the bongobundos

Our friend the Pimp

- Amir is our 'McDaddy' around here -affirms one of our N.Y. correspondents. And in order to prove the statement our N.Y. agent recorded the comments of one girl attending Amir's German class: <Amir is such a pimp! -she said enthusiastically- I wanna marry him but I doubt he's Jewish!>

Too bad girls... (although I really don't understand how can she doubt Amir's obvious Jewishness!)

Smile!

Take a look at our new baby, boys! And rejoice!

It's been quite a hurried up work lately but I think the little thing is ready for presentation. You tell me. Later!

Oh, and by the way; check our Spanish blog to see my little cousin Ratuky ski touring over my head and have a look at my parents in Andorra (I know, they look like they are from Bolivia...).

From Poland

Pictures of snow from Spain, N.Y. and even from San Diego... and from Poland just sunny days and tanned bodies! (what is worst is the serious suspicion that this picture of Tomek and Areta was not taken in Poland but in Ukraine!)

Dreams

Yet another coincidence...
This week I was the "Back-up" intensivist, I would only go to work if things were out of control. Last night, I dreamt that I got called in because a patient had cardiac arrest, they needed my help; in my dreams after what seemed an eternity of resuscitation, the child died. I woke in sweats; I called the hospital to see if they needed me; with a surprise tone, the physician on duty told me everything was okay and they needed no help.
I started walking to a coffee-shop. 10 minutes after I called the hospital, I got paged. I called back: they were doing chest compressions a new admission and they needed my help. I drove to work. We resuscitated for four hours (the longest I have ever done chest compressions). She didn't survive.... May be there is some meaning in our dreams! (She was an A student, while I was doing chest compressions, father touched my hand and told me she wanted to be a Pediatrician).

Alireza.

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Oh, dreams / those corrugations of consciousness / chaotic doors of perception

The logical world we live in is a but a well set building of consciousness; of a categorizing apparatus aimed to produce law and order. As a categorizing machine, consciousness brings together the similar, the average, creating concepts that can -and are- logically mixed up to produce yet new concepts.

As such, Science can be defined as a post hoc construction of consciousness, an averaging of perceptions and measures of those perceptions.

Science can predict the average result of flipping a hundred coins, the average behavior of a current of electrons, the average speed at which sugar molecules coalesce with in a solution of milk and coffee. And yet Science cannot so easily predict the individual behavior of single events, as the result of a single flipping coin or the movement of one particular electron in a wire. Even Galilei had to invent a pure world of no friction to explain the average speed of his rolling stones, in Pisa.

Averaging is the mechanism through which consciousness brings law and order. But there is a huge un-categorizable world surrounding us, or at least a huge world that resists our categorizing. Of course, and to protect our sanity, we either deny the un-categorizable or leave it as a matter-of-time (for science to categorize it).

Time is one such concept that resists our attempts to categorize it -as constant, linear, unidirectional. The intromission of accounts such as those of Alex' dreams defy our 'well set building' of average knowledge. I am not sure where might this take us but I have the feeling that there is (in spite of the obvious successes of our logical consciousnesses) a non-logical world that should be approached with non-logical mechanisms.

Anticipation, intuition, communication... you tell us what to do with all this, Alireza.