I'm tired of making out on the telephone
Your sunrise is my sunset.
Now try to look at the moon again.
According to Inuit mythology, Malina and her brother Anningan or Aningaaq lived together in a village. They were very close when young, but came to live apart as they grew older, in the lodges for women and for men. Malina was asleep and one night, someone raped her. She had no idea who it was. The next night, exactly the same thing happened again. Determined, Malina waited for the same person the next night. When he came to attack her, she turned on the fire torch and smudged ashes in the man's eyes. She was surprised to find that it was her brother, he then chased her to apologize. He could tell where she went by the blood left. She ran so far away that she became the sun. Her brother chased after her and became the moon they are still chasing each other today.
Post-Privacy-Pfeifenraucher.
Wer mit einem Schriftsteller umgeht, tut dies ohnehin in der Voraussicht, sich einst als Erfahrung in einer Geschichte versteckt zu finden.
Markenwahn.
Genug Ideen für weitere Blognamen.
Sogar hier: Das N-Wort.
We live in an age of “informational conspicuous consumption”: an informational explosion, an orgy of data. But, like any uncontrollable explosion, this is both unsustainable and damaging in the long run. We need to become more environmentally-friendly, not only to our biological environment, but also to our informational one. I believe that Logic (and in particular, a Resource-Sensitive Dynamic Logic) is the key to sustainable informational development.