Zerebria

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…)

Happy 2011 to everybody! I want to start my blogging year with a major issue, maybe ‘the’ Issue par excellence, the problem that, once solved, would chain-react upon the others. I mean, and with the simple usage of word we meet the first complications, the current situation of (more…)

That elevator ride seemed to have no end, it was one of those days. As usual, I was humming into air all kind of disgusting terms and vague insults, self pity statements and external justifications that explained all my bad luck (yes, that’s my regular habit whenever I have one of those days).

I was so abstracted with my thoughts, in fact, that (more…)

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In Frogs into Princes, John Grinder and Richard Bandler refer a very eloquent story about free will and systems of beliefs. The Denver zoo was being renovated, and the delivery with the polar bear (more…)

Here is a simple exercise you can practice to improve your attention skills. (more…)

Here’s one of the best descriptions of the storytelling process that I’ve ever read:

Imagination is more important than experience and inspiration. I don’t want to give a faithful report on real-life incidents, I want to (more…)

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(Intro: if you have been reading this blog for some time, maybe this story layout sounds familiar to you. I thought it would be funny to take the body simile used in this post and elaborate it a bit, by showing instead of telling. Hope you enjoy it.)

The rectal cells spit on their fists before rubbing them against their sweaty armpits. (more…)

He had mastered the technique of rising early, but was nevertheless having a hard time staying risen. What for? Making his way through mornings was toilsome and useless. Somehow, all things that counted always seemed to happen in the afternoon. But he did not like the sensation of (more…)

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

I consider (quality) humor as a tool for the exploration of reality, and I’ve always thought there is a profound truth in this sketch from Woody Allen’s first film, ‘Take the money and run’. It goes like this: (more…)