garbit

garbit as in "garb-age" that sounds like "grab-age"
and not at all like what is for throwing away
or the 90's dark pop band of the same
moving name

(i learned form computer games that "garb" stands for "garments" which, in turn, i also learned from computer games, stands for "clothes" - the last one in the "future wars" adventure game to be exact)

(image from the site that it links to)

this post has nothing to do with clothes.
or garbage, for that matter.
it might have something to do with bits of garbage
though
as what do little empty thoughts
become "after" having been hatched,
"after" having materialized in a flimsy translucent bubble,
(with a reflection of a window, always)
and "after" having disappeared with an unformidable fade-out
effect into the great unknown
we all will visit some day?

bits of garbage. garbits.

as i'm searching inside the internet k-hole*
for things that would connect me with life (of all things bright and rare)
in a state that one might be inclined to compare (pleased to discover that it rhymes unintentionally)
with a FOMO "thing" (not in terms of meeting other people, but connecting with past memories,
dead leaves, hearful thoughts - since all i am left now are petty cynicisms and chasmic anticlimaxes),

"there",

(reading a review about NEO Scavenger, an indie strange game i cannot find the courage to play for longer than an hour or two, but which always leaves me with a strange feeling of familiarity and longing - when i tend to think about it - when i do this doesn't matter - it just comes to mind sometimes)

i found this
and through "that",
this, which is something
one would want to visit in that
exact desperation of immobility incurred
by chronic burnout and cozy loneliness you are
unwilling to part with which (i feel) causes you (me) harm.

another thing the above game review site mentions is another online
interactive "thing" called one million checkboxes, that literally contained
one million of them (or more?), that people started to visit in swarms and use it
in all kinds of creative manners unbeknownst to mere mortals like yours truly.

*sometimes i use words without knowing their meaning and looking them up afterwards - usually they're kind of proper, because i learned the gist of their meaning by other means, reading other articles at some part in the past, and have remembered the feelings they would evoke

easter 2025 (how long till 2525? thoughts about doomsday begone!
but nah. they're always there)

a bonus throwback with things to do that emulate imperfectly the elevated state of having nothing to do, the ZEN state, the "δεν" state, the frivolous insult to all the people that have chosen the path of everyday martyrs of Responsibility (to Themselves, to their Brethren, to the Society) - a game about debugging and fixing some kind of "assembly" code? yeah, my... i will say it. but maybe i won't in the end.

Ακαδημίας 58α

Εδώ και καιρό είχα κατα νου το μυστήριο κτήριο στην Ακαδημίας κοντά στην Ιπποκράτους, αυτό το διόροφο που μοιάζει να ήρθε απο άλλη εποχή (και μέρος) και να μην ανήκει στα κτήρια που το περικλείουν, κυριολεκτικά απο δεξιά, αριστερά και πάνω. Έψαξα λοιπόν στον Γκούγκλη, και βρήκα εύκολα ενα πολύ ενδιαφέρον και πλήρες άρθρο που ως θέμα έχει ακριβώς αυτό το κτήριο. Διαβάστε εδώ.

Εν συντομία, πρόκειται για ένα μέρος της κατοικίας του γνωστού Ερνέστου Τσίλερ, η οποία μετά το θάνατό του αγοράστηκε απο τον τραπεζίτη Διονύσιο Λοβέρδο (βλ. Ιωνική και Λαϊκή Τράπεζα). Μεταμορφώθηκε σε μουσείο και στέγασε συλλογή βυζαντινών έργων τέχνης. Το 1979 παραχωθήθηκαν και το κτήριο, και τα εκθέματα, δωρεά στο Βυζαντινό Μουσείο, όπου και μεταφέρθηκαν (τα εκθέματα). Όσο για το κτήριο, είναι σφραγισμένο, και περιμένει την ανακαίνισή του (εγώ πάντως το θυμάμαι έτσι εγκατελειμμένο εδώ και πολλά χρόνια).

tamil script?

Δεν είναι πολύ ωραίο αυτό το script.. Τι ρώσικα μου λέτε, τι κινέζικα.. Αυτό απο κάτω δεν είναι σαν να έχει κάτσει ενα παιδάκι, και να άρχισε να ζωγραφίζει λαμπάκια, καρεκλίτσες, αυτοκινητάκια, και σκουλικάκια απο την μνύμη του, δίνοντας σε κάθε γράμμα τόνους προσοχή - οπως ζωγραφίζουν όλα τα παιδάκια; :) Είναι πολύ ωραίο. Δεν ξέρω γιατί μ'αρέσει.

அதைத் தியாகு மிக வசதியாகப் பார்க்கக் கூட மறுத்தது அவரது மொத்தக் கூட்டத்தின் காமாலைப் பார்வையையும், காரியக் குருட்டுத்தனத்தையும் தெளிவாகக் காட்டுகிறது.
புடின் ஒரு முன்னாள் உயர் நிலை கேஜிபி அதிகாரி

Τι παιδάκια.. απ'ότι φαίνεται το blog απο το οποίο αντέγραψα την παραπάνω παράγραφο έχει να κάνει με πολιτική, κριτική της κομμουνιστικής ιστορίας και προσέγγισης, και όλα τα συναφή. (http://thamizmani.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html) Καμία σχέση με αυτοκινητάκια και φαναράκια και λοιπά, δηλαδη :)

Και πόσα τέτοια ακόμα υπάρχουν..

Βρήκα μάλλον απο δω το τι γλώσσα μιλάει στο blog
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tamil_script

Αμάν, και εδώ ο χάρτης απο το Wikipedia με τις γλώσσες που μιλάνε στην περιοχή γύρω από την Ινδία! Γλώσσες, διάλεκτοι - δεν ξέρω...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:South_asia_local_lang.PNG

learned helplessness

Βήκα τυχαία σε ενα φόρουμ ψάχνοντας για κάτι προγραμματιστικό (find/grep)
κάτι με ψυχολογικές προεκτάσεις..
(http://lists.hellug.gr/pipermail/linux-greek-users/2006-December/065869.html)
"...Όπως αναφέρει κάπου και ο joel Spolsky:

Years later, when I got to college, I learned about an important
theory of psychology called Learned Helplessness, developed by Dr.
Martin E. P. Seligman. This theory, backed up by years of research, is
that a great deal of depression grows out of a feeling of
helplessness: the feeling that you cannot control your environment
[for example can't get this find to just work in a minute and get over
it]. The more you feel that you can control your environment, and that
the things you do are actually working, the happier you are. When you
find yourself frustrated, angry, and upset, it's probably because of
something that happened that you could not control: even something
small. The space bar on your keyboard is not working well. When you
type, some of the words are stuck together. This gets frustrating,
because you are pressing the space bar and nothing is happening. The
key to your front door doesn't work very well. When you try to turn
it, it sticks. Another tiny frustration. [then you must find/grep
these thousand files and it takes 10 minutes to do it right allthough
you have a good idea about what must be done] These things add up;
these are the things that make us unhappy on a day-to-day basis. Even
though they seem too petty to dwell on (I mean, there are people
starving in Africa, for heaven's sake, I can't get upset about
[find/grep]), nonetheless they change our moods... "

Theory of learned helplessness in Wikipedia:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Learned_helplessness

A note on III. Exploration Deficit Syndrome

http://chirology.org/default.asp?SubId=256