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on Global Warming

nobody@ipernity.com (peri22b) — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 00:54:23 +0000

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Cannot embed it somehow... but you can watch it here. Have fun!

old news?

nobody@ipernity.com (peri22b) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 20:24:07 +0000

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Prize

nobody@ipernity.com (peri22b) — Fri, 03 Apr 2009 19:13:47 +0000

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Prize

Of our every action there is a benefit.

The thing is we, more often than not, have not been waiting to receive anything, because to act is a pleasure in itself. Often somebody else gets the benefit (and we don't even know).

But like everything else, there are moments we receive much more than we ever expected.

Σύγχρονα Ἑλληνικὰ ᾄσματα

nobody@ipernity.com (peri22b) — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 22:26:25 +0000

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Ἴσως ἔγκειται σὲ μένα τὸν ἴδιον, ἀλλὰ δὲν ἔχω ἀκόμη ἀκούσει κάποιαν νέα δημιουργία ποὺ τόσο ἀπὸ πλευρᾶς στίχων ὅσο καὶ ὕφους νὰ σὲ προκαλῇ νὰ τραγουδήσῃς. Αὑτὸ ποὺ σώζει τὸ ἄκουσμα εἶναι συνήθως τὰ ὄργανα, μὲ τοὺς λαμπρούς των ἤχους, ἀλλ᾽ αὐτό πάλι δὲν ἀρκεῖ γιὰ νὰ μιλήσῃ κανεὶς γιὰ ἕνα καλό «τραγοῦδι».

Ποῦ ὀφείλεται ἄραγε ἡ κακοδαιμονία αὐτή;

Στὸ ὅτι τὰ ᾄσματα ἐκφράζουν τὸν λαϊκὸν πόνο; Χμμ, ἴσως κάπου κάπου... ὅμως βιώνει ὁ λαός αὐτὸς μονάχα πόνο; Καὶ ὅταν πονᾷ τραγουδᾷ τὰ ἄφθονα τοιοῦτα; ἢ μήπως προκαλοῦν περισσότερη ἀναισθησία καὶ ὑποβολήν, ἀφ᾽ ὅτι ἂς ὑποθέσωμε πὼς ἁπαλύνουν;

Καὶ ἔστω πὼς ἔχουν κάποιαν λειτουργία καὶ ρόλο νὰ ἐκπληρώσουν, δὲν βρέθηκε κανείς μουσικοσυνθέτης ποὺ νὰ μὴν πονᾷ; ἢ δὲν ἐνδιαφέρθηκε κανείς ἀκροατὴς νὰ διαμαρτηρυθῇ γιὰ τὴν δυστυχία μὲ τὴν ὁποίαν βομβαρδίζεται ὁ Ἑλληνικὸς αἰθέρας, ἢ δὲν γνωρίζουν οἱ νεοέλληνες ἄλλα, ἄξια νὰ ἐκφρασθοῦν μουσικῶς, βιώματα;

Ἐκτὸς αὐτῶν, τὸ γεγονός ὅτι τὰ ᾄσματα αὐτά δὲν ᾄδονται ἐμπράκτως, ἀλλὰ μᾶλλον προορίζονται γιὰ νὰ γεμίζουν χρόνους ἐκπομπῆς καὶ τὶς προθῆκες δισκοπωλείων, ἐξηγεῖ ἀρκετά περὶ τὴν ποιότητά των...

Μᾶς ὑπολείπεται, ἀπό τι φαίνεται, γιὰ ἄλλην μιά φορά τὸ ... ἔνδοξον παρελθόν.

New life after... life as usual.

nobody@ipernity.com (peri22b) — Thu, 02 Oct 2008 00:35:54 +0000

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Today, in the heavy rain, there was a guy walking on the highway. Rather strange to see him there, because it's not allowed. He had a gsm at his ear and was totally wet. I thought he might have been looking for a gas station, but there was no car at the road side. He seemed a bit miserable and lost. Before even thinking to offer him a lift, or whatever, I've come rather far away, so no way to go back.

My next thought was that he could have been considering to commit suicide. Well, somehow I could stop him, but what would be the best way? And would I have the right to interfere? If on the other side he was not intending to, I would seem confused or crazy...

Riding further I found peace with this: next time I'll see someone like this, I'll go out, open my arms as wide as I can, smile as wide as I can and tell the person in question that I'm Angel Peri, but that he can call me John or something. Then I'll explain to him that he has just died and he came here, which is what people on earth call Paradise and that I came to welcome him and help him find his way in his new life. Commiting suicide would not be a problem, because, as he sees, he'll keep coming back all the way untill he gets a better idea.

I suppose that this change of perspective will surprise the person and will take away any bad thoughts and shall refresh his life's outlook by taking away his ultimate escape mechanism for a moment and giving it back in multiple.

Well... that's the kind of thoughts coming in, when one drives too much and alone in rainy days...

Profile update...

nobody@ipernity.com (peri22b) — Sun, 27 Jul 2008 15:33:49 +0000

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The Spirit

I am a fervent student of procrastination and a pseudo-intellectual, and when forced I have many talents, one of which is to feel like I can accomplish anything.

The Attitude

I'm also a good friend to have, because only the last years I start to think in terms of "what I offer vs. what I get". Must say that this attitude is contra-productive, seeing that people cannot offer much, or never think of it or mainly are only preoccupied with *getting* as much as they can (and save it for a later day, when "life will start") I end up doing nothing but waiting... So I usually remain very humanitarian of sorts, because there's more joy in the activity itself than the accounting.

The Forces

When the Gods allow, I'm also a father.

I have a terrible ex and a wonderful girlfriend.

The Love

I'm also an aspiring creator. (That's my way of saying I have a passion for writing, composing, organising, anything you can dream of, but not so much for realising it). This has to do with a childish attitude of mine, the joy of doing things together. BUT... sharing things in an enthousiastic way (the word says it already, "godly") is not possible for me when the others are not in the same wave length or level... I can't play the teacher or the student (after my 30's) for the things of the greatest enjoyment. I keep teaching & learning for what it is and not as a surrogate for sharing.

The Wisdom

My studies of procrastination show that it is best to do things only at the last moment. That increases the adrenaline and motivation. But because I also like balance & taking responsibility, I also love *preparation*. I prepare already years in advance for opportunities that would be nice to have. Opportunities come when they like, it seems. So if you can't see them at the right moment, they are lost and you didn't even notice. Not good!

The Thoughts

This makes my life a continuing experiment and play. Also means that if I'm lost in my thoughts, it is always for some far future condition that may come and my reaction to it. Never about the present. Somehow I can't think about the present. I can only realise and act (or... not realise and not act :-DDD). I prefer that the future occupies my thoughts, because it's an optimistic and positive activity, even when a darkness hangs above this future, the war against it is raging in my head and if I have no chance of winning, I avoid the way leading to it today.

The Relations

I obliged myself since my youngest years to view my partner as "the last one". That would ensure total involvement, concentration and even identification with her. I considered that as "good". I didn't find adultery nice, not because someone told me so, but because I didn't want to cheat myself. As a partner is "my other self" there was no joy in illicity...

Nowadays, having tasted a divorce and not being able to oversee the consequences on my principles, I begin with another premiss: this partner is "the next one". It makes life easier, keeps awake, allows for a relation and not an identification and it doesn't take away anything. There's nothing taken for granted and no silent expectation. It feels better like this; only want to see if it works....

Ipernity

Before coming here I was a member on Flickr. But became pissed off with the whole affair that many of us know. Though not a victim of their practices myself, found their lack of a clever/creative solution (and disrespect towards the clients and the public) very annoying. It made me feel very dependent on the capricious will of a violent thief of my money and good spirits. Bliah!!!

Came here after some German guy linked to ipernity and of course I couldn't resist. The layout, the numerous possibilities, the people springing here & there, the very fresh and tasty way of doing things, the visible ipernity-team, the friendliness and class of the members, the perpetual improvement of functionality. The tent is happy :-) and it makes me happy too!

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Sine Casu et Amore Ars non est!

A marriage conversation

nobody@ipernity.com (peri22b) — Fri, 21 Sep 2007 13:09:13 +0000

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Before the marriage:

She: Yes, at last! It was so hard to wait!

He: Do you want to leave me?

She: NO! Don't even think of that!

He: Do you love me?

She: Of course!

He: Have you ever cheated on me?

She: NO! why you even asking?

He: Will you kiss me?

She: Yes!

He: Will you hit me or shout my brains dead?

She: No way! I'm not such kind of person!

He: Can I trust you?

She: Yes.

Now after the marriage you can read it from below to up !!!!

does nature experiment?

nobody@ipernity.com (peri22b) — Sun, 16 Sep 2007 23:38:31 +0000

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what is the general belief on Ipernity about the experimental aspirations of nature?

you have to see this guy!!!

nobody@ipernity.com (peri22b) — Tue, 11 Sep 2007 21:53:47 +0000

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Sexual Consent

nobody@ipernity.com (peri22b) — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 16:53:47 +0000

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Sexual Consent

Posted Sep 6, 2007

Why it's always a good idea to use a sexual consent form.

(You have to click on the blue title to view the film)

Why does nobody like this cow????

nobody@ipernity.com (peri22b) — Wed, 05 Sep 2007 20:16:39 +0000

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Look people, I didn't put this cow on Ipernity for nothing!!!

She is beautiful and healthy, has a modern look, nice friendly colours and knows how to pose for a photo.

I don't understand that until now only 14 people have visited her and not even one has added a comment. How can I sell that to this poor animal? Is humanity getting insensitive to beauty? Doesn't anybody like cows on Ipernity? People here believe that you get tha mad-cow sickness from internet???

I think it's time to go to F****r again!!!!

(Of course not that last one, it would be electronic suicide) :-DDD

Telepathy and it's scientific proof, made simple for everyone

nobody@ipernity.com (peri22b) — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 12:19:44 +0000

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Well people! why do you try to invent the wheel again from scratch? Telepathy happens to me every day! Much too often I think about someone and within a couple of seconds or a minute the telephone goes! Even others noticed this when around me! :-O It is really a miracle...

Now the secret for achieving this incredible metaphysical state is this, you can start practicing it immediately:

Start by making a lot of appointments and forget about them. Et voilà! the phone will start ringing and moreover you will also have a feeling beforehand about who it is and even what they are going to say!!! It has an even stronger effect when others are around and experience this on its genesis!

Isn't this a miracle??? Maybe this is the reason why telepathy happens mostly to people with 'other, unusual abilities', because to make appointments and forget them is for sure out of the ordinary! And it is also a characteristic of artistic or creative types. No wonder there!

So! I proved to everyone here the only real and purely scientific and experimental way to realise telepathy on a sound foundation!

an unusual night at full moon

nobody@ipernity.com (peri22b) — Tue, 31 Jul 2007 04:52:27 +0000

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It was already after midnight when I reached home the other day...

and quite unusualy I begun soon having an awkward feeling...

not long after I knew where it came from; There! on the floor, laid the cause of my ruin...

the first symptom I can recall was seeing things oversized double...

not liking panic, I tried to solve the problem before it became a torture... by skyping some enemies and friends...

them, having promised to do something about it, I decided to listen to some music in the meantime...

and when the music was over and nothing was happening I sought the words of some Philosophers in residence.

But as befits a real Philosopher, they kept thinking, silent as fish. This attitude I could not take and, as far as I can now recall...

strange thoughts took over my mind. It was a kind of trance as I was trying to find anything to satisfy my cravings... I even thought to cut my best friend off his native roots and smoke him. (His name is Bill, or sometimes Santa-Claus, depending on his role in the seasonable give & take of human interaction) ...

But alas! to no avail... . I didn't do it also for one more reason, as regards smoking, I am a vegetarian. The ashtray looked at me as miserable as ever...

I couldn't do more than bang my head against the wall which increased my torture beyond measure.

And as torture increases, so increases the wish for salvation, dissolution, anihilation... This happened to me too, in a mixture of anxiety, pain andobsessive self-destructing tendencies. I first shaked myself to the kitchen, where all the house poisons have their place...

but in a flash I remembered the little bottle with the most effective poison that exists on this planet! Violin cleaner!

When a bad violinist uses some drops, the public cannot imagine that out of her shining instrument such terrible crashes can ensue, that can kill the best of musical taste! All the better for her, who then can keep the whole money without the vain need to finish the performance!

In my desperation I had now found a solution of my pains. Reason to sing a soothing song in old German tradition!

But such was my excitement and so tragically strong the opposing feelings of innocent joy against the destructive addiction, that my soul prefered giving an abrupt end to all this, by jumping off the high building where I reside.

I burst in tears! tears hot as a shower of boiling rain, or tea drunk too soon after serving. I cried myself a river...

and at that moment I went to write my last will.

Because I'm not especially gifted, the hand of my lame intellectual ruins that I was, sought advice from my intimate room mates, to whom I listened carefully,

but nevertheless, could not agree with their sayings.

Then, out of the blue the words of the exotic Gäbii in G. visited me in the most hopeless moment: 'try Feng-Shui'...

and so I did. Her own special edition! 'Vëng-ßüï in Karlsruhigim'. But the longest I did it the more I wanted to hang myself in the corridor...

At this very moment, when the rope was hung and my prayers completed with 'help me Lord, me the big Zero' there came a knock at the door. Or was it the ringing of the bell? nobody can tell anymore and it also has no meaning trying to find out the exact sequence of events. I rushed my disappointed body to the door...

looked through the secretive opening, by first in discreet silence displacing the lid, wondering who was the mysterious visitor, witness of my own very end! Maybe a competitor out of the distant past, when love had less value than a mere touch on the skin of an unusual young lady? I looked...

and saw ...

a big NOTHING !!! furiously I turned my eyes to the side window and looked outside.

I was not pleased; clandestine clouds were rushing in every direction, not knowing where to pour their awful rain. I returned to the sitting room this time, wanting to make a choice for the proper end. WHAT !? what is THIS there, there, on the table?!

Refined nightmares like this one I have never had and among humans, I believe, no other! a vicious ghost is trying to torture the last drop of hope out of my very being? a blurred glimpse of a not even promised land? in return for what? is the approaching end notenough reward for revenging a frivolous past and a blind future? is the...

'STOP THIS FOOLISH GOSSIPING OF YOURS'

I, I, I turned around to see where this grand voice came from and His awesome straightened finger, gloved in pitch black of the finest penisskin-leather in the world, pointed to the table where I saw again this nightmarish LAST letter...and soon made the connection! 'YOU !?' Yes! it was He Himself !

'LISTEN SIR, I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND I DON'T EVER NEED TO KNOW, BUT IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE. I'M HERE!'

'How did you come in? did you knock at my door? did I ever give you a key? did I call you?'

'FOOLISH YOU ! I ALWAYS APPEAR UNEXPECTED, LIKE THE TAX OFFICIALS. BUT THERE IS ONE DIFFERENCE: THEY TAKE. I GIVE'

'But I looked through the door's opening and saw nothing!?'

'YES, I AM ZORRO BUT FOREIGNERS SOMETIMES UNKNOWINGLY CALL ME "ZERO" '

'This explaines everything! you came as Zero but you are Zorro, no?'

'I'LL TELL YOU ONE THING; WHY DO YOU DO THAT TO YOURSELF. YOU PLAY DICE WITH YOUR LIFE AND THERE'RE MORE ODDS TO LOSE, STOP IT'

'Look mister Zorro, I can accept your friendship in the form of a number of cigarettes but I cannot equally accept your advice. I'm too stupid for that. And if you insist you can have my iron finger in return for your services'

He then stared at me and with a magic movement of his hand appeared some incomprehensible formula made of cigarettes on my table...

'THIS WILL SOLVE YOUR PROBLEM' he uttered 'IT IS PURE MATHEMATICS. YOU MULTIPLY PI (π) WITH THE IMAGINARY NUMBER (i) AND YOU GET A CIRCLE YOU CANNOT IMAGINE !'

'WHAT??? listen mr. Zorro, as I am a zero myself I cannot multiply or divide anything without driving it to extinction and if I add myself to others or go away it makes no difference... Even of zero I'm only the last letter! give me the cigarettes! NOW!!! '

He looked at me and his ironic smile turned quickly to a fatherly warmth. He the said:

'DON'T WORRY BOY, IT'S ACTUALLY ALL ABOUT LOVE, EVEN IF IT'S ONLY LOVE FOR CIGARETTES IT IS THE SAME LOVE. YOU ONLY CAN'T SEE IT '

...and pafff ! he disappeared like he has never been there ... I didn't like that! not polite at all for a Mr.Zorro!!! I looked everywhere to find him...

but no result... he left and didn't even tell me where he purchased these wonderful gloves of his! I'll never let him in my house again... pffff ! But looking out of the window again the sky was illuminated with a colourful glow! ah, dawn is coming early, it seemed...

I looked at it for some moments without finding anything unusual. Then after having lighted and smoked the first cigarette of this particular night, I took my flute and played some notes of the Magic Flute...

it sounded hot! on the lips especially, but the ears as well !

And as I was playing I looked again out of my window and it was night once more; and the stars where shining like never before, with one out of the millions of little twinkling lights happily flying out there where no human has ever been. And it all mingled with the warm sounds of the Magic Flute in a wonderful symphony!

Moral of the story : (anyone a better verse, pliiiiiiiiiiiiiiizzz?)

If your are a smoker and thus not wise,

one night you may implore

for a cigarette, or otherwise

any guests thou will deplore!

a wonderful story!

nobody@ipernity.com (peri22b) — Mon, 02 Jul 2007 21:47:30 +0000

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