Zerebria

I’ve recently come to know that there is a name for what I do, which is always a very (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…)

One of the parts of the Getting Things Done methodology that I found most difficult to apply at first was writing down “purposes and principles” for each project (more…)

Yes, we read a lot more than before. But is it quality reading? The spirit of each age modifies our habits and perceptions, and (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…)

The success (by my current standards) of my previous post on our need of freaks made me think that I am not alone in thinking that this society lacks variety. Better said: it is not that it lacks variety: it (more…)

Today let me sing a little chant in favor of originality and personal difference.

We live tough times for originality. Our globalized world has turned all ranges of human experience into very standard patterns, so all of us are very alike, and most of passions have become collective. Even in those cases when (more…)

I want to share with you a wonderful quote from the Dhammapada, one of the traditional Buddhist texts. I am not looking for converts of any kind here, firstly because Buddhism is not a theocentric but an anthropocentric system of belief, so it does not (more…)

“There is nothing wrong with me. In fact, I’m a very good boy. I do all the math. I separate color and white clothes before laundry. I can tell when a traffic light is red, a floor slippery or a person angry, thus increasing my owner’s probability of survival. And man, do I enjoy all of it! (more…)

When I was in my twenties, I used to go to the movies every weekend with a friend of mine. It would be fair to say that he was the one who taught me the real art of watching films, the art of really considering them and learning from them.

In spite of that, he wasn’t precisely a person of the enthusiastic type, (more…)