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December 22nd, 2009

WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE ROAD?

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Plato: For the greater good.

Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.

Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration,
as a chicken which has the daring and courage to
boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom
among them has the strength to contend with such a
paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the
princely chicken’s dominion maintained.

Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its
pancreas.

Jacques Derrida: Any number of contending discourses may be discovered
within the act of the chicken crossing the road, and
each interpretation is equally valid as the authorial
intent can never be discerned, because structuralism
is DEAD, DAMMIT, DEAD!

Thomas de Torquemada: Give me ten minutes with the chicken and I’ll find out.

Timothy Leary: Because that’s the only kind of trip the Establishment
would let it take.

Douglas Adams: Forty-two.

Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road
gazes also across you.

Oliver North: National Security was at stake.

B.F. Skinner: Because the external influences which had pervaded its
sensorium from birth had caused it to develop in such a
fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while
believing these actions to be of its own free will.

Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt
necessitated that individual chickens cross roads at
this historical juncture, and therefore
synchronicitously brought such occurrences into being.

Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself,
the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.

Ludwig Wittgenstein: The possibility of “crossing” was encoded into the
objects “chicken” and “road”, and circumstances came
into being which caused the actualization of this
potential occurrence.

Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed
the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.

Aristotle: To actualize its potential.

Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-
nature.

Howard Cosell: It may very well have been one of the most astonishing
events to grace the annals of history. An historic,
unprecedented avian biped with the temerity to attempt
such an herculean achievement formerly relegated to
homo sapien pedestrians is truly a remarkable occurence.

Salvador Dali: The Fish.

Darwin: It was the logical next step after coming down from
the trees.

Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.

Epicurus: For fun.

Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn’t cross the road; it transcended it.

Johann von Goethe: The eternal hen-principle made it do it.

Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.

Werner Heisenberg: We are not sure which side of the road the chicken
was on, but it was moving very fast.

David Hume: Out of custom and habit.

Jack Nicholson: ‘Cause it (censored) wanted to. That’s the (censored)
reason.

Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?

Ronald Reagan: I forget.

John Sununu: The Air Force was only too happy to provide the
transportation, so quite understandably the chicken
availed himself of the opportunity.

The Sphinx: You tell me.

Mr. T: If you saw me coming you’d cross the road too!

Henry David Thoreau: To live deliberately … and suck all the marrow
out of life.

Mark Twain: The news of its crossing has been greatly exaggerated.

Molly Yard: It was a hen!

Zeno of Elea: To prove it could never reach the other side.

Chaucer: So priketh hem nature in hir corages.

Wordsworth: To wander lonely as a cloud.

The Godfather: I didn’t want its mother to see it like that.

Keats: Philosophy will clip a chicken’s wings.

Blake: To see heaven in a wild fowl.

Othello: Jealousy.

Dr Johnson: Sir, had you known the Chicken for as long as I have,
you would not so readily enquire, but feel rather the
Need to resist such a public Display of your own
lamentable and incorrigible Ignorance.

Mrs Thatcher: This chicken’s not for turning.

Supreme Soviet: There has never been a chicken in this photograph.

Oscar Wilde: Why, indeed? One’s social engagements whilst in
town ought never expose one to such barbarous
inconvenience – although, perhaps, if one must cross a
road, one may do far worse than to cross it as the
chicken in question.

Kafka: Hardly the most urgent enquiry to make of a low-grade
insurance clerk who woke up that morning as a hen.

Swift: It is, of course, inevitable that such a loathsome,
filth-ridden and degraded creature as Man should assume
to question the actions of one in all respects his
superior.

Macbeth: To have turned back were as tedious as to go o’er.

Whitehead: Clearly, having fallen victim to the fallacy of
misplaced concreteness.

Freud: An die andere Seite zu kommen. (Much laughter)

Hamlet: That is not the question.

Donne: It crosseth for thee.

Pope: It was mimicking my Lord Hervey.

Constable: To get a better view.

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December 10th, 2009

Blog cu acte

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Cu siguranta, acesta ar fi trebuit sa fie articolul cu care trebuia sa incep incursiunea in lumea mea virtuala, dar iata … nu s-a intamplat asa.

Am blog cu acte in regula, gata sa iasa in lumina reflectoarelor. Imi doresc ca de aceasta data sa imi dau si interesul in crearea unui continut.

Trebuie sa recunosc ca tentative am tot avut, dar niciodata nu a existat o continuitate sau o regularitate in postarea articolelor.

Ei bine, dragi bloggeri sper sa ma primiti si pe mine in randurile voastre.

December 10th, 2009

Viata e precum cafeaua

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Sunt inconjurata de persoane dependente de cofeina. Unele dintre ele nici macar nu au puterea sa se trezeasca de dimineata pana nu isi simt nasul gadilat de vaporii unor boabe proaspat macinate, gata sa se amestece cu zaharul brun pentru a ajunge in forma finala, aceea menita sa inunde papilele gustative intr-o baie fierbinte de arome.

In doar cateva secunde, acele persoane care cu putin timp inainte abia reuseau sa isi despleteasca genele, se infatiseaza sub forma unor fiinte care debordeaza de energie, voiosie, pregatite sa transforme o zi obisnuita intr-o zi istorica.

Oare oamenii care beau cafea sunt mai fericiti? Eu imi amintesc de o zicala: “Cine se trezeste de dimineata, ajunge departe.” … asa sa fie. Oare daca as bea cafea in fiecare dimineata, viata mea ar ajunge sa se miste cu viteza luminii?

Eu nu beau cafea, insa trebuie sa incep acest experiment pentru ca sunt curioasa sa observ daca mi-as imbunatatii viata in urma acestor “practici”. Inainte de toate trebuie sa imi achizitionez o cana frumoasa din care sa sorb si sa savurez fiecare picatura de “potiune magica”. Trebuie sa tratez cu mare atentie si acest proces pentru ca ambalajul conteaza si nu ar face decat sa intensifice si mai mult starea de bine. Nu?

Poveste
Un grup de absolventi, proaspat angajati in cadrul unor companii serioase, cu renume, se hotarasc sa mearga in vizita la unul din profesorii din facultate.
Evident, acesta ii primeste cu bratele deschise si astfel se lasa cu discutii care la un moment dat ajung sa sune a lamentari: privind stresul de la munca, orarul foarte incarcat etc.
Profesorul le ofera fostilor sai elevi cafea pentru a face conversatia mai placuta si astfel aseaza pe o masa un recipient mare cu multa cafea aburinda si o tava pe care se regasesc: cani, cesti de portelan, pahare de plastic, unele extrem de scumpe, iar altele foarte ieftine.
Fiecare student este indrumat sa se serveasca singur si astfel profesorul observa cum pe tava raman doar acele pahare ieftine, lipsite de orice forma de rafinament.
Discutia capata forma unui monolog si astfel profesorul face urmatoarele constatari: dupa cate observ toate canile si cestile scumpe sunt in posesia voastra. E normal si sunt perfect de acord ca toti sa ne dorim tot ce e mai bun pentru noi, sa ne dorim sa urcam pe scara sociala; problema este ca tot acest entuziasm fals ne face sa fim mereu stresati si mereu ingrijorati ca cel de langa are mai mult decat avem noi.
Tot ce v-ati dorit la inceput, a fost CAFEAUA, nu recipientul in care va era oferita.
Viata e esentiala, e cafeaua; jobul, banii si pozitia in societate reprezinta cestile. Sunt doar instrumente care sustin viata, dar nu ii ofera o calitate mai buna. Totul depinde de noi! Uneori ne concentram atat de tare asupra ambalajului, incat uitam sa ne bucuram de fiecare strop care ne inunda simturile.

Ei bine … poate am sa incep in alta zi experimentul, poate o sa ma gaseasca pe mine o cana frumoasa in care sa imi torn in fiecare dimineata cafea; si daca nu o sa o gasesc si nici ea pe mine, nu conteaza.

In dreapta mea sta o cutie plina de lapte cu cacao, asa ca beau direct din ea … MINUNAT!

Viata mea e precum laptele cu cacao !!!

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December 10th, 2009

Dont wake me i plan on sleeping

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Artist:The Postal Service
Song: Sleeping In
Thoughts: I need some sleep.I can’t go on like this. I try counting … sheeps. But it doesn’t work.

December 10th, 2009

In loc de inceput …

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“Cand vine vorba de soarta mea, sunt foarte multe aspecte pe care nu le pot controla; dar exista si unele lucruri care imi cad chiar mie in grija. … Eu decid cum imi petrec timpul, cu cine interactionez, cu cine imi impart corpul si viata si energia si banii. Eu decid ce mananc si ce citesc si ce studiez. Eu aleg cum voi privi circumstantele nefericite din viata mea – fie ca pe niste nenorociri, fie ca pe niste ocazii de a evolua (si in situatiile in care, din cauza ca-mi plang prea tare de mila, nu ma pot ridica pana la cota cea mai inalta a optimismului, pot incerca sa-mi schimb punctul de vedere). Eu imi aleg cuvintele si tonul cu care ma adresez celorlalti. Si, cel mai important, eu imi aleg ce gandesc.”