing, but now it seems either trivial or meaningless! :)

Clear Shallow Water

I started reading this novel, `` The Driver ,'' by Hart Hanson , and I did not like it much and decided to stop. But then I came ba...