Slaughter in Barnaby Close

October 24, 2011 at 21:08 (Books) (, , , )

What the hell happened to my post? I had written it completely and nothing is left!! Now I’m quite angry.

Okay. This post was about a short horror story, Slaughter in Barnaby Close, written by Michal Cargill. (His third mention here, oh yes. I feel like I’m repeating myself every time) It’s scary and slightly funny at the same time. Like sometimes you feel like laughing, but you don’t dare…. Because it’s a horror story. A real one. But don’t be afraid, we proof-read it, and we survived (though I don’t sleep anymore….*cough*)! It won’t take too long to read it, but it will be worth your time anyway!

So take a seat, check the corners of your room, lighten a lamp and read!

*hopefully this time it’s published… the first version of this was so much better*


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Loneliness of the Prime Numbers

October 17, 2011 at 21:17 (Books, Other) (, , , , )

So this is something I’ve started to think about a while ago. We had to read a book for school (a very annoying book, by the way, because every sentence started with ‘And…’ (the main character was an autistic person, so he wasn’t able to talk like a ‘regular’ person)). The book was called The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time.

Now, that book doesn’t have chapters in the logical order, starting with 1, 2, 3, and so on, but the chapters are prime numbers. I’m this person who wants a logical order, so I started counting to see if there is a logical order in the prime numbers (can you keep up?). I counted, and counted, and counted (which took me a long time), and if you have a good sense of fantasy you could see a logical order. Still, I must conclude: unfortunately for me and my will to find a logical order, but very fortunately for this blog, prime numbers are random.

There’s also another book about prime numbers, an Italian book, written by Paolo Giordano, called La solitudine dei Numeri Primi. In English The loneliness of the Prime Numbers, in French La solitude des Nombres Premiers, in German Die Einsamkeit der Primzahlen, and last but not least in Dutch De Eenzaamheid van de Priemgetallen. In Latin they have a name for what I’m doing now: ‘poeta doctus’, which means ‘wise poet’. It’s not that I consider myself a wise poet, but that’s the name for someone who shows off his/her talent.

To end properly: here’s a song called La Solitudine (yes, it’s quite old):

PS: Did you know that if you can find a prime number that consists of more than 100 different ciphers, you can go to CIA (they use these prime numbers for certain codes) and receive a nice $10.000!

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Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson

October 11, 2011 at 17:02 (Books, Culture, Humour) (, , , , , )

Here’s a conversation between two of our good friends:
Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson go on a camping trip. After a good dinner and a bottle of wine, they retire for the night, and go to sleep.
Some hours later, Holmes wakes up and nudges his faithful friend. “Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.” “I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes” replies Watson. “And what do you deduce from that?”

Watson ponders for a minute. “Well, Astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful, and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe.
But what does it tell you, Holmes?” Holmes is silent for a moment.
“Watson, you idiot!” he says. “Someone has stolen our tent!”

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October 3, 2011 at 20:56 (Books, Culture) (, , , , )

I will start this post with a very long phrase with only two commas:

I think this is a very good moment to introduce a new guy in this random female blog of whom you might have never heard of, but I’m going to be the one to change that, because I think it’s a good idea to introduce a new person (although he already died) into somebody’s life since people invited good ways to tell other people what you’d like to tell without having to call them (you just go on the magical space called internet and start a blog) and so we should share everything we know and we like to make the world a better place and to use our options wisely.

That was it. The new person I consider worthy to introduce in one’s life is called Brian Duffy. He’s my personal idol for ever and ever because he made this picture:


Because this picture is one of the most famous pictures ever made, you (if you wouldn’t know it already, but I guess no one with bad taste reads this blog) should know that the man in the picture is David Bowie, also my idol for ever and ever.

I you must know: Brian Duffy died on the 31st of May in 2010. RIP, sad story. But for him it could be a consolation that you’re always greater when you’ve died. Tragic but true. Cfr. Kurt Cobain, Michael Jackson, John Lennon, Many Others, etc etc etc etc etc.

Next to this (in)famous picture our good friend Brian has made other pictures too, but if you’d decide one day that it’s time to see them, you’ll have to buy one of his amazing books (I have one, it’s called Duffy, fotographer, quite original, indeed, but it isn’t his fault, because when the book came out he had already died).

I will now stop and watch some reality on the beautiful invention called telly, the artist formerly known as television.

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1984 – Is it horror or heaven…?

September 7, 2011 at 15:49 (Books, Culture, Uncategorized) (, , , , , , )

Seldom have I read a book as scary as 1984 (George Orwell). No skeletons, no blood, no living dead or any kind of horror like that, but the frightening fact that we’re not free at all. You might think we are free in our minds – we aren’t. Everyday we’re being influenced a lot, without even noticing it. But there are worse kinds of influence.
There is nothing that can’t be changed. Even your thoughts are not more than things with no mass that can be changed into anything. You can believe that killing a murderer is justice. But the murderer probably believes he’s done the right thing. And with a little effort you can convince everybody of one of those two opinions. Everything is relative. (Believe me, I don’t like saying this things because they take away all certain things)  One day you might think this, the next day that. And what will be the right sight? I’m drenched with this mentality because the book forces me to overthink this. It forces you to doubt every single thought, every single conviction. It takes away every feeling of safety because of your belief in your own righteousness.
We should all be able to doubt our opinion but we also should be able to hang on to our goodness. I don’t dare to judge anymore though. I want to be good, but that’s pretty hard when you don’t know what good is anymore. It is time for me to divert and comfort myself, so I can think again  ;).

Read this book when a) you want to read a classic novel
b) you want to think about freedom
c) you need something that scares you subtly
d) you need to overthink good and bad again
e) we actually should all read this to feel free again

The Dutch Wiki-page about the book has some mistakes, don’t read that but read the book. Think about good and bad and justice. Safe us  ;).

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The Devil and Miss Prym

August 29, 2011 at 11:00 (Books) (, , , )

Is human nature bad? Would we kill for the greater good? Even when the greater good will turn out to be egoism? Paulo Coelho asks us this when reading his book The Devil and Miss Prym. A small village full of hard-working people is offered a great opportunity that could save them from their good but boring lives. But they have to kill someone. Anybody. Chantal Prym is the messenger of this deal, made up by a strangers that stays in the village for a week, whether she wants it or not. She starts struggling with good and bad, angels and devils. The villagers are struggling to get the possible murder justified. All because of the stranger, he wants to know if human nature is bad.
While reading, you can’t escape asking yourself the same question. Will they kill someone? Is it possible to murder when you take somebody’s innocent live? Would I be able to do that?
The answer is mostly frightening: we don’t know, but we will all try to get our choice justified, whether you kill are not. As soon as you suceeded in justifying, you could do anything.
To know how it ends, read the book, you probably won’t regret. It’s written in an accessible way, it doesn’t feel as a ‘heavy’ book. At the same time it makes you doubt human standerds, human moral, compassion and choices.
Would you kill for a better live, even when you always liked your ‘old’ live?

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