moodgen

Contemplative and low.
Extremely nervous
Skeptical and contemplative.
Humiliated and peaceful.
Affectionate and pessimistic.
Humble and grumpy.
Somewhat understanding
Humble and irate.
Disoriented
Withdrawn, but many mistake it for being courageous.

St. Augustine

“Fallor ergo sum”

One leg forward.

Внезапно осъзнавам, че когато посегнем към битовата, естетическа, невъстановителна аугментация на човешкото тяло, тя ще бъде създадена от хората, които са имали нужда от помощ, за да запълнят формата, която са загубили.

Изключително права е Aimee Mullins – архитектите на новото човешко тяло са тези, които са загубили нещо по пътя.

Трудно се прави крачка напред, ако е свързана с жертва, но когато колата се обърне, пътища – много. И никой няма да слезе доброволно от своята кола, ако някой, чиято се е обърнала, вече не е асфалтирал безброй пътища през полето :)

Aimee Mullins on TED

moodgen

Incredibly loving
Focused – which unconciously conceals being torn.
Somber and intent.
Humble and somber.
Puzzled, but many mistake it for being contented.
Mean-spirited
Slightly apprehensive
Cuddly and impulsive.
Preoccupied
Scared and friendly.

moodgen

Extremely sad
Withdrawn and contented.
Sociable on the surface, but humiliated underneath.
Focused on the surface, but melancholy underneath.
Ambitious and aggressive.
Friendly on the surface, but sad underneath.
Sociable, but many mistake it for being bored.
Focused on the surface, but disoriented underneath.
Vageuly satisfied
Slightly friendly

moodgen

Worried
Hostile on the surface, but excited underneath.
Ambitious and unfriendly.
Jealous on the surface, but glad underneath.
Mean-spirited
Antisocial on the surface, but social underneath.
Extremely lighthearted
Withdrawn – which deliberately conceals being social.
Annoyed
Unfriendly – which unconciously conceals being inquisitive.

Furious Angels

Уау, това не са спомени, а записи на цели състояния!

Бях забравил колко енергия може да се акумулира в една песен и да чака да я повикаш отново…

—Rob D, Furious Angels—

Like a sentence of death,
I got no options left,
I’ve got nothing to show now.

I’m down on the ground,
I’ve got seconds to live,
and you cannot go now.

‘Cause love, like invisible bullet shot me down
and I’m bleeding, yeah I’m bleeding
and if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me.
They will bring you back to me.

You’re a dirty needle,
you’re in my blood and there’s no cure in me, yeah.
I wanna run, like the blood from a wound
to a place you can’t see me.
‘Cause love, like a blow to the head has left me stunned
and I’m reeling, yeah I’m reeling
and if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me.

You’re a cold piece of steel between my ribs
and there’s no saving me, yeah.
And I can’t get up,
from this wet crimson bed that you made for me.
That you made for me!
‘Cause love like a knife in the back has cut me down
and I’m bleeding, yeah I’m bleeding,
and if you go, angels will run to defend me, to defend me.

‘Cause I can’t get up, I’m as cold as a stone,
I can feel the life fade from me.
I’m down on the ground, I’ve got second to live,
and what’s that waits for me, oh that waits for me!
‘Cause love like a sentence of death, left me stunned,
and I’m reeling, yeah I’m reeling,
and if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me. 

Machine of Death

Книгата е вече отдавна прочетена (оценена, прибрана при тези, които влияят много и добре). All in all усещането беше страхотно – като дълбочина, побутване, изтегляне.

В момента се събират разказите на аудиофайлове (13 до момента).

И хоп! – хайде пак. Събират се материали за книга 2.

ЪЪ, как ме гризе да се пробвам.

Проблемът е, че дори и при най-подходящи условия не знам дали ще се вместя, а в момента условията не са най-подходящи – трудно е да мислиш така, докато четеш The Elfin Ship.

Ще се опитам все пак. Ще направя всичко по силите си :)

i read in the paper today

it’s been a record year for rainfall

Machine of Death

Наистина прекрасна книга!

(Още съм до средата, но дотук всеки разказ ме очарова).

И (естествено) в главата ми се върти вече идеята за мой принос…

Какво и да е – поздрав:

(към това)

 

Not Waving but Drowning

/Stevie Smith/

Nobody heard him, the dead man,

But still he lay moaning:

I was much further out than you thought

And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking

And now he’s dead

It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,

They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always

(Still the dead one lay moaning)

I was much too far out all my life

And not waving but drowning.