A Great Day For Freedom

I listened to the Division Bell for the first time today. What took me so long, I wonder… Did you know that the name was chosen by Douglas Adams? I found out that they used to be friend with David Gilmour. How cool is that, finding out that two people you admire were friends?

Και του χρόνου

Ετοιμαστείτε: μπαίνει το 2012. Σαν ψέμα μου φαίνεται…

Και καμιά καλή ιδέα για απόψε. Μφ. {:τ

Lyrics
Πόση ώρα τώρα προσπαθείς να συνδεθείς
Και σε πετάει έξω ο υπολογιστής
Στον ξύπνο κόσμο έξω απ’ το λογισμικό
Πως βρέθηκες ξανά εδώ

Που σου χτυπάν’ την πόρτα νάνοι και παιδιά
Και ψέλνουν με βιασύνη την αρχιχρονιά
Κι εσύ που τόσο θα ‘θελες να ξεχαστείς
Προφταίνεις κάτι να ευχηθείς.

Μα είν’ αλήθεια πως ο χρόνος
Ο,τι παίρνει, το παίρνει για πάντα
Κι είν’ αλήθεια πως μετά τα τριάντα
Είναι δύσκολο να κάνεις αρχή
Κι είν’ αλήθεια πως και φέτος
το φλουρί θα το βρούνε οι άλλοι
και για σένα θα μείνει μονάχα η κραιπάλη
κι ο ύπνος το πρωί.

Μα κάποιος στρώνει τσόχα, κάποιος πλάι στο φως
Κοιτάει να πέσει έγκαιρα ο γενικός
Και κάποιος γράφει σε CD μια συλλογή
Και κάποιος ντύνεται να βγει.

Κι εσύ που πελαγώνεις και παραπατάς
Και στο τηλέφωνο ποτέ δεν απαντάς
Ανοίγεις το παράθυρό σου και κοιτάς
Και σκέφτεσαι κι εσύ να πας.

Γιατί ο χρόνος δεν υπάρχει
Γιατί ο χρόνος είσαι εσύ και οι άλλοι
Και κανείς δε γνωρίζει η ζωή που θα βγάλει
Κι όλο αυτό είναι μια μεγάλη γιορτή
Κι όποιος είπε “και του χρόνου”
θα εννοεί πως δεν τελειώσαμε φέτος
Ευτυχές και στο χέρι μας το νέο έτος
Και πες το μου κι εσύ.

Danish Diaries #14: Putada

Putada 1: I moved out of my room 4 days ago. The clever thieves called Kollegiekontoret, the people behind the dorms of Århus, have included in the contract that when you pay your rent until a certain day you must leave 7 working days earlier (+ the weekend). So my contract ends on the 15th but I had to leave my room on the 6th. These 9 days are included in the rent, of course! Yes, of course! I’ve paid for something that is impossible to use by contract. Well done, Kollegiekontoret, well done.

Putada 2: Moving out means cleaning your room thoroughly, which makes the whole ”7 days!” even stranger, since at least in theory the room is perfectly ready for its next inhabitant. Anyway, I did clean my room thoroughly, took everything and moved it to Ana’s place (thanks Ana!). So the guy came and inspected the room. He had to use his almost UV flashlight to show me how ”dirty” the tiles and the basin were. Yeah. So, 30 euros deducted from my deposit because of some barely visible scale in the bathroom. Emphasis on the barely: I did clean it. It just wasn’t, you know, perfect.

Putada 3: While cleaning my room I had a big bowl of water for the rags I used to clean the surfaces with. Somehow, I’m not really sure how because I was very careful with it, water from this bowl (it must have been from this bowl! :{ ) somehow trickled on the desk and under my laptop, slowly frying it while it was still on — a little bit like the medieval recipe for goose that has it surrounded with flames and slowly being cooked alive. At first, Firefox just wasn’t responding. All of a sudden, BSOD. And that was the hard drive’s last hurrah. Its contact with water must have killed it instantly, painlessly. The rest of the laptop seems to be working fine; the water reached only the hard drive, conveniently only to destroy the pictures I had taken the past 4 months, all the great stuff I had downloaded (which, unless in the next months the Internet is transformed into the digital counterpart of Oceania, should all be easy to find again) but most importantly, my assignments for my Erasmus courses. And the deadline for one of them was yesterday. Cue RE HALL! My professors’ reaction were mild at best, Charless Ess even said something like: something necessary to convince you to be appropriately religious about backing up. I guess he’s right.

Putada 4: I bought two bottles of mead for gifts. The bottles were made of clay so they were more sensitive to shocks than normal bottles. Sure enough, both were cracked before the end of the day I bought them. Cue another, slightly more astonished RE HALL! I had to get rid of them before they had all of their mead leaked out of them, so one I already drunk with my Erasmus classmates in the farewell Sharing Is Caring dinner (I made some tzatziki, baked potatoes and the wonderful cinnamon spaghetti that got Giulia’s –the group’s token Italian girl– approval. I could have died right there). About the other botte, I don’t know. Maybe I can manage to stuff into a plastic bottle and take it home. But the bottles are so pretty and fitting of an old viking drink recipe that it really is a pity that I can’t use them as parts of the gifts themselves.

Putada 5: My digital camera, my beloved e-510, has been acting strange lately. Buttons not working, lenses malfunctioning… Electronics seem to hate me in general lately. Anyway. For the purposes of this story the putada was magnified by its empty battery. So I decided to whip out my beautiful but mostly not used OM2-n that still had maybe 12 shots left before the B&W film I’d had inside since April was ready for developing. Good shots I did take, especially from the ‘last beer’ goodbye party. I finished the film, wound it up with too much effort apparently… and opened the back of the camera only to find the film wrapped up outside of the cartridge (re hall). Paraphrasing the famous song: Light is like oxygen: you get too much, you burn your pics. As you may be able to imagine, that’s exactly what happened. 100% useless film of 36 images lost forever was subsequently used as party prop.

I’ve been also mostly sleeping in the library. It’s verty convenient cause I have to write all of my assignments again and can work without worrying about moving somewhere else to sleep. The Information & Media Studies library is extremely cool. In which other library do you get hammocks and comfy sofas whose purpose is to provide rest to the people that have worked hard all day and joy to everyone? The Danish library culture will be one of the things I’ll look back to the most fondly…

Africa

[απόσπασμα]

 Τα στερεότυπα μάς ακολουθούν παντού. Όλοι έχουμε γνώμη και συχνά απόλυτη, χωρίς καν να γνωρίζουμε αυτό για το οποίο μιλάμε. Αλήθεια, σκεφτείτε το, πόσα στερεότυπα υπάρχουν για την Αφρική και πόσοι από όσους τα πιστεύουν έχουν επισκεφθεί ποτέ μια αφρικάνικη χώρα; Αν ρωτήσεις τον μέσο Έλληνα (όχι ότι οι Ευρωπαίοι δεν έχουν ανάλογες απόψεις, φυσικά) τη γνώμη του για τους Αφρικανούς θα έχει συγκεκριμένη άποψη, ακόμα και αν η μόνη του επαφή με τους ανθρώπους αυτούς είναι το CD ή η τσάντα που αγόρασε στο δρόμο. […]

Στερεότυπα (λινκ για το πλήρες άρθρο)

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Chimamanda Adichie: The Danger Of A Single Story

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Και για επιδόρπιο:

Why don’t you visit Africa? (Matador)

“Nobody’s listening…”

Ole Julian is at it again. It’s amazing how he’s managed to preserve his integrity this long.

iPhone, Blackberry and Gmail users are all screwed privacy-wise, says Julian Assange. It looks like our privacy doesn’t really exist in today’s world of modern technology with the recent Carrier IQ logging scandal and the one with the iPhone 4 tracking every movement you make a while back. Scary, indeed. And to make matters worse, in a recent press conference Wikileaks founder Julian Assange has made a statement about iPhone, Blackberry and Gmail users saying they are simply “screwed”.

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O ιδρυτής των Wikileaks, Julien Assange αποκάλυψε σε δηλώσεις του πως οι κυβερνήσεις σε  όλο τον κόσμο χρησιμοποιούν ηλεκτρονικές συσκευές, όπως τα smart-phones και υπολογιστές για να παρακολουθούν τι λένε οι άνθρωποι, πού πηγαίνουν και τι γράφουν.

“Ποιος από εσάς εδώ έχει BlackBerry; Ποιος χρησιμοποιεί το Gmail; Λοιπόν, τη γ@#!$@τε!» είπε ο Assange. «Η αλήθεια είναι πως υπηρεσίες πληροφοριών πωλούν σε χώρες ανά τον κόσμο συστήματα μαζικής παρακολούθησης για όλα αυτά τα προϊόντα»

Ο Julien Assange μίλησε στο City University στο Λονδίνο, οπου εγκαινιάστηκε το νέο project των  Wikileaks: τα Spyfiles. Tα spyfiles παρέχουν πληροφορίες σχετικά με τις συμφωνίες που γίνονται ανάμεσα σε ιδιωτικές εταιρείες παρακολούθησης και κυβερνήσεις από όλο τον κόσμο για τον σχεδιασμό λογισμικού παρακολούθησης . Οι συμφωνίες έχουν σκοπό την  παρακολούθηση  των δραστηριοτήτων οποιουδήποτε θέλει η κάθε κυβέρνηση.

Οι συγκεκριμένες εταιρείες, σύμφωνα με τον Assange έχουν την  έδρα τους σε τεχνολογικά εξελιγμένες χώρες αλλά πωλούν τα συστήματα παρακολούθησης και σε χώρες που περιφρονούνται από τη Δύση για τα απολυταρχικά καθεστώτα τους. Μία από αυτές είναι η Λιβύη καθώς η γαλλική εταιρεία Αmesys πούλησε στον Καντάφι εξοπλισμό ώστε να παρακολουθεί τους διαφωνούντες του καθεστώτος στο εξωτερικό.

Η βρετανική υπηρεσία πληροφοριών ΜΙ5 χρησιμοποιεί ειδικό λογισμικό ηχητικής αναγνώρισης ώστε να καταλαβαίνει ποιος μιλάει με ποιον.  Άλλες παρόμοιες υπηρεσίες  ξέρουν πως είναι ο κάθε χρήστης εμφανισιακά, τι πληκτρολογεί και που ακριβώς βρίσκεται. Ένα ειδικό πρόγραμμα επιτρέπει στις υπηρεσίες να φωτογραφίζουν ανυποψίαστα θύματα με κρυφά τοποθετημένες κάμερες στα κινητά. Υπάρχει επίσης πρόγραμμα που επιτρέπει στην υπηρεσία να γνωρίζει που ακριβώς βρίσκεται ο ιδιοκτήτης του κινητού ακόμα και όταν αυτό είναι κλειστό.

«Δημοσιεύουμε πάνω από 287 αρχεία που τεκμηριώνουν την αλήθεια σχετικά με τη βιομηχανία μαζικής παρακολούθησης. Μία βιομηχανία που πωλεί λογισμικά σε δικτάτορες και δημοκρατίες για να υποκλέψει  ολόκληρους πληθυσμούς», λέει ο Julien Assange.

link: theinsider.gr

Tim and Daisy nail it again:

Danish Diaries #13

Today is the first day of advent. In four weeks time it’s Christmas. One week before that, I’ll be setting my foot on Greek soil for the first time after almost five months. Party’s almost over and it really feels like it’s long past its peak. Two years ago I wrote this particular heartfelt piece. Right now, I’m feeling like I can’t wait for Christmas to come and for me to be with my loved ones again. Everything’s looking as if our lives are going to change dramatically in the next few months and in ways we can’t even predict now, much less a year or two ago… so I feel the need to be with my people right now.  That will necessarily mean leaving my newly-found loved ones behind over here, but my approach to such inevitable small tragedies of life can be best summarised with a “bring on the pain”. I am confident that things will take their course the only way they can…

Now I will detail such an interesting topic as the weather. The weather’s broken its month-long hiatus of just plain meh of cloudy, rainless days with sheets of rain and wind that’s blowing all of the orange leaves that had gathered in piles everywhere, turning them into forced immigrants riding towards the unknown. It’s been definitely a pretty sight. Very happy that the Danish weather finally decided to prove the wilder side of its infamy. I do not think I will see snow before I leave, though — believe it or not, Danish winters are considered ‘mild’.

Jul is coming and hyggelighed is shooting through the roofs. People getting Christmas sweets, doing their Christmas shopping starting from early November *silent sigh* Then, the quaint little Christmas bazaar in the center of Aarhus is closed by 6pm (and it’s been 2 hours of darkness already), making the Christmas wine very eloquently called Gløgg unavailable to the thirsty crowds.  What can I say? This place is boring. The only fun people seem to be having is by mindlessly consuming tons of alcohol to at least make their mind-numbingly boring Fredagsbar entertainment a tiny bit more interesting. Danish people are like a bunch of spoiled children. They’re actually more like a society of sheltered people that avoid to look at the world without some kind of capitalist-socialist rose-tinted glasses (if you’re thinking that it’s a travesty to even think that capitalism and socialism could ever walk hand-in-hand down Utopia Lane, just visit Denmark and all should become crystal clear) Its clockwork social system seems to be breeding generations of people that cannot think for themselves if their life depended on it. Maybe its a common trait between people, that… But definitely, if populations from other corners of the world share this trait with the Danes, at least the Danes are the ones that come off as the ones with the better end of the stick. They are the happiest people in the world after all…

Could Denmark be an example of what would happen to a country and a population if all its problems were magically solved? Would it all come to a grinding halt out of a sheer lack of important stuff to worry about, people being very happy leading perfectly normal, predictable and passionless lives? It does seem to me that one of the common characteristics between people of the ‘First World‘ –pardon my anachronistic geopolitical categorisation, calling rich countries ‘Western’ seems just as uninspiring– is that we all seem to invent our problems, no matter if our existing problems, big or small, are affecting our happiness or not.

That is a confusing thought. I shall leave it aside.

Where was I? Ah, yes. Too afraid of foreigners, too afraid of standing out, they are hiding deep complexes behind their feel-good, relaxed appearances, against even their own larger and frankly much more interesting Nordic relatives.

OK, enough with cultural generalisations. My relativist side is painfully screaming in protest to all the above. I would hate to do what everybody seems to be doing with Greece right now; that is branding millions of people with a single stamp. Oh, oops, hehe.

Maybe I’m just sour cause I have no Danish friends to invite me over for a hyggelig board game evening… :’e

Most of my days consist of learning Spanish, enjoying hygge alone or with my predominantly Spanish-speaking friends in various altered states (yes, natural endorphins and caffeine counts! Does caffeine withdrawal onset also count as an altered state?), obsessing with Skyward Sword like a well-behaved Pavlov’s human (the highly behaviourist principle in work here is: “we want what we can’t have”. Beware of your hardware flaws and you can probably do much better than most of us out there), writing my final assignments for Digital Media Ethics and Great Works of Art or trying to at least find a good subject for both that will balance between “I already know a lot about this, I can write this stuff down!”,  “I want to learn something new, research, research!” and “I like this topic enough I will actually choose it over all the other possibilities and give it the honour of being my subject of preference for this course”. I’m listening to Grace For Drowning a lot, watching many good films the past few days and just finished Peep Show. What a great britcom it is!

Yet, I realise that once all here is said and done, I will regret not being able to use my last days here in a more creative or… Danish way. I wish I had ideas, I really do. But the spirit of Denmark has engulfed me entirely. Now excuse me: I must continue procrastinating and not doing my in Skjoldhøj Autumn cleaning, hoping that if Ι pretend it’s not there it will magically go away οr I will vacate the room before needing to do the general cleaning, having the perfect excuse… Urgh…

 

Review: You Are Not So Smart: Why You Have Too Many Friends on Facebook, Why Your Memory Is Mostly Fiction, and 46 Other Ways You’re Deluding Yourself

You Are Not So Smart: Why You Have Too Many Friends on Facebook, Why Your Memory Is Mostly Fiction, and 46 Other Ways You're Deluding Yourself
You Are Not So Smart: Why You Have Too Many Friends on Facebook, Why Your Memory Is Mostly Fiction, and 46 Other Ways You’re Deluding Yourself by David McRaney

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Logic. The paragon of human superiority. People have achieved so much because we’re plain smarter than everyone else on this planet. Right?

Maybe not so right. David McRaney, creator of the You Are Not So Smart blog which inspired this book, thinks that people are greatly overestimating their ability to rationally make heads or tails of the world. With a collection of almost 50 articles based on a rich bibliography of psychological, neurological and sociological studies, the author deconstructs, bit by bit, all of your sense of personal superiority, security and general feeling of “I’m simply smarter”. But it’s OK, the author re-assures us; deluding ourselves is part of what makes us human.

After reading the book, one might feel that he has gained some valuable knowledge that might just make him this much smarter. I felt that way too. But alas, this is also another delusion that was unfortunately not included in the book. Read all about the Illusion of Asymmetric Insight. It would have been the perfect conclusion.

Read this book and second guess your life. If you dare.

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(I have mentioned this blog in another post of mine: Link)