O my. Platitudes are being served on our beloved internet at mindboggling speed. And the one that makes me slightly nauseous on this early evening hour is the saga of the fake news. Fake news is to blame for everything: that Hillary lost, that Trump won, that the poles are melting, the sea is rising …
We all dream. Luckily, we do not always know what other people dream, and our box of dreams is conveniently closed to the peeping of the people around us. Frankly, neuroscience discovered that our dreams are pretty much a dark and doom affair anyway. But DeepMind, Google’s powerfull AI (artificial Intelligence) dreams… and wakes up …
Google is launching its own “first-of-its-kind livestream festival for good” called GOODFest this month. English indie band Glass Animals will kick off by performing at the BAM Cafe in New York City on November 29. A further four shows will follow across New Orleans, Seattle, San Francisco and Los Angeles. These five events will be …
Yes, I’ve read Sartre. In French. I have every single book of Haruki Murakami, in handy English translation. I chewed through the right-in-your-face prose of Herta Muller, in German (and hated it). I loved the extreme contagious wit of John Steinbeck, the masterful wizardries of Samuel Beckett. Pablo Neruda made me weep, even in translation. …
At three o’clock in the morning, I was hovering over your little bed. You were very busy sleeping, and guarding that little furry long-eared rabbit from nasty dreams and evil spirits. Rabbit snored peaceful and happy. You looked like the magical princess of Avalon: cute, fragile, innocent and with strength to spare. Exactly one year …
Can we call it a little sabbatical? There is this sweet little girl crawling around here that nibbled away my writing time. See, I had little brown bear to read, and show her the things of life. But, recently I bought some of my time back. Missed the writing. Missed the interactions. So, here I …
They bombed my airport. Twice. People lay dead in the hallway where I took off to Austin a week ago. The Starbucks where I grabbed my espresso is simply gone. Blasted to bits. I was less than two miles from the airport when it happened this morning. There is a metro burning under Brussels. People …
Story of my life. I wanted to become a pilot and an astronaut. I had enough enthusiasm to move a small country in the effort to make it happen, but it turned out I was colorblind. No flying, no sexy planes, no rockets. But I always tried to think like an astronaut, be it a …
The U.S. Federal Trade Commission (FTC) updated its guidance on native advertising just before attacking the Christmas diner. With the guidance, the FTC tries to make sure to protect consumers from advertising in disguise. Confused and confusing A study from contently.com stated the obvious: consumers are utterly confused about what is advertising, and what is …
Bizarre. I’m not a Bowie groupie, never labeled myself as a fan. But, there is a Starman woven into the very fabric of my Life. Lyrics and tunes from Bowie that paved the way. My way. A Major Tom that made me dream of space. I still whisper that song, every night I look out …