Zerebria

I don’t usually do this, but the other day I stumbled upon this short and nice educational text about the brain, and it seems strangely adequate for a blog that is called Zerebria. (more…)

So here is the last part of my saga on love. In case you just came in, you can find the previous parts here and here.

Romantic love

In case the previous areas of love were not difficult enough to discuss, not intoxicated enough by rude and disgusting interests of all kind, here comes the couple, the nuclear particle of the mess our world is in. Luckily, I have the classics to come in my support. (more…)

I have blogged several times about the virtues of admiration, and the greatness of being a polymath, so I thought it would be nice to show that I practice what I preach by introducing here some of my heroes. (more…)

What annoys and concerns me the  most about the current situation is that, in a way, it is only an amplification of a previous state. Socially, I mean. Let me explain.

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It looked like a good idea at first, but I hesitated a lot and in the end I did not add the following quote by Charles Darwin to my database: (more…)

“I am through with it. I wonder which sick minds could conceive that I am in charge of this world, and how such a nonsensical idea can have become so popular. I cannot stand the pressure anymore, (more…)

I learned how to write last summer, at the age of 34. I know how to read since my childhood, and all that time I assumed that (more…)

I used to think of photography as a minor art. In comparison to music or literature, my all-time beloved ones, it appeared to me that photography granted a lower degree of choice to the artist, and was, thus, not that praiseworthy. It made me think of the old joke of the (more…)

I wonder if we ever notice how different children are from an adults. At least, when it comes down to space, it is easier to notice the difference: children’s body proportions, with their big heads and shorter limbs, are different to ours, so it is easy to conclude that their experience of space in a different from ours (let alone their different sleep and energy consumption patterns… it is the age of discovery).

But such difference is more subtle when it comes down to time. Time for a child (more…)

I write this post after having heard this same cliché from the lips of several people, belonging to areas of the academic spectrum that range from illiteracy to PhD. In all cases, it exuded that feeling of filthy simplicity that I hate the most, and it’s my job to eradicate clichés and try to replace them with thinking. Here is the troublemaker: (more…)