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The Gaze



Looking into my kitty's eyes and thinking she is a person. But it's very clear that she doesn't know concepts/words like "telepathy" or "non-verbal communication" or "meaning". Still that doesn't mean there isn't some kind of understanding between us. She can tell whether I am angry or not, or if I want her to come sit near me or to stop scratching the bloody bed. What I don't really understand about her is what the hell does she see and understand while looking out the window. She can just sit there quietly and sometimes she is angry at someone/something and she growls like there's a dog there. Looking in her eyes is sometimes like looking at some pretty grass marbles.
Of course it's not about her only. We all think that we have at least a couple of people we can "look in the eye" and know what they're thinking. I think that is totally false. The eyes have nothing to do with it. We read non-verbal signs, we judge on past behavior or actions, we maybe guess. It's funny because when I imagine this saying "I look him in the eye" I imagine the eyes becoming transparent and we see directly in someone's brain. Ah, but the brain is soo damn far. Everything we say is processed, even if just in the millionth of the second in which we choose the words from our "dictionary". I am feeling very apocalyptical in regards to communication. It's easier to make people buy, to make people kill, to make people sell or watch something, to make them do anything than make someone understand what you are really thinking. It's the individual that is harder to open up and understand than a mass of people, especially on random little things...but at the end those are the intimate things that represent the glue between two peers or , if not understood, they can be the crack that makes the dam fall and the valley flooded.
We are our greatest manipulator. We feed on these apparently simple things like If I look him /her in the eyes I'll know if he/she's telling the truth/ is angry or not/ loves me or not/ likes me or not etc
Ah, and the little idealist in my head pokes my brain and says : yes, but there is trust. Such a fantastic concept, trust. Apart from the fact that I consider all faith, including in God a kind of trust, it's unbelievable that we can choose to believe something that we have no evidence of, based on trust (words are methods for gaining trust, not evidence). It's easier to be loved than trusted....actually, anything is easier than that, both getting it and giving it.
I trust in a lot of things to be honest, but I base my feeling on...God knows what. Definitely not on a look.



I do love the song
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The power of send

...Va multumim ca ati apelat serviciul Enel tel... zdrang

I wrote the damn paper for a week now. It was all I did at home but my grandmother reminded me that I have to give a customer index to the stupid electrical company which doesn't register the real quantity, they approximate a huge quantity and make you pay for it (it will get read for real, but every couple of months and you have the money blocked in heir accounts 'till then). I sent that index a few minutes ago =)). Thank God for the robots.

But this is not what I want to say...I was just thinking about the power of send. Messenger, mail, sms. Not once that I got mad or got sentimental and wrote a long or at least significant message, but when I had to press send I rationalized. You may think it's normal, but where was my brain when I wrote the message? It's not that I lack the courage because I send it most of the time, but it's like the really important moment is not when you get the response, but when you get the guts to press send and unleash your thoughts into the world.
I don't like that. It's this attitude that says " I said it, fuck it" that bothers me...and I am apart of it.

Very tired. I am sorry if I am talking nonsense.

Another piece of gold. I have a stash. ...hope someone doesn't sue me :( I mean no harm.
william klein

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GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR


I remembered 3 times before midnight, but I was always in the middle of a sentence (in reading and writting the damn paper so it wa the classic idea of "I'll write in 5 minutes" )

Such pressure and mental discomfort. It's almost not worth it.

Hope I don't bore you to death. The least I can do is post an amaizing picture.

Photo by Atget. This wiki is kinda shit. I'll write more about him when I have time.


If I haven't posted it yet and even if I did. LOOOOL


Before photographers were struggleing to be artists. Now we make videos whether Nikon or Canon are better.

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