Zerebria

Has it ever happened to you, maybe? I think of those kids (more…)

There is a very beautiful and profound scene in ‘Things you can tell just by looking at her‘. The police detective Kathy Faber (Amy Brenneman) is at home one night washing her teeth, lost in her thoughts. Then, at sudden, she notices herself in the mirror. Slowly, (more…)

Here is the second part of my saga on love. You can find part 1 here in case you have not read it yet.

Family matters

I have already posted (and will further post) about Nobel-awarded Konrad Lorenz’s Civilized Man’s Eight Deadly Sins, an enlightening essay by an ethologist (i.e., an animal psychologist) on that particular animal species called human. It is very interesting what he says about upbringing. He remarks (more…)

“What was that folder thing you told me of?”, she asked me. And the rest, as it is usually said, is history. (more…)

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I have a few cases of depression going on in my world (I myself practice depression now and then, but just as a humble amateur ), and there is an important improvement opportunity that I have noticed, common to all of them. (more…)

It’ll never get enough said: David Allen’s Getting Things Done methodology to get organized is based upon principles that are simple, but not evident (for more about GTD, check out my GTD First Aid Kit series, or the ‘GTD’ tag at the right column).

One of those principles is dividing lists into (more…)

Children are like pure water before it gets stained by our ‘civilized’ procedures (in fact, it is more than a metaphor: it seems the water percentage in a child’s body is higher than the regular adult 60-70%). So, even though nowadays they usually lose their innocence really soon (they better do), it is still possible to (more…)

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I think we all have them. Those pieces of clothing which have gone with us through the ages, that favorite t-shirt that is not black anymore but it’s comfortable (more…)

One of the main problems you can encounter in teamwork is what is usually called “highly emotional (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…)