Geo Quotes

In Geo-Politics, a nation has no permanent allies or permanent enemies, only permanent interests.

The universe plays tricks. Had I won that car, I never would have met my future husband. That little Geo Tracker would’ve significantly rerouted the course of my life.

Even a single macro change – like an increase in the price of gasoline due to geo-political tensions – can have tremendous effects on a business’ ability to provide value to its customers.

Our problem is one of spirituality. If a man comes to speak to me about the reforms to be undertaken in the Muslim world, about political strategies and of great geo-strategic plans, my first question to him would be whether he performed the dawn prayer in its time.

No, Geo—underneath all that, Nan really loves me. It’s just she wants me to see things her way. You know, she’s two years older; that meant a lot when we were children. I’ve always thought of her as being sort of like a road—I mean, she leads somewhere. With her, I’ll never lose my way.

I hope to repair certain important connections burned through by artificial speed, by inattentiveness. I walk, as everyone does, to see what lies ahead. I walk to remember.

Ghiorghiță maică (îl căinează mumă-sa) Știu eu ce te doare pe tine Dar nu-ți pierde firea și nu te mai gândi Că mi te prăpădești de tot, Ghiorghiță a continuat totuși să se gândească Și să se prăpădească.

It's no time to be wobbly, Geo.

Geo, let me tell you a short story. Nanny State married Big Brother and then they sat back and bathed in the power ...and counted the cash. Smiling

Anemo (wind) and Geo (earth).

To overcome the tremendous obstacles in the way of the economic unification of Africa, decisive political actions are required in the first place. Political unification is a prerequisite. The rational organization of African economies cannot precede the political organization of Africa. The elaboration of a rational formula of economic organization must come after the creation of a federal political entity. It is only within the framework of such a geo-political entity that a rational economic development and cooperation can be inserted. The inverse leads to the type of results we have witnessed over the years.

Când nimeni nu va mai ști niciuna dintre limbile ce se vorbesc astăzi pe fața pământului, Când oamenii vor comunica între ei prin formule matematice, Când istoria lumii va putea fi cuprinsă în șapte silabe, Oamenii acelei ere vor mai învăța șaptesprezece mii de pierdute cuvinte, De dragul lui Shakespeare.

I’m going to say something that’s going to make me sound like the biggest pussy ever, but after what I’ve been through…Geo could fuck half of Paris, lie to me, lose an eye, whatever—she could do anything, and still I could never think of another woman.” He gives us a half smile. “Don’t tell her that, though.

Everyone knows that the Arts are Grammar, Dialectic, Rhetoric, Arithmetic, Music, Geometry, and Astronomy. And almost everyone has met the mnemonic couplet Gram loquitur, Dia verba docet, Rhet verba colorat, Mus canit, Ar numerat, Geo ponderat, Ast colit astra. The first three constitute the Trivium or threefold way; the last four, the Quadrivium.

Yeah whatever.

The world you know, is only half the story

2 NOTES “You broke your other appointment, didn’t you?” “I did not! I told you on the phone—these people canceled at the last minute—” “Oh, Geo dear, come off it! You know, I sometimes think, about you, whenever you do something really sweet, you’re ashamed of it afterwords! You knew jolly well how badly I needed you tonight, so you broke that appointment. I could tell you were fibbing, the minute you opened your mouth! You and I can’t pull the wool over each other’s eyes. I found that out, long ago. Haven’t you—after all these years?” “I certainly should have,” he agrees, smiling and thinking what an absurd and universally accepted bit of nonsense it is that your best friends must necessarily be the ones who best understand you.

On my way, I was learning, was the product of Barack’s eternal optimism, an indication of his eagerness to be home that did nothing to signify when he would actually arrive. Almost home was not a geo-locator but rather a state of mind. Sometimes he was on his way but needed to stop in to have one last forty-five-minute conversation with a colleague before he got into the car. Other times, he was almost home but forgot to mention that he was first going to fit in a quick workout at the gym.

The police cannot be reformed—more than a century of experience proves this beyond a reasonable doubt. Even if we tried, and we do continue to try, police resist tooth and nail even the smallest reforms and the most minimal accountability. They do so, in part, because ultimately they want zero accountability. They also do so simply because they can. As we have seen, the history of American police is the history of their expanding power, and it is a voracious power that accepts no limits: a fascist power.

A world without police is therefor a world in which the police are obsolete, useless—a world where they serve literally no purpose. Seen from this angle, we're already halfway there: the police are useless. They don't do what they claim, they don't protect and serve, much less prevent, care, or support. At the same time, the police do play an essential, indeed indispensable role in fabricating and upholding the world we inhabit today, premised as it is on the domination and exploitation of the vast majority.

It is a West zone planet which by an inexplicable and somewhat suspicious freak of topography consists almost entirely of subtropical coastline. By an equally suspicious freak of temporal relastatics, it is nearly always Saturday afternoon just before the beach bars close. No adequate explanation for this has been forthcoming from the dominant life forms on Ursa Minor Beta, who spend most of their time attempting to achieve spiritual enlightenment by running round swimming pools, and inviting Investigation Officials from the Galactic Geo-Temporal Control Board to 'have a nice diurnal anomaly.

Giraffes are famous for long necks, but their 20-inch (50cm) tongues are also impressive. These gentle herbivores spend most of their time eating, consuming hundreds of pounds of leaves each week and traveling miles to find enough food. Given that they eat for hours, the darker coloring of their tongues helps prevent sunburn! Giraffe tongues have also developed a thick skin and exceptional dexterity as protection against the vicious thorns that grow on their favourite food, the acacia tree. Although they are largely classified as a species at least concern, wild giraffes declined by 40 percent in the past 15 years and need protection from poaching and habitat loss.

She met a lot of people, and some people who weren’t people. The more rural houses occasionally played host to minor demons and lesser fairies and local geo-specific nature spirits and elementals who lent street cred to the establishment in return for God knows what in the way of goods and services, she didn’t ask. There was a certain romance to these beings; they seemed to embody the very promise of magic, which was to deliver unto her a world greater than the one into which she had been born. The moment when you walk into a room, and the guy playing pool has a pair of red leather wings sticking out of his back, and the chick smoking on the balcony has eyes of liquid golden fire—at that moment you think you’ll never be sad or bored or lonely again.

J'ai gardé pour la fin, comme un hommage, les lignes où je parlerai du travail des femmes des Motzi. Travail rude et dur, la plupart du temps côte à côte avec les hommes, dans les bois, par des chemins abrupts, parmi les meutes de loups. Mais ce n'est pas de cela que je veux parler ici. Je veux simplement dire le travail que doit fournir une femme Motz pour faire de ses mains calleuses une chemise de chanvre. (p. 66)

The term may have been coined in 1845, but the seeds of Manifest Destiny arrived with Christopher Columbus when he stumbled onto the shores of North America—the self-styled “New World.” Since then, the death grip of its ideology has been the operating principle of the American Empire—a fervent, fanatical, at times religious mandate to carry out economic and geo-political acts that will always benefit the chosen few, which, in today’s parlance is the “one percent.” In fact, this Draconian gospel of exceptionalism has been the all-powerful dogma fueling American imperialism and free-market fundamentalism at the core of U.S. armed atrocities—both domestic and foreign. Writer and cabinetmaker Charles Sullivan offers this allegory: “It is the unquestioned religion of America that also bears a strange resemblance to the ideology of the cancer cell.

Snowden called the NSA ‘self-certifying’. In the debate over who ruled the internet, the NSA provided a dismaying answer: ‘We do.’ The slides, given to Poitras and published by Der Spiegel magazine, show that the NSA had developed techniques to hack into iPhones. The agency assigned specialised teams to work on other smartphones too, such as Android. It targeted BlackBerry, previously regarded as the impregnable device of choice for White House aides. The NSA can hoover up photos and voicemail. It can hack Facebook, Google Earth and Yahoo Messenger. Particularly useful is geo-data, which locates where a target has been and when. The agency collects billions of records a day showing the location of mobile phone users across the world. It sifts them – using powerful analytics – to discover ‘co-travellers’. These are previously unknown associates of a target. Another

The day you shot Scrooge, we had a nine stashed nearby. We knew that tension was building between us and you, and so we started to keep the nine nearby instead of the .380 pistol. So when you came up the road, after we finished beating that fella nobody bothered going for the nine, because it was only you one to all of us. But after you snatched that gun out of Geo’s hand and fired those shots at us, I ran back to get the nine. We had it stashed in a mattress through the shortcut next to where we were hanging out. Then he asked me in a serious tone, ‘You know, each time I jammed my hand in that mattress to find the gun, I couldn’t find it? I was like, ‘Where in the hell this gun is?’ I heard when you were firing those shots at Franz, but I couldn’t find that gun. It was only after you left did I found the gun. Franco ‘Co’ Bethel, former gang leader and right hand man to Scrooge.

Prisons are racism incarnate. As Michelle Alexander points out, they constitute the new Jim Crow. But also much more, as the lynchpins of the prison-industrial complex, they represent the increasing profitability of punishment. They represent the increasingly global strategy of dealing with populations of people of color and immigrant populations from the countries of the Global South as surplus populations, as disposable populations. Put them all in a vast garbage bin, add some sophisticated electronic technology to control them, and let them languish there. And in the meantime, create the ideological illusion that the surrounding society is safer and more free because the dangerous Black people and Latinos, and the Native Americans, and the dangerous Asians and the dangerous White people, and of course the dangerous Muslims, are locked up! And in the meantime, corporations profit and poor communities suffer! Public education suffers! Public education suffers because it is not profitable according to corporate measures. Public health care suffers. If punishment can be profitable, then certainly health care should be profitable, too. This is absolutely outrageous! It is outrageous. It is also outrageous that the state of Israel uses the carceral technologies developed in relation to US prisons not only to control the more than eight thousand Palestinian political prisoners in Israel but also to control the broader Palestinian population. These carceral technologies, for example, the separation wall, which reminds us of the US-Mexico border wall, and other carceral technologies are the material constructs of Israeli apartheid. G4S, the organization, the corporation G4S, which profits from the incarceration and the torturing of Palestinian prisoners, has a subsidiary called G4S Secure Solutions, which was formerly known as Wackenhut. And just recently a subsidiary of that just have one more page of notes corporation, GEO Group, which is a private prison company, attempted to claim naming rights at Florida Atlantic University by donating something like $6 million, right? And, the students rose up. They said that our football stadium will not bear the name of a private prison corporation! And the students won. The students won; the name came down from the marquee.

Allan found his place for the second time, and fell headlong into the bottomless abyss of the English Law. “Page 280,” he began. “Law of husband and wife. Here’s a bit I don’t understand, to begin with: ‘It may be observed generally that the law considers marriage in the light of a Contract.’ What does that mean? I thought a contract was the sort of a thing a builder signs when he promises to have the workmen out of the house in a given time, and when the time comes (as my poor mother used to say) the workmen never go.” “Is there nothing about Love?” asked Neelie. “Look a little lower down.” “Not a word. He sticks to his confounded ‘Contract’ all the way through.” “Then he’s a brute! Go on to something else that’s more in our way.” “Here’s a bit that’s more in our way: ‘Incapacities. If any persons under legal incapacities come together, it is a meretricious, and not a matrimonial union.’ (Blackstone’s a good one at long words, isn’t he? I wonder what he means by meretricious?) ‘The first of these legal disabilities is a prior marriage, and having another husband or wife living — ’“ “Stop!” said Neelie; “I must make a note of that.” She gravely made her first entry on the page headed “Good,” as follows: “I have no husband, and Allan has no wife. We are both entirely unmarried at the present time.” “All right, so far,” remarked Allan, looking over her shoulder. “Go on,” said Neelie. “What next?” “‘The next disability,’“ proceeded Allan, “‘is want of age. The age for consent to matrimony is, fourteen in males, and twelve in females.’ Come!” cried Allan, cheerfully, “Blackstone begins early enough, at any rate!” Neelie was too business-like to make any other remark, on her side, than the necessary remark in the pocketbook. She made another entry under the head of “Good”: “I am old enough to consent, and so is Allan too. Go on,” resumed Neelie, looking over the reader’s shoulder. “Never mind all that prosing of Blackstone’s, about the husband being of years of discretion, and the wife under twelve. Abominable wretch! the wife under twelve! Skip to the third incapacity, if there is one.” “‘The third incapacity,’“ Allan went on, “‘is want of reason.’“ Neelie immediately made a third entry on the side of “Good”: “Allan and I are both perfectly reasonable. Skip to the next page.” Allan skipped. “‘A fourth incapacity is in respect of proximity of relationship.’“ A fourth entry followed instantly on the cheering side of the pocketbook: “He loves me, and I love him — without our being in the slightest degree related to each other. Any more?” asked Neelie, tapping her chin impatiently with the end of the pencil. “Plenty more,” rejoined Allan; “all in hieroglyphics. Look here: ‘Marriage Acts, 4 Geo. IV., c. 76, and 6 and 7 Will. IV., c. 85 (q).’ Blackstone’s intellect seems to be wandering here. Shall we take another skip, and see if he picks himself up again on the next page?

It turns out that accelerated topsoil formation is doable, with the tools required as modest as livestock, hole digging, organic amendments, and simple cultivation techniques; no costly, high-tech, geo-engineered you-need-a-PhD-to-understand-it schemes.

The young real estate agent in the driver’s seat lifted one perfectly plucked eyebrow in my direction as she steered her Geo smoothly into the street gutter. I could not blame her for avoiding the crumbling driveway, whose variously

The birth of TERLS, and then VSSC, gave India the capability to design, develop and produce world-class rocket systems. India developed the capability of launching geo-synchronous, sun-synchronous and meteorology spacecraft, communication satellites and remote sensing satellites, thereby providing fast communication, weather forecasting and also locating water resources for the country.

She picks up the empty Mason jar, the one Calvin filled with cinnamon hearts to give to her. It has been a present, his way of apologizing after the first time her hit her. Geo never liked the candy, which was the kind that was sweet on your tongue at first, only to turn hot the longer you kept it there. Cinnamon hearts were his favorite candy, not hers.

Corporate investors, who have poured billions into the business of mass incarceration, expect long-term returns. And they will get them. It is their lobbyists who write the draconian laws that demand absurdly long sentences, deny paroles, determine immigrant detention laws, and impose minimum-sentence and Three-Strikes laws, which mandate life sentences after three felony convictions. Corrections Corporation of America (CCA), the largest owner of for-profit prisons and immigration detention facilities in the country, earned $1.7 billion in revenues and collected $300 million in profits in 2013.50 CCA holds an average of 81,384 inmates in its facilities on any one day.51 Aramark Holdings Corp., a Philadelphia-based company that contracts through Aramark Correctional Services, provides food for six hundred correctional institutions across the United States.52 Goldman Sachs and other investors acquired it in 2007 for $8.3 billion.53 The three top for-profit prison corporations spent an estimated $45 million over a recent ten-year period for lobbying to keep the prison business flush.54 The resource center In the Public Interest documented in its report “Criminal: How Lockup Quotas and ‘Low-Crime Taxes’ Guarantee Profits for Private Prison Corporations” that private prison companies often sign state contracts that guarantee prison occupancy rates of 90 percent.55 If states fail to meet the quota they have to pay the corporations for the empty beds. CCA in 2011 gave $710,300 in political contributions to candidates for federal or state office, political parties, and so-called 527 groups (PACs and super PACs), the American Civil Liberties Union reported.56 The corporation also spent $1.07 million lobbying federal officials plus undisclosed sums to lobby state officials.57 The GEO Group, one of the nation’s largest for-profit prison management companies, donated $250,000 to Donald Trump in 2017.58 The United States, from 1970 to 2005, increased its prison population by about 700 percent, the ACLU reported.59 Private prisons account for nearly all newly built prisons.60 And nearly half of all immigrants detained by the federal government are shipped to for-profit prisons, according to Detention Watch Network.61

I emphasize that my job is not to challenge their personal beliefs but to teach the logic of geology (geo-logic?) - the methods and tools of the discipline that enables us not only to comprehend how the Earth works at present but also to document in detail its elaborate and awe-inspiring history.

When the Con- stitution was adopted, the unit of organization was the village community, which produced the greater part of its own necessary commodities and generated its group ideas and opinions by personal contact and discussion directly among its citizens. But to-day, because ideas can be instantaneously transmitted to any distance and to any number of people, this geo- graphical integration has been supplemented by many other kinds of grouping, so that persons having the same ideas and interests may be associated and regimented for common action even though they live thousands of miles apart.

a ray of light and hope is provided only by some liberal persons from the media. For example, Pakistani anchor Kamran Khan on Geo TV had the courage to ask these questions: ‘Why has it become a sin for us to call ourselves Pakistanis? Why is it that every terror attack anywhere in the world has a Pakistan connection? Why have our rulers followed a dual policy on terrorism if terrorists have bled us so badly?

Fetele salutară din apusul galben al soarelui băieții cari plecau la moarte Și de pe zidurile orașului se jeluiră ca în biblie și în legende: Să fi fost cel puțin una cu prunc sădit în pântec L-ar fi crescut toate mare, l-ar fi făcut bărbat Pentru nopțile lungi de iarnă care aveau să urmeze Și când inima lor chiar dacă nu s-ar fi dat Avea totuși nevoie de cineva care s-o ceară Care s-o dorească Și să se chinuie că n-o poate avea. Fetele au răscolit prin bălțile din preajma caselor puhave Căutând sămânța omenească de pe vremea când neluată în seamă Se scursese odată cu lăturile, cu excrementele și resturile de mâncare Prin stranii procese de onanie (Sămânța omenească altădată ca un colier de perle, ca o bijuterie Era acum verde și putredă) Fetele au pus flămânde gura în mocirlă Și-au supt-o pe toată, picătură cu picătură Apoi întinse cu pântecul rotund la soare Au așteptat Așa cum nu se așteaptă decât în biblie și în legende. (...) de furie au sărutat dezmetice toate obiectele plăsmuite cilindric Și au izbucnit în hohote de plâns încolăcindu-și pulpele pe arborii gigantici. (ÎN ANUL ACELA VECHILE AȘEZĂRI SE ZDRUNCINARĂ)

Researchers developed ways to extract genes from one species and insert them into the genetic code of another—a technique that can, among other things, cause invading insects to kill themselves. The organisms produced in this fashion, which we eat, are called Genetically Modified Organisms or GMOs, sometimes Genetically Engineered Organisms (GEOs) or, for this chapter, Genetically Modified Food (GMF).

Environment Program. 2007. GEO4 Global Environmental Outlook: Environment for Development . Nairobi: United Nations Environment Program. United Nations High-Level Panel on Threats, Challenges and Change. 2004. A More Secure World: Our Shared Responsibility . New York: United Nations.

Să te duci spre ei risipitor, cu fagurii plini, să te-ntorci avar, cu o inimă-n plus, măcar cu o inimă-n plus. Limpede să te duci spre ei, străveziu, ca o rază răzbătătoare, să te-ntorci dens, stufos, amețit — și-ntotdeauna să iei cîte unul cu tine, astfel ca, ținîndu-l în brațe, să-l încălzești pînă cînd vei vedea că încolțește. Și mereu să te-ntorci la ei, fugind de igrasia galbenă a singurătății, după legea glorioasei aritmetici a puterii umane 1 și cu 1 fac 11! Și mereu să te-ntorci la tine, lăsînd departe larma de tîrg, viscerală, a zilnicăriei mărunte, ce astupă urechile sufletului— și mereu să alergi de la tine la ei într-o neîntreruptă mișcare de pendul ce măsoară umbletul fierbinte al vieții, treptele desăvîrșirii!

The Germans are excellent soldiers and superb tacticians, but their grasp of strategy, certainly at the geo-political level, is often weak. In threatening British naval supremacy, the Germans drew British attention to their long-term plans, which is the last thing they should have done. As a result, when war loomed in 1914, the British were determined that, whatever else happened, the Germans must not gain naval bases on the French and Belgian coasts, from which they could directly threaten the east coast of England

The worst extreme existential risk for humanity is not a nuclear war, the impact of a mega killer cosmic rock, nor a catastrophic disaster or a pandemic. The worst existential risk is humanity loosing its attraction towards risk. Without it, the stimulation to innovate would disappear, along with the progress of our civilization.

Poezia cuprinde însă în esența ei și alte posibilități încă neexplorate îndeajuns până azi. Una dintre ele și poate cea mai importantă este aceea care își face drum clocotitor în poezia modernă și care exprimă revolta pură a poetului în fața injustiției, a inegalităților umane și a convenționalismului stupid. În literatura noastră, „Blestemele” și „Florile de mucigai” ale lui Tudor Arghezi, și mai recent „Poemul invectivă” al poetului Geo Bogza au arătat ce formidabil potențial poetic poate conține această revoltă. (p. 605)

The Role of Deterrence in the Formulation of Criminal Law Rules: At Its Worst When Doing Its Best, 91 Geo. L J. 949 (2003); Dan M. Kahan, The Secret Ambition of Deterrence, 113 Harv. L. Rev. 413 (1999) ;

At times, however, during this long nightmare, in the eyes of one of us a light still gleamed: "It is not true, he is not gone." Oh, what a great and profound joy ! As though one suddenly hears that some dearly beloved people whom one thought dead are still alive. What a great joy it is to have so many friends with you, walking with you, alongside millions of people who know that "you are not gone," that you are not dead, that you are still alive, of the same flesh and blood as mankind.

Oh, eternal and everlasting God, direct my thoughts, words and work. Wash away my sins in the immaculate blood of the Lamb and purge my heart by Thy Holy Spirit. Daily, frame me more and more in the likeness of Thy son, Jesus Christ, that living in Thy fear, and dying in Thy favor, I may in thy appointed time obtain the resurrection of the justified unto eternal life. Bless, O Lord, the whole race of mankind and let the world be filled with the knowledge of Thee and Thy son, Jesus Christ. GeoRGe WashinGton

The Hardest Part of being Black is not the way I watch my words around different people or how I feel like it's me against a wide array of enemies in an ongoing fight that's socio-economic and geo-political. It’s the sense of not being free enough, of (even in moments of happiness) not being able to enjoy a good meal or a hard victory or deserved peace or a beautiful mountain vista before it is snatched away from me.

Geo-engineering is nothing more than an extreme example of the very mind-set that has led us into the disastrous pass in which we find ourselves.

Prin clisurile negurii nu se întrezăreau decât ici colo câte-o mânecă ținând o pipă,  câte-o pălărie tip Merlin și fărâme de picioare, mai ales glezne în poziții încordate, chinuite într-o perpetuă schimbare, de parcă sufletul ar fi sălășuit în ele, iar în spatele tău se afla zidul gros și sigur, simțeai deja în acceleratorul cefei splendoarea energetică a bosonului lui Higgs zis și particula lui Dumnezeu…profeție a faptului că pentru tine nu mai era scăpare… * Attraverso le fessure della foschia non s’intravedevano se non qua e là qualche manica che regge una pipa, un cappello tipo Merlino e avanzi di gambe, soprattutto caviglie ipertese, straziate in un perpetuo mutamento, come se l’anima vi fosse in loro, e dietro di te si trovava il muro grosso e sicuro, lo sentivi con la schiena, semplice e liscio, già tastavi nell’acceleratore della nuca lo splendore energetico del bossone di Higgs detto anche la particella di Dio...profezia del fatto che per te non c’era più scampo… * À travers les crevasses de la brume on n’entrevoyait pas plutôt qu’une manche tenant une pipe par-ci, par-là, un chapeau style Merlin et bribes de jambes surtout des chevilles dans des positions tendues, torturées, dans un perpétuel changement, comme si l’âme s’y était logée, tandis que dans ton dos se trouvait la muraille épaisse et esseulée, tu sentais déjà dans l’accélérateur de la nuque toute la splendeur énergétique de son boson de Higgs communément appelé la particule de Dieu… prophétie du fait qu’il n’y avait plus d’échappatoire pour toi…

making him the perfect ace for Edgar to obtain information. When Diana was going to be at the conference, Edgar saw it as the most opportune chance to gain information from her before it became locked into GeoTech’s proprietary research. “I’m really sorry,” Alex said, tension lining his face. “I never meant for you to come to harm. When Edgar suggested he talk to you at the conference, I told Kwan he would be there, too.” “I’m afraid we anticipated much, Dr. Olson,” Kwan said, “but Edgar deciding to kidnap you exceeded expectations. I think because you came with a bodyguard, he grew desperate.” Alex sighed. “That’s why I was so keyed up about your security.” He glanced toward Bennett. “Edgar didn’t like not being able to get close to her, and I was

A world without police would be a world without poverty and hunger, in which everyone would have enough, and no one would need to look over their shoulder. It would be a world without white supremacy, in which no one is viewed as dispensable or as deserving anything last enough fully human life. It would be a world without the violence of patriarchy, in which women, children, and those gendered otherwise are not seen as objects for possession—economic or sexual. Without capitalism, white supremacy, and patriarchy, why on earth would we need the police? And since the police exist to govern and reinforce barriers, boundaries, and borders, to fight the police is to fight those divisions racking our world as well.

When all people can think about is survival, and when they are thankful for the slightest handout, it’s hard to convince them that their saviors are the ones who caused their plight.

That the overwhelming majority of attempts to supplant the postmodern consist in large measure of attaching a new prefix to the word 'modern' strikes me as a clear indication that we are not yet done with our modernity; and that such a number of new prefixes are being mooted (such as 're-' and 'dis-'; 'alter-' and 'auto-'; 'hyper-' and "meta-'; 'ana-' and 'digi-'; you might also have come across 'geo-' and 'neo-', too?) suggests to me that there is a broadening variety of ways in which we experience or negotiate our modernity - or, alternatively, a broadening awareness that there is, and probably always has been, a variety of modernities. What the newly prefixed modernisms to be found in this anthology suggest to my mind is that what supplants postmodernity is a realization that we never left modernity behind in the first place, and that the discourses seeking to formulate or describe the late twentieth century as an era that was somehow 'post-'modernity amount to little more than half a century of groping down a blind alley.

The conclusion I draw from the writings in this anthology, then, is finally this. That the overwhelming majority of attempts to supplant the postmodern consist in large measure of attaching a new prefix to the word 'modern' strikes me as a clear indication that we are not yet done with our modernity; and that such a number of new prefixes are being mooted (such as 're-' and 'dis-'; 'alter-' and 'auto-'; 'hyper-' and "meta-'; 'ana-' and 'digi-'; you might also have come across 'geo-' and 'neo-', too? suggests to me that there is a broadening variety of ways in which we experience or negotiate our modernity - or, alternatively, a broadening awareness that there is, and probably always has been, a variety of modernities. It was always simplistic to assume that for some reason they all came to an end suddenly, whether that was in May 1968, or when the Pruitt-Igoe housing project was dynamited, or at any other time. By the same token, it is no more sensible to assume that some new modernity was born when the Berlin Wall fell, or when American Airlines flight 1 crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center on September 11, 2001, or at some other arbitrarily selected moment of historical significance. Instead, ti might be worth suggesting that - with a nod to Bruno Latour - we have never been postmodern. Hence, I predict that debating the end of postmodernity will ultimately prove futile, but no more and no less futile than debating its origins and its birth. What the newly prefixed modernisms to be found in this anthology suggest to my mind is that what supplants postmodernity is a realization that we never left modernity behind in the first place, and that the discourses seeking to formulate or describe the late twentieth century as an era that was somehow (though there was never much clarity as to h o w 'post-'modernity amount to little more than half a century of groping down a blind alley.

Slavery is not a by-product of this process; rather, slavery is driven by an indifferent extractive geo-logic that is motivated by the desire for inhuman properties.

The archipelagic nature of the Philippines posed a number of difficulties in the monitoring and implementation of Build, Build, Build projects. How do we monitor 20,000 projects simultaneously in a country composed of roughly 7,640 islands? How do we get rid of ghost projects? How do we minimize discretion at DPWH? Secretary Mark Villar was adamant to find a solution, one that was progressive, forward thinking, and feasible. First, he introduced an automated monitoring system called the Infra-Track App, which utilizes geo-tagging, satellite technology, and drone monitoring. “ - Anna Mae Yu Lamentillo , Night Owl: A Nationbuilder’s Manual 2nd Edition (p. 174, Build, Build, Build Projects MIMAROPA)

Dahil isang arkipelagong bansa ang Pilipinas, mas nagiging mahirap ang pagsubaybay at pagpapatupad ng mga proyektong Build, Build, Build. Paano nga ba epektibong masusubaybayan ang 20,000 proyekto nang sabay-sabay sa isang bansang binubuo ng humigit-kumulang 7,640 isla? Paano natin maaalis ang mga ghost project at mga pagpapasyang lihis sa mga itinakdang alituntunin sa ahensiya? Desidido si Secretary Mark Villar na humanap ng mga solusyon na progresibo at posibleng maisakatuparan. Ipinakilala niya ang isang automated monitoring system na tinatawag na Infra-Track App, na gumagamit ng geo-tagging, satellite technology, at drone monitoring.” - Night Owl: Edisyong Filipino (p. 174, Proyektong Build, Build, Build MIMAROPA)

Millions of rural White voters seem undeterred or even thrilled by the former president's statements and actions. In fact, they are the only major geo-demographic cohort among whom Trump performed better in the 2020 presidential contest than he did four years earlier. With clear eyes and full hearts, rural Whites recognized Trump's exclusionary, reality-defying, undemocratic, and violent tendencies – and then rallied behind him because of, not despite, his repeated disregard for America's most sacred democratic traditions.

«Si las matemáticas son el arte de lo perfecto y la física de lo óptimo, la biología no es más que el arte de lo satisfactorio, debido a la evolución».

Barry Leace ignored the insult. He checked his sonar and cursed under his breath. They had moved too far ahead of the Benthos, Geo-Tech Industries’ (GTI) mobile deep-sea lab community and submarine docking station. The billion-dollar mother ship resembled a domed sports arena, with a false flat surface for an underbelly, dangling three mammoth shock absorbers for legs. Hovering just above the turbulent seafloor in neutral buoyancy, the 46,000-square-foot titanium structure reminded Leace of a monstrous man-o’-war as it followed them north through the most hostile environment on the planet.

You guys gotta get a license to drive a Geo, but any doofus with a few good swimmers can be a father.

As ally and benefactor, Washington turned a blind eye to Zia’s domestic politics and his pursuit of nuclear weapons for Pakistan. Pakistan’s religious minorities suffered without much protest in the world’s capitals, where Zia was feted as a frontline ally against Soviet expansion. But it is unclear how much influence international protest might have had in diminishing the effects of Zia’s bigotry in any event. Given his stranglehold on power in Pakistan and the geo-political climate of the era, international pressure against Zia’s treatment of the country’s minorities would have been confined to moral appeals and petitions for human rights. And these would have fallen on deaf ears, for Zia’s prejudices were deeply ingrained. Upon being told that his ordinances against Ahmadis had violated global human rights norms, Zia expressed his views toward such matters in a characteristically trenchant manner: ‘Ahmadis offend me because they consider themselves Muslim … Ordinance XX may violate human rights but I don’t care.’80

Hello nǐ hǎo knee how. (Think: How’s your knee, i.e., “How are you?”) Goodbye zàijiàn dzeye gee-en Thank you xiè xie syeh syeh (The second “xie” has no tone.) You’re welcome bú kè qi boo kuh chee (The “chee” has no tone.) Good morning zǎoshang hǎo dzow shahng how Please stand in line qǐng páiduì ching pie dway Too expensive taì guì le tie gway luh (Make it) cheaper piányi yìdiǎn pien yee ee dien (I; we) don’t want it búyào boo yow I want this one wǒ yào zhèige waw yow jay guh (Note: “guh” has no tone) How much (does it cost)? duóshǎo qian dwo shao chee-en Where is the bathroom? cèsuǒ zài nǎlǐ tsuh swo dz-eye nah lee Over there nàli nah lee (Note: “lee” has no tone) Please give me qǐng gěi wǒ ching gay waw Fine; OK; good; alright hǎo how Not OK; no good bùhǎo boo how I want to go ____ Wǒ yào qù waw yow chee-you (Show taxi driver the address in Chinese.) (Want) to go to ____ Wǒ yào dào qù ____ waw you dow ____ chee-you (e.g., when buying tickets at train or bus station) Police! jǐngchá! jing chah! (in case of theft or emergency) Help! Help! jiùmìng! jiùmìng! jee-oh ming! jee-oh ming! Faster! kuài yìdiǎn! kweye ee dien! Numbers one through ten: one yī ee two èr ar three sān sahn four sì szih five wǔ woo six liù leo seven qī chee eight bā bah nine jiǔ geo ten shí sure one of something yíge ee guh two of something liǎngge lee-ang guh three of something sānge sahn guh Etc.

convened) against domestic Violence. ARTICLE V The Congress, whenever two thirds of both Houses shall deem it necessary, shall propose Amendments to this Constitution, or, on the Application of the Legislatures of two thirds of the several States, shall call a Convention for proposing Amendments, which, in either Case, shall be valid to all Intents and Purposes, as Part of this Constitution, when ratified by the Legislatures of three fourths of the several States, or by Conventions in three fourths thereof, as the one or the other Mode of Ratification may be proposed by the Congress; Provided that no Amendment which may be made prior to the Year one thousand eight hundred and eight shall in any Manner affect the first and fourth Clauses in the ninth Section of the first Article; and that no State, without its Consent, shall be deprived of it's equal Suffrage in the Senate. ARTICLE VI All Debts contracted and Engagements entered into, before the Adoption of this Constitution, shall be as valid against the United States under this Constitution, as under the Confederation. This Constitution, and the Laws of the United States which shall be made in Pursuance thereof; and all Treaties made, or which shall be made, under the Authority of the United States, shall be the supreme Law of the Land; and the Judges in every State shall be bound thereby, any Thing in the Constitution or Laws of any State to the Contrary notwithstanding. The Senators and Representatives before mentioned, and the Members of the several State Legislatures, and all executive and judicial Officers, both of the United States and of the several States, shall be bound by Oath or Affirmation, to support this Constitution; but no religious Test shall ever be required as a Qualification to any Office or public Trust under the United States. ARTICLE VII The Ratification of the Conventions of nine States, shall be sufficient for the Establishment of this Constitution between the States so ratifying the Same. Done in Convention by the Unanimous Consent of the States present the Seventeenth Day of September in the Year of our Lord one thousand seven hundred and eighty seven and of the Independence of the United States of America the Twelfth. In Witness whereof We have hereunto subscribed our Names, Go. WASHINGTON— Presid. and deputy from Virginia New Hampshire John Langdon Nicholas Gilman Massachusetts Nathaniel Gorham Rufus King Connecticut Wm. Saml. Johnson Roger Sherman New York Alexander Hamilton New Jersey Wil: Livingston David Brearley Wm. Paterson Jona: Dayton Pennsylvania B Franklin Thomas Mifflin Robt Morris Geo. Clymer Thos FitzSimons Jared Ingersoll James Wilson Gouv Morris Delaware Geo: Read Gunning Bedford jun John Dickinson Richard Bassett Jaco: Broom Maryland James Mchenry

The Great Oxygenation Event was contemporaneous with one of the most severe ice ages this world has ever known, an event known to geo-nerds as the Paleoproterozoic Snowball Earth episode.* This was probably no coincidence. At the time, Earth’s climate was likely being kept above freezing by a methane greenhouse. Methane is such a powerful infrared absorber that a very small amount of it can significantly warm a planet. It is also, however, an organic molecule that is easily and eagerly consumed by oxygen. So when all that oxygen released by the cyanobacteria built up in the atmosphere, it quickly destroyed the methane greenhouse, the atmosphere suddenly became more transparent to infrared radiation, and the temperature plummeted, plunging our planet into a complete global freeze. Such a deeply frozen condition could even potentially become a permanent dead-end state for a planet like Earth.

The only way to let that child within you out from the depths of your soul is to extract yourself from the things that are causing the stress. You need to retire from your current life—rethink, regroup, streamline, simplify, and start over! Furthermore, we all need to pause sometimes to reevaluate the important things in our lives: health, love, fun, adventure, experiences, knowledge, relationships.

Things had been different when Garveyism and Ethiopianism rather than afro-centrism and occultism set the tone. To contain modernity, to appreciate its colonial constitution and to criticise its reliance on racialised governmental codes all required finding an autonomous space outside it. A desire to exist elsewhere supplied the governing impulse. It was captured in compelling forms in the period's best songs of longing and flight, like Bunny Wailer's anthem ‘Dreamland’ 5. However, there is no longer any uncontaminated, pastoral or romantic location to which opposition and dissent might fly, and so, a new culture of consolation has been fashioned in which being against this tainted modernity has come to mean being before it. Comparable investments in the restorative power of the pseudo-archaic occur elsewhere. They help to make Harry Potter's world attractive and are routine features of much ‘new age’ thinking. They govern the quest for a repudiation of modernity that is shared by the various versions of Islam which have largely eclipsed Ethiopianism as the principal spiritual resource and wellspring of critique among young black Europeans. Their desire to find an exit from consumerism's triumphant phantasmagoria reveals them to be bereft, adrift without the guidance they would have absorbed, more indirectly than formally, from the national liberation movements of the cold war period and the struggles for both civil and human rights with which they were connected. Instead, an America-centred, consumer-oriented culture of blackness has become prominent. In this post-colonial setting, it conditions the dreams of many young Britons, irrespective of their ancestral origins or physical appearance. This brash and celebratory imperial formation is barely embarrassed by the geo-political fault-line that re-divides the world, opposing the overdeveloped north to the suffering south. That barrier provides the defining element in a new topography of global power which is making heavy demands upon the overwhelmingly national character of civil society and ideal of national citizenship. It is clear that the versions of black politics that belonged to the west/rest polarity will not adapt easily to this new configuration.

Ah, ticălos, nefericit lustragiu de cuvinte, atelier de sorcove!... Hârtia e plină de gângănii strivite, vorbe cu treizeci şi două de picioare, inerţii grase, târâtoare, duhnind a cerneală stătută, sinuoase moluşte cotcodăcind duios peste neîncepute emoţii

When Putin was preparing to take back the presidency in Moscow, he published an essay in the fall of 2011 in a Russian newspaper announcing plans to regain lost influence among former Soviet republics and create “a powerful supra-national union capable of becoming a pole in the modern world.” Putin said that this new Eurasian Union would “change the geopolitical and geo-economic configuration of the entire continent.” Some dismissed these words as campaign bluster, but I thought they revealed Putin’s true agenda, which was effectively to “re-Sovietize” Russia’s periphery.

It wasn’t even the same country. By then he understood the geo-lingo. San Francisco was The City, Oakland was O-town, to be avoided at night—that was where the blacks lived—and the city of Berkeley was Berzerkeley, while Berkeley the school was Cal. The East Bay, where Berzerkeley was located, supposedly suburban, felt plenty busy. Collectively, it was the Bay Area, a megalopolis—oh how that word polished his tongue—where the elsewhere unimaginable was mere mundanity.

all the time on book.

Sebab inilah, sebagai satu contoh, kita dapat menyaksikan betapa pertubuhan-pertubuhan antarabangsa yang tertentu telah melemparkan tuduhan kepada Malaysia sebagai kononnya tidak punya kebebasan mencukupi, semata-mata kerana kita tidak membenarkan rakyat kita secara terbuka menyalahi akan nilai-nilai dan tatasusila keagamaan yang pokok. Ini tidak bermakna Malaysia tidak mempunyai kelemahan dalam beberapa segi dasar, undang-undang atau pelaksanaannya; tetapi cemuhan Barat ke atas Malaysia atau negara-negara lain, tidak berdasarkan keprihatinan ikhlas terhadap prinsip keadilan, kebajikan atau kemanusiaan, melainkan sebagai alat dan senjata bagi memenuhi kepentingan ekonomi, geo-politik dan kebudayan mereka. Kebudayaan dan tamadun Barat sentiasa mencipta peralatan dan senjata baru yang lebih menarik dan canggih untuk senantiasa berada di puncak kekuasaan dan keagungan mereka dari segi sains, teknologi dan kebendaan. Mereka juga mencipta pelbagai wawasan dan istilah baru yang menakjubkan seperti modenisasi, pembangunan, demokrasi, hak-hak asasi manusia, pluralisme, globalisas dan lain-lain untuk tujuan yang sama.

The Texas facilities were to be run by private prison companies—the GEO Group and CoreCivic—which had been involved in immigration detention since the mid-1980s and were profiting from an ever-larger share of DHS contracts.

El cambio climático es el cambio de todo, porque el clima son los cimientos en los que apuntalamos nuestras vidas ... En las próximas décadas cada uno de nosotros experimentará este profundo cambio existencial: una alteración radical de nuestra relación con el ambiente que generó nuestra cultura, nuestra sociedad, nuestras vidas.

(1) «¿A qué hora prevé ir a las urnas?»; (2) «¿Desde dónde prevé hacerlo?»; y (3) «¿Qué prevé estar haciendo antes de salir hacia allí?». Con estas tres preguntas se pretendía que los votantes establecieran las señales (momento, lugar y actividad) que les recordarían ir a votar.

Como es natural, pensar en el dónde y el cuándo para cualquier cosa que quiera hacer es una estrategia a la que recurro de forma constante en mi vida personal y profesional.

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La neurasthénie est blanche comme les os des morts.

Les bergers qui vivent en été sur les sommets de Hășmașul Mare sont témoins, souvent avec effroi, de certaines tempêtes terrifiantes. Nulle part, aussi loin que se portent les regards et aussi loin que va l’imagination à l’intérieur des frontières du pays, il ne pleut, il ne neige et il ne vente tant, et avec autant de fureur, que sur ce colosse de pierre, contre lequel se brisent tous les nuages d’Ardeal. Au bord d’un précipice, un sapin se met à vaciller, jusqu’à ce qu’il touche celui de gauche, ensuite celui de droite, comme s’il faisait ses adieux aux frères avec lesquels il avait passé son enfance, et, d’un saut tragique, il se jette dans le vide. D’autres, emportés par la folie générale, se précipitent à sa suite vers des destinations inconnues et fatales. On les retrouvera plus tard, qui sait où, mordant la poussière et couverts de blessures profondes, comme des soldats tombés au combat. Une seule tempête, qui a fait rage il y a déjà un certain temps sur ce monde dévasté par de violents tremblements d’air a arraché de ses flancs cinquante milliers de sapins, les emportant dans les ravins. On les y aperçoit encore maintenant, tel un amas d’ossements frêles, emmêlés chaotiquement, qui pourrissent au fond des vallées perdues. Même les pics les plus orgueilleux se sentent menacés par les ouragans qui se déchaînent contre eux. Aveugles, brutales, les masses d’air les frappent de plein fouet, essayant de les arracher de leur place. Mais les pics, obstinés, résistent. Face à la puissance brute des éléments, ils opposent la leur, avec des dizaines d’arêtes tranchantes, qui s’entrechoquent violemment. (traduction Dolores Toma)

Le sentier est, peut-être, le premier témoignage de la place que l’homme allait prendre dans l’univers, et, dans les temps les plus reculés, il était probablement riche de significations importantes. Avec lui, l’errance et le chaos prenaient fin, pour faire place à une ère nouvelle, celle de la certitude. De la grotte à la rivière, et de la rivière à la grotte, une génération finit par coucher l’herbe, et les suivantes héritèrent du sentier battu, et le conservèrent, comme un trésor légué par les ancêtres. Aujourd’hui encore, au fond des bois dans lesquels le règne des temps immémoriaux n’a pas été troublé, rien n’a autant d’importance que cette corde poudreuse, la seule capable de chasser des cœurs l’inquiétude et la peur de s’égarer. Pour les premiers hommes, mis brusquement face à l’immensité et à l’énigme de l’espace, le sentier a dû être plus important que la hache ou que l’arc pour la chasse. Telle une liane infinie, il liait un horizon à un autre, permettant aux hommes de s’agripper les uns aux autres, pour ne pas sombrer dans l’inconnu, comme dans un gouffre sans fond. À des époques totalement oubliées, un sentier aura signifié toute une civilisation. Une civilisation pour la conquête de laquelle de nombreuses générations d’hommes et de femmes, dont personne ne se rappelle plus l’origine, n’ont cessé de durcir la plante de leurs pieds en parcourant des sols vierges et rudes. Millénaire après millénaire, ère après ère, des tribus et des peuplades ont parcouru la terre de long en large, guidées par le soleil et les étoiles, jusqu’à ce qu’elles eussent réussi à la marquer de l’empreinte de leurs pieds, imprimant en elle les méridiens de leur audace et de leur opiniâtreté. (traduction Dolores Toma)

Dans cet espace, où les masses de pierre semblent écraser tout, la source se montre si frêle, qu’il ne serait pas étonnant que sa vie s’éteignît un instant après. Étonnante est, au contraire, la témérité avec laquelle elle affirme son existence face aux pics altiers. Dans la nuit saisie d’étonnement, l’Olt commence son histoire, digne d’être écoutée, dans un recueillement absolu, par les montagnes, par les hommes, par l’univers entier. À l’éternité des montagnes, il oppose une autre éternité : celle de l’eau qui jaillit du rocher et qui, par ce dont elle est composée, est plus vieille que toutes les montagnes réunies. Des centaines et des milliers de siècles sont condensés dans le chuchotement de la source, l’un sous l’autre, remontant de plus en plus loin, jusque dans la nuit et avant la nuit des temps. Dans ce lit d’ères, l’eau coule sur son passé, comme sur une roche gigantesque, dont la couche la plus profonde remonte à l’instant où la terre s’est détachée du soleil. C’est alors qu’elle a commencé à exister, et, depuis lors, dans chaque molécule et dans son énorme totalité, elle est restée la même. Le mince filet de l’Olt provient directement des masses liquides géantes qui ont recouvert la planète, à l’époque où les continents étaient encore loin de naître. Depuis, dans les ruisseaux, dans les fleuves, dans les mers, l’eau est restée la même : élémentaire, unique. (traduction Dolores Toma)

Un obstacle inattendu s’oppose, dès le premier instant, à ce voyage, qui s’annonce comme le plus fécond qui soit, d’un bout à l’autre d’une noble existence, à ce voyage qui pourrait donner lieu à un vaste et grave tour du monde : la séparation, difficile au plus haut point, de la contrée d’où il va partir. Où le monde pourrait-il être aussi grandiose que sur ces sommets sur lesquels rien ne fait obstacle aux regards, où qu’ils veuillent se diriger, et où ils se dirigent, effectivement, jusqu’à ce qu’ils touchent l’infini ? Quels autres horizons pourraient se comparer à l’océan de pierre, sur l’étendue duquel émerge le Ceahlău, à l’océan instable dont les vagues donnent à l’univers un bercement plus large, une résonance plus profonde ? Quitter ce moutonnement infini de montagnes, si proche à la fois du ciel et des fondements sonores de la terre, voilà ce qui paraît impossible. Tout son tumulte retient l’être dans les yeux duquel il s’est miré, le tirant en arrière, ne le laissant se détacher qu’à grande peine et douloureusement, provoquant aussitôt en lui le sentiment d’une perte irréparable. (traduction Dolores Toma)

La vérité est que, après être venu à la lumière du jour et après s’être mis à courir sur les rochers, le filet d’eau ne perd à aucun moment le contact avec une infinité de gisements liquides, qui, par des voies secrètes, vont l’enrichir sans cesse, tout comme l’être humain, quelque évolué qu’il fût, ne se coupe pas de ses gisements ancestraux obscurs, dont il reçoit sans cesse des énergies insoupçonnées et des impulsions énormes. Des milliers de galeries s’entrelacent dans la pierre, tel un inimaginable labyrinthe de nervures, infiltrant leurs pointes d’aiguille jusque sous les crêtes les plus hautes, dans des dépôts, pas plus grands qu’un ongle, sous la croûte des rochers, pour laisser s’écouler dans le ruisseau qui vient de naître, goutte-à-goutte, toute la sève et toute la force de Hășmașul Mare. L’Olt semble être, ainsi, un arbre aux racines ramifiées sous l’écorce d’un vaste et chaotique territoire, si bien que, si on pouvait l’arracher, tel un sapin par la tempête, il tirerait avec lui la ronde immense des crêtes, des précipices et des pics où il a vu la lumière du jour. C’est à travers ce fabuleux réseau de racines, comme à travers un arbre de vie géant, que la montagne fait parvenir la nourriture à la rivière à laquelle elle a donné le jour. (traduction Dolores Toma)

Confession Je me rappelle les gros godillots lourds avec lesquels j'ai fait les premiers pas dans la vie, Les godillots que je chaussais à quatorze ans Et avec lesquels je descendais au port aux grands bateaux, Piétinant la boue et la neige, évitant de marcher dans les caillots de sang. Je portais alors une capote noire de marin, qui sentait l'étuve, Et les godillots étaient grands et lourds pour mes pieds de quatorze ans, Je marchais péniblement avec eux dans les rues sales du port, Entre des marins, des porteurs et des prostituées. J'étais un grand gars, maigre et timide, qui pouvait faire rire bien des gens, Et ils en riaient. Que serais-je devenu si je n'avais pas eu les godillots ? Ils m'aidaient à ne pas pleurer, à ne pas trébucher de timidité, Me donnant un énorme et douloureux équilibre. Ils étaient gros et lourds et me tenaient les pieds sur la terre, Ils étaient mes amis et mes alliés et mes anges gardiens, Avec eux je faisais mes premiers pas dans la vie. Dans la capote noire de marin, qui sentait l'étuve, Avec eux je marchais dans les rues sales du port, Rêvant d'écraser son mes pas toute la laideur du monde. (traduit du roumain par Ileana Vulpescu)

Ionescu évoque le procès littéraire de Geo Bogza, poète d'avant-garde qui, en 1930, a été condamné pour pornographie. (p. 30)

Pierre cubique Pour un pavage de l'âme Pour déchirer le ridicule apparent de l'enveloppe, il convient que les pointes intellectuelles ne soient pas émoussées par des calculs mercantiles. Un aigle peut toujours être abattu d'une balle et dépecé. Mais il ne sera jamais capturé dans une souricière. Une fois lancé, il faut du tact pour ne pas verser dans le burlesque. Mais trop de tact censurera tout éclat, vous exposant à la constipation de l'âme. Chez certains, les sourires ironiques entrent en scène au mauvais moment. Si la crispation de la réalité ne les interrompt pas brusquement, ils se brisent en même temps que le personnage, dans le tintamarre des pots d'argile. Si l'on ne se détourne pas faussement du marécage, mais qu'on le traverse héroïquement en s'y enfonçant à fond, on peut trouver par-delà une couche d'eau pure. Tous les blasons existants ont été profanés. Pour atteindre une noblesse nouvelle, non susceptible de l'être, il convient préalablement de se faire vacciner l'âme à la boue. Si j'arbore quelquefois un cœur dans ma poitrine, j'ai néanmoins toujours dans ma poche une boîte de préservatifs. Je ne publierai un livre que lorsque je serai sûr de pouvoir me détacher entièrement de ses pages, pour bondir sur le lecteur et l'étrangler. Ma phrase doit être un organe viril impétueux, pour dépuceler les âmes encrassées et y déposer la semence des cieux nouveaux. L'art est souvent le droit suprême de l'artiste de tout bafouer. (poème de Geo Bogza, publié en 1928, traduit du roumain par Șerban Cristovici)

A scaled-down version of the clash between the real and the virtual and its fantastic consequences at the planetary level: the dissociation between a very high-frequency virtual space and a zero-frequency real space. The two no longer have anything in common, nor is there any communication between them: the unconditional extension of the virtual (which includes not just the new images or remote simulation, but the whole cyberspace of geo-finance, the space of multimedia and the information superhighways) brings with it an unprecedented desertification of real space and of all that surrounds us. The information superhighways will have the same effect as our present superhighways or motorways. They will cancel out the landscape, lay waste to the territory and abolish real distances. What is merely physical and geographical in the case of our motorways will assume its full dimensions in the electronic field with the abolition of mental distances and the absolute shrinkage of time. All short circuits (and the establishment of this planetary hyperspace is tantamount to one immense short circuit) produce electric shocks. What we see emerging here is no longer merely territorial desert, but social desert, employment desert, the body itself being laid waste by the very concentration of information. A kind of Big Crunch, contemporaneous with the Big Bang of the financial markets and the information networks. We are merely at the dawning of the process, but the waste and the wastelands are already growing much faster than the computerization process itself. The two worlds, though literally cut off from each other, are equally exponential. But the discrepancy between them does not create any new political situation or genuine crisis, for memory fades at the same time as does the real. The discrepancy is only virtually catastrophic.

designate this class, Bruno Latour and Nikolaj Schultz coined the term “geo-social class.”3 Much of this class is not exploited in the classic Marxist sense of working for those who own the means of production; they are “exploited” with regard to the way they relate to the material conditions of their life: access to water and clean air, health, safety, Local

Olvidamos casi la mitad de la nueva información al cabo de veinte minutos. A las veinticuatro horas, se ha borrado cerca del 70 % y, un mes después, la pérdida alcanza el 80

These are hard times. Imperial death-pangs are never pleasant; and it seems we find ourselves in the midst of the geo-political playground when the empire is thrashing about in a vain attempt to maintain its idolatrous pursuit of wealth and power, seeking to be “great again,” seeking to demonize those whose own violence it fears.

What started off as this hobbyist movement became the basis for disrupting the entire space infrastructure. Suddenly, Moore’s Law came rushing into the space industry and completely changed to how people think about it. Instead of spending a billion dollars to put a satellite in GEO—instead of spending twelve years on building and designing it, and then buying a multi-hundred-million-dollar rocket to get it there, and having a mission that’s going to last for thirty years—for a tiny, tiny fraction of that cost you could build these little CubeSats out of cell phone components, and you can put up ten or a hundred or a thousand of them in low Earth orbit and just replenish them.2 David Cowan

I peep through her ocean telescope and look up through the atmospheres. All this modern underwater architecture, lit up with bioluminescence. Condos, aqua resorts, plazas, lighted vac tubes connecting them all. Like a twenty-first century skyline flipped upside down and dropped into the ocean. Refuse drones designed to look like yeti crabs claw out of septic cubes and scurry to the surface, flexing their mechanical limbs. Everything is hydropowered, motion-powered, geo-powered. Sewage, heated and pressurized into biodiesel. Holographic ads circle their gilded prey, telling people they can somehow live forever while looking like a million bucks. The underwater city is always on, data-scavenging all our habits and using the info to create a more efficient place. An underwater panoramic, lubricated by the grease of America.

Los científicos son –y siempre han sido– sensibles, creativos, intuitivos, seres humanos completos, que hacen preguntas sobre un mundo que nunca se hizo para ser catalogado ni sistematizado. Cada vez que me he preguntado qué estaban haciendo estos hongos y he diseñado estudios para probar y entender sus comportamientos, no me ha quedado otra que imaginármelos.

La identidad de los hongos importa, pero no siempre es un mundo binario. La individualidad puede ir transformándose poco a poco en la otredad.

Para tu comunidad microbiana –tu «microbioma»–, tu cuerpo es un planeta. Algunos prefieren el bosque templado de tu cuero cabelludo, otros las áridas planicies de tu antebrazo y algunos el bosque tropical de tu entrepierna o axila. Tus intestinos, orejas, dedos de los pies, boca, ojos, piel, y cada superficie, conducto y cavidad que tienes están infestados de bacterias y hongos. Llevas más microbios encima que células ‘propias’.

Hay tanto en la vida y en la experiencia cotidiana –por no hablar de nuestros sistemas filosóficos, políticos y económicos– que depende del concepto de individuo, que puede ser difícil quedarse quieto y ver cómo este se disuelve. ¿Dónde deja esto al «nosotros»? ¿Qué pasa con el «ellos»? ¿El «yo»? ¿El «mío»? ¿El «todos»? ¿El «cualquiera»? En parte son esas sensaciones de desconcierto las que hacen que los avances en microbiología sean tan emocionantes. Conocer mejor estas asociaciones cambia cómo vivimos nuestros propios cuerpos y los lugares en los que habitamos. «Nosotros» somos ecosistemas que rebasan fronteras y vulneran categorías. Nuestros yoes emergen de una compleja maraña de relaciones que apenas empieza a conocerse.

Of the early founders, the most eminent proponent of physical geography as a scientific entity was undoubtedly the German polymath Alexander von Humboldt. On his many travels, he combined observations with measurements of temperature, pressure, and the Earth’s magnetic field, and made generalizations about the geographical distribution of vegetation, global-scale patterns of temperature (depicted by isotherms on maps), the ways in which temperature falls and vegetation varies with increasing altitude (on Tenerife in the Canary Islands, for example), the alignment of volcanoes, and the course of ocean currents. In his major works, written around the middle of the 19th century, such as Cosmos: A Sketch of a Physical Description of the Universe , published in 1849, he emphasized not only relationships within the natural geo-ecosphere but also linkages to human societies. A year earlier, Mary Somerville, based at the University of Oxford, published Physical Geography and defined the subject as ‘a description of the Earth, the sea and the air, with their inhabitants animal and vegetable, of the distribution of these organized beings and the causes of that distribution’.

You only get one heart,” Walt said to his daughter after the second one ended. He seemed sad, but not regretful. “I gave mine to your mother the day I met her. And she still has it. ”For a long time Geo believed that was true. One heart, one chance at love.

Since the beginning of neanderthal man, personal branding has existed. Many choose to believe that personal branding is a new concept and is something that globalization and the expansion of the internet and new technologies have created. Because it is not new, it means we have hundreds of years, as a matter of fact, thousands, to learn and study.