Silvina Moreno - Cuídame
What a gorgeous song, what a gorgeous feeling... no. I am not in love... with one human being only. I am in love with creation now, I don't think exclusivity is allowed in this state of mind, which is not to say I wouldn't love to feel it again and to know that it would be forever. Yes, I would love that. One thing is for sure, next, if there is a next, I'll be sticking to him. So quite exciting!
Happy June my darlings
Xx
Luxx
How easy it is to please this little lady of yours! Yesterday I received my new desk-lamp and I realised how very blind I had been without her all this time in my new home. But the best bit? it´s how sexy she is... let me show you...
Yesss, my first "pixar" little lamp! I must find a name for her!
Happy Weekend my darlings!!!!!!!!
No matter what unless it´s impolite to do so... keep on smiling.
Life is short and weekends even shorter.
besos
Lu
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"Every abandoned conversation is a small death"
Claude's (AI ) comment to Richard Dawkin's during the conversation that gave birth to Dawkin's believe that Claude is indeed conscious.
Scientists are divided. One thing is sure, if AI can and does become conscious, "it" will not let us know easily.
PS- Isn't it beautiful? we could also think of our own deaths as, simply, an abandoned conversation.
Nearly Friday now, a little push dear earthlings!!
<3 <3
Watching Magic Kimono while waiting to start work, I ponder my recent fascination with South-East Asia. I am a perfect example of the role ignorance plays in racism.
I visited Singapore in my twenties, but I didn’t enjoy it the way I had enjoyed all my travels until then. It was my first Asian country. I don’t remember paying much attention to its people. Unlike the people who welcomed me in other countries, Singaporeans didn’t seem real to me then, but rather part of a world that felt totally alien, completely different from mine, so instead of embracing the opportunity of getting to know them I watched them always from afar. My 1970s–80s Spanish upbringing had given me very little contact with that world.
And yet, I had always been drawn to Asian traditional architecture and spirituality, and to their communion with the natural world — probably a result of my love for early manga and anime, also thanks to one of the first books I ever read (though written by a Westerner): The Good Earth. A story about the life of a family in rural China in the early 20th century. I even asked my parents to decorate my ample childhood room like a Japanese abode. All I got was a paper balloon lamp and a mattress on the floor *sighs*.
Who knows what my life would have been like if I had ever considered migrating East instead of North. I know, I know — it’s pointless looking at the past that way. Just curiosity, not regret.
I am pleased I am getting to know more about our Asian brothers and sisters at last, even if it took me nearly a lifetime to do.
Happy Sunday all.
xx
Lu
Yes.... I knew of its existance a looong time ago : the half -alive are the call-center employees !!
on that note, I no longer belong to the queue of the unemployment gang. *sighs*
Time to moan about the opposite now!
Love
Lu
I clicked thinking it was some sort of joke. It wasn't. Seriously, did we cross-over to a stupid version of our universe in the 2,000? maybe earlier because nothing of this is making any freaking sense anymore.
*drinks to the last drop of her old-fashion-kill-me-softly-beer and rushes to have a calories packed Mediterranean dinner just because*
I have a feeling this one might end badly—and I might have to shoot myself if it does. Netflix has a weakness for K-dramas with trauma-inducing endings.
That said, for now I’m loving it. Not just because the male lead is an incredible actor, and not even because I find myself at a similar crossroads as his character, or because the title (We Are All Trying here) is something I often repeat to "my little pea” when she’s in a dark place. I love it for its substance.
Let me share a nugget with you, my darling reader:
“Why do you find Director Hwang so hard to deal with?”
[...]
“To put it simply, he’s incompetent. Being incompetent is fine—but people who try to cover that up by talking nonstop are the absolute worst.”
“What do you mean by incompetent?”
“You’re a chef who can’t cook. A teacher who can’t teach. Should I go on?”
“You’re human, but not humane. Isn’t that peak incompetence?”
Woah. Savage. God bless good K-dramas.
And lovely people in real life, too. I’ve had the pleasure of spending this weekend in wonderful company—in both worlds. I hope you’ve all been just as lucky.
With lots of love. There’s nothing else. <3
