Where does life come from? A very original question.
If someone created it: the question remains: How did the creator do it? If someone brought it along through space, how did it emerge where it came from?
Although the answers given by Freeman Dyson seem to be the best ones so far, combining the origin of heredity/replication with the origin of metabolism, the quest for the origin of life seems endless.
So lets look for some interesting creation Myths. In my rather cheap edition of a mythology book creation is the first chapter after the introduction. How original again.
If you take a closer look at the myths, it seems that they focus on different aspects of the origin of what we consider to be the universe.
For a start let us discuss the Egyptian myth of Nun. What is the difference between the primal soup and the primal sea? What is the difference between Maat and Miller? Both intended to create order from chaos.
Unfortunately there is a documentary on ORF III tonight, that I cannot miss. It is on a completely different topic, but I promise to continue to discuss matters of the origin of life in this blog.
By the way, today the Bauernbergpark Man asked someone for a cigarette close to where I live. For him, I think, the universe is created anew every day.
Monday, 13 August 2012
Sunday, 12 August 2012
Archy good Archy nice
I have just rewritten my short prose on a guy doing something nasty to a church in Linz. So I am productive. The problem with short prose is that you need a lot of small nice ideas to have enough material one day. I have four short stories so far. That is nothing.
I think the next one will be about trying to steal a bottle from the Bauernbergpark Man. He is the star of my Blog, so he will be the only real character in my short prose collection. Ha.
Maybe I even manage to write a poem today. For some reason I am having a good time, although my beloved one is very far away from me. Wait a moment. That's it. My sadness and loneliness gives me the kick on the dark side of the moon to be productive.
On the other hand it could also be the lime ice cream with blueberries I have consumed just a few minutes ago.
Yes drugs and loneliness. That feels good. Makes me feel young again.
So: What is left to do for today: Write a poem, write some short prose, make some plans for publishing some of the stuff, walk the dog, sleep. Ha
I'll do that. No time for stupid blogging any more.
Cu
I think the next one will be about trying to steal a bottle from the Bauernbergpark Man. He is the star of my Blog, so he will be the only real character in my short prose collection. Ha.
Maybe I even manage to write a poem today. For some reason I am having a good time, although my beloved one is very far away from me. Wait a moment. That's it. My sadness and loneliness gives me the kick on the dark side of the moon to be productive.
On the other hand it could also be the lime ice cream with blueberries I have consumed just a few minutes ago.
Yes drugs and loneliness. That feels good. Makes me feel young again.
So: What is left to do for today: Write a poem, write some short prose, make some plans for publishing some of the stuff, walk the dog, sleep. Ha
I'll do that. No time for stupid blogging any more.
Cu
Monday, 6 August 2012
Waunfawr
2 weeks in Wales are not enough. From Snowdonia ale to windy beaches everything was fine. I didn't even miss the Bauernbergpark and the Man although when I came back I first made sure that he is still around.
His latest drawings on the ground are rather interesting by the way. They look somewhat like this: <O> with all his cigarette butts in the middle.
Hmm. He sure has some troubles with the thunderstorms recently.
I wish my posts get more coherent again but I can't think of anything more interesting when I listen to David Bowie music.
My little finger hurts from typing.
I have to stop.
Sorry.
:-)
His latest drawings on the ground are rather interesting by the way. They look somewhat like this: <O> with all his cigarette butts in the middle.
Hmm. He sure has some troubles with the thunderstorms recently.
I wish my posts get more coherent again but I can't think of anything more interesting when I listen to David Bowie music.
My little finger hurts from typing.
I have to stop.
Sorry.
:-)
Thursday, 2 August 2012
Coward
I have just deleted an interesting post that would have probably cost my job.
I will post it later, one day, hopefully.
Curious, eh?
Harr.
I will post it later, one day, hopefully.
Curious, eh?
Harr.
Friday, 25 May 2012
Lone Wolf and Cub
After watching a very bloody Japanese sword movie I feel like writing some lines.
Dear Blog. In the absence of a friend to whom I can tell all this, I write it down, on a server somewhere, for you, dear audience, to read.
Imagine a wolf, no better a werewolf, sitting on a window sill, in a vast building, in winter, howling at the moon.
Imagine a lightning fast creature, speeding through the snow storm towards a distant light.
Imagine an almost dead mammoth stuck in a tar pit.
Imagine a man watching an endless colony of ants, that has occupied a whole mountain.
Imagine a lover knowing nothing about his beloved one
Imagine a gambler losing and winning every single day
And finally imagine a man living on a park bench in Bauernbergpark who watches another guy with a brown and white dog walk by.
If you can imagine all this we can start to talk about the world. If you do not understand, who else will?
Dear Blog. In the absence of a friend to whom I can tell all this, I write it down, on a server somewhere, for you, dear audience, to read.
Imagine a wolf, no better a werewolf, sitting on a window sill, in a vast building, in winter, howling at the moon.
Imagine a lightning fast creature, speeding through the snow storm towards a distant light.
Imagine an almost dead mammoth stuck in a tar pit.
Imagine a man watching an endless colony of ants, that has occupied a whole mountain.
Imagine a lover knowing nothing about his beloved one
Imagine a gambler losing and winning every single day
And finally imagine a man living on a park bench in Bauernbergpark who watches another guy with a brown and white dog walk by.
If you can imagine all this we can start to talk about the world. If you do not understand, who else will?
Thursday, 17 May 2012
Total Eclipse
Thales of Miletus is famous for correctly predicting a solar eclipse. I cannot even correctly recall the date of the one that I saw more than 10 years ago somewhere in Burgenland. That is not the only fact why Thales was a much better philosopher than I will ever be. He did not get headaches from mathematics and he was so courageous to declare that everything comes from water. I can only turn wine into water.
My system of logic fails to solve simple puzzles and I refuse to read Hegel.
Nevertheless I know many names of philosophers. I am sure this makes me one of them. Maybe I could wear a funny toga with a sign stitched on that says "Philosopher" or I could buy me a barrel.
Ah. Now I will predict the next total eclipse.
Voila: May 20 2012, not so faR FROM NOW.
Poor Thales did not have Wikipedia to assist his predictions. Tahda: With some technical assistance I will be as famous as Thales, the first philosopher, you will see.
My system of logic fails to solve simple puzzles and I refuse to read Hegel.
Nevertheless I know many names of philosophers. I am sure this makes me one of them. Maybe I could wear a funny toga with a sign stitched on that says "Philosopher" or I could buy me a barrel.
Ah. Now I will predict the next total eclipse.
Voila: May 20 2012, not so faR FROM NOW.
Poor Thales did not have Wikipedia to assist his predictions. Tahda: With some technical assistance I will be as famous as Thales, the first philosopher, you will see.
Monday, 7 May 2012
Black Magic Woman
Peter Green has a rather interesting biography. Whatever happened to him in 1970, he has all my sympathy not only for being one of the greatest guitarists of all time. He is indeed a survivor.
My friend Wolfgang is not.
He died a few days ago just before his 46th birthday. It was either another suicide attempt, this time a successful one, or the consequences of his latest attempt. I am not sure.
He was a prisoner. We all are. Nevertheless, we usually are aware of the taste of freedom. Some of us more often, some of us less often. I don't know what took his life in the end. He was always living a few steps from the grave. The best times for him were those when he didn't realize that his house was built on sand and he had this childish stare at the world. Then he was in peace. Long stretches of his life seem like agony to me.
For me he always had kind words and he helped me whenever he could. I should have spent more time with him. Now all I can do is carry him with me in my heart. This I will do.
He didn't live far from the Bauernbergpark Man. Everyday I go past Wolfgang's empty apartment I wish that he may be together with a black magic woman now.
Someone to magic away the pain he had to endure in this world.
My friend Wolfgang is not.
He died a few days ago just before his 46th birthday. It was either another suicide attempt, this time a successful one, or the consequences of his latest attempt. I am not sure.
He was a prisoner. We all are. Nevertheless, we usually are aware of the taste of freedom. Some of us more often, some of us less often. I don't know what took his life in the end. He was always living a few steps from the grave. The best times for him were those when he didn't realize that his house was built on sand and he had this childish stare at the world. Then he was in peace. Long stretches of his life seem like agony to me.
For me he always had kind words and he helped me whenever he could. I should have spent more time with him. Now all I can do is carry him with me in my heart. This I will do.
He didn't live far from the Bauernbergpark Man. Everyday I go past Wolfgang's empty apartment I wish that he may be together with a black magic woman now.
Someone to magic away the pain he had to endure in this world.
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Cold Black Night
I have rediscovered 60ies Blues from England for myself. So I listen to Fleetwood Mac with Peter Green all the time.
For a while the weather seems good for both the Bauernberpark Man and me, though I suppose that is due to climate change.
Ah: Albatross. Hmm.
Before going to bed I tend to read Russell's History of Western Philosophy. When doing so I considered that I want to write books that will have to be burnt some day by a totalitarian regime. But instead I am writing this blog. Does that make sense?
Maybe I have to write in a more provocative way.
Ah: Black Magic Woman. Hmm. Nice Peter Green solo.
I guess I am too much soaked with popular culture and too far away from the street (intellectually) to be able to write something valuable.
Nevertheless I love to quote: From Shakespeare to Nietzsche, from Anaximander to the Rolling Stones:
"Hier bin ich Mensch"
Ah: Like Crying. Hmm
The Bauernbergpark Man has another habit, I haven't mentioned. When he leaves the place where he sleeps (at the moment it's the pavilion) he often walks down to a Hofer shop nearby. There he sits on a chair. I don't know if he asks passers-by for money. I am not sure.
Ah: Need Your Love So Bad. Hmm
Good Night. May it not be too cold.
For a while the weather seems good for both the Bauernberpark Man and me, though I suppose that is due to climate change.
Ah: Albatross. Hmm.
Before going to bed I tend to read Russell's History of Western Philosophy. When doing so I considered that I want to write books that will have to be burnt some day by a totalitarian regime. But instead I am writing this blog. Does that make sense?
Maybe I have to write in a more provocative way.
Ah: Black Magic Woman. Hmm. Nice Peter Green solo.
I guess I am too much soaked with popular culture and too far away from the street (intellectually) to be able to write something valuable.
Nevertheless I love to quote: From Shakespeare to Nietzsche, from Anaximander to the Rolling Stones:
"Hier bin ich Mensch"
Ah: Like Crying. Hmm
The Bauernbergpark Man has another habit, I haven't mentioned. When he leaves the place where he sleeps (at the moment it's the pavilion) he often walks down to a Hofer shop nearby. There he sits on a chair. I don't know if he asks passers-by for money. I am not sure.
Ah: Need Your Love So Bad. Hmm
Good Night. May it not be too cold.
Wednesday, 18 April 2012
Life, the universe and bullshit
Hello spaceboy- famous David Bowie/Pet Shop Boys words - says the loudspeaker of my humble iMac while the Bauernbergpark man still uses our plastic bag, which makes me very proud of my girlfriend. Meanwhile a famous Norwegian killer has his own court show. What a weird planet.
But I am the one who cannot complain, for I am the one with the iMac singing Bowie tunes, not the one with the second hand plastic bag and not the maniac who shot lots of children.
These are stories about the universe. Let us consider life. Ha!
Today I have read a neoaristotelian critique of cartesian dualism. That is fine. I am for plurality and I am sure that Norwegian killer idiots will shoot you, no matter what side you are on. I am not sure what to favor but anyway, my thesis will deal with the problem, and then I will know everything about life, the universe and of course Harry G. Frankfurt's bullshit.
Considering his book I should rename the blog to "the unpublished bullshit blog". Ha again!
Nevertheless I love the grey zone between serious science and folk knowledge. I am, therefore I write. Ha!
Descartes could not have put it better.
While oil prices are so high, that people even consider to use public transport, and that e-car commercials are shown even on TV, Bowie sings another song for me, this time assisted by Freddie Mercury: to care for the people on the edge of the night...Ha!
But I am the one who cannot complain, for I am the one with the iMac singing Bowie tunes, not the one with the second hand plastic bag and not the maniac who shot lots of children.
These are stories about the universe. Let us consider life. Ha!
Today I have read a neoaristotelian critique of cartesian dualism. That is fine. I am for plurality and I am sure that Norwegian killer idiots will shoot you, no matter what side you are on. I am not sure what to favor but anyway, my thesis will deal with the problem, and then I will know everything about life, the universe and of course Harry G. Frankfurt's bullshit.
Considering his book I should rename the blog to "the unpublished bullshit blog". Ha again!
Nevertheless I love the grey zone between serious science and folk knowledge. I am, therefore I write. Ha!
Descartes could not have put it better.
While oil prices are so high, that people even consider to use public transport, and that e-car commercials are shown even on TV, Bowie sings another song for me, this time assisted by Freddie Mercury: to care for the people on the edge of the night...Ha!
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