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Casas Exoticas: Narcisismo, Excentricidades, ou Criatividade Humana?

domingo, agosto 5th, 2018

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Esquilos fazem casas no buraco de árvores, formigas no buraco no solo. Como estes seres quase não tem cérebro, me perguntei qual a força que os movem a fazer isto e justo desse jeito. Consultando a formula da Matrix/DNA, logo descobri que a causa fundamental esta’ inscrita na sua genética, herdada de remotos ancestrais, desde os átomos e das galaxias. As partículas constroem e se alojam nos átomos, astros constroem e se alojam nos seus sistemas. E então a formula mostrou algo que matou a charada das formigas e esquilos. Porque buracos?

Ora, quando a formula estava na forma de building block de galaxias, que foi seu estado evolutivo que veio imediatamente como building blocks do DNA, todos os elementos do sistema acabam indo “morar” no núcleo, onde tem uma arquitetura, a qual os acadêmicos chamam de “buraco negro”. Não é um buraco negro, e sim um vórtice rotativo, em todo caso, todo rodamoinho tem um buraco no centro. Inclusive a formula mostra que a rainha do sistema astronomico – que é o elemento feminino – transforma o “buraco negro” em sua mansão e ali se aloja, fechando portas e janelas, inventando o sistema fechado.

Mas e humanos? Eles fazem umas casas totalmente diferente… de onde veio o instinto, ou intuição, para este modelo comum de casas que tem de ter cozinha, corredores, quartos, sala, banheiro? Patética surpresa!

Os humanos ultrapassaram seus passados remotos, ultrapassaram sua forma genética e se estacionaram no seu próprio corpo! Pois o interior de uma casa humana e’ a replica exata do interior do corpo humano,… onde se aloja a “mente”, que cria o plano e constrói a casa.

  • A cozinha tem a função de lidar com os alimentos – copia da boca que lida com alimentos.
  • O corredor tem função de via de passagem das pessoas para os quartos, sala… copia da garganta e esôfago que tem a função da passagem dos alimentos.
  • Os quartos e’ onde se dorme mas não como morto pois tem que permanecer respirando… copia dos pulmões.
  • A sala é onde se unem pelo amor nos corações as famílias no seu descanso, e onde namoram os namorados unidos pelos amores no coração… copia do coração.
  • E o banheiro, que tem a função de lidar com a m… quer dizer, com a maaassssa e líquidos que sobram dos alimentos, é copia dos intestinos e do c… quer dizer, dos cuadris ( – “Mas… Louis, quadris não se escreve com c… – “Ora, o blog é meu, escrevo como quero…eu tinha que consertar a escorregada feia que vinha atras….)

Saquei tudo, mano! E’ dai que veio toda essas ideias para fazermos nossas casas, ideias inconscientes, próprias e causadas pelas forças e elementos invisíveis do interior do corpo, se autoprojetando como arquitetura feita de materiais brutos para alojar o corpo inteiro! Que invenções, genialidades humanas, que nada, são puros impulsos inconscientes do sistema secundário nervoso.

Mas,… em toda família sã, tem sempre um virado da cabeça, e assim também isto se autoprojeta para o todo social. A presença deles no social faz com que as casas comuns da sociedade sejam torcidas e distorcidas e feitas de outras maneiras.

Por exemplo, eu mesmo sou um danado social, quer dizer, sempre pensando e fazendo diferente do normal. Tanto é que tenho um sonho de projetar e construir uma casa diferente, no formato de cérebro, assim mesmo, com uma só base mas a parte superior dividida em dois compartimentos, o hemisfério direito e o esquerdo, … na base quero imitar o campo do hipocampo, as sinapses se tornam corredores, as glândulas se tornam os aposentos, o córtex se torna a cobertura, etc. Acho que vou dar um salto evolutivo na frente dos que fazem casas imitando o corpo, porque vou imitar a morada central da mente. E talvez, vivendo e meditando dentro deste cérebro maior minha mente realiza um salto evolutivo, num efeito de retroalimentação. Pois é…

Vejamos alguns exemplos dos malucos:

A CASA DE PONTA CABEÇA, ALEMANHA

(Este humano sabe que temos o cérebro ao contrario, quando as imagens entram e se revelam nos neurônios de ponta-cabeça. Ele acha que assim seu cérebro vai economizar energia ficando já de ponta-cabeça antes das imagens entrarem. Dizem que antes de construir essa casa, ele dormia dentro do guarda-roupa pendurado num cabide de cabeça para baixo))

A CASA SAPATO, ÁFRICA DO SUL

( este humano, físico, matemático, engenheiro de estruturas, botou na cabeça que a natureza fez os pês do jeito que são e como a parte do corpo mais próxima do solo porque a Natureza em sua sabedoria concluiu que esta e’ a melhor forma de um corpo se firmar no solo. Desde que casas são feitas para firmarem humanos em solo firme… e desde que os pés tem como suas casas os sapatos, a solução desta equação matemática toda deu um resultado final: casa tem que ser na forma de sapato!)

OUTRA CASA SAPATO, HOLANDA

NAUTILUS HOUSE, MÉXICO

(este humano e’ viciado em mergulho submarino)

E veja a Nautilus House, Por Dentro

CASA DISCO-VOADOR, SUÉCIA

(um desses humanos adeptos da ufologia que andam por ai ‘a caça de disco-voadores)

HELIODOME, FRANÇA

(funcionário da Agencia Espacial Europeia que passa a vida olhando para o céu)

CASA DE PEDRA, PORTUGAL ( só português mesmo,… com tanto terreno limpo ‘a volta, não, ele quer fazer a casa onde tem pedra que não da’ para remover, pá…)

A CASA BIOMÓRFICA, ISRAEL ( esse cara sofre de uma doença mental rara, biomorfismo)

A CASA PRIVADA, KOREA

( essa ideia surgiu quando o cara estava sentado no vaso sanitário)

Incrivel! troncos com diâmetro de 11 m, fazem casa dentro…

sábado, agosto 4th, 2018

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BAOBÁ 
As árvores Baobá (Adansonia sp.) são enormes, encontradas principalmente na áfrica, podendo chegar a cerca de 30 m de altura, e com troncos com diâmetro chegando a 11 m, tão grossos que muitas pessoas fazem casas dentro. Um espécime conhecido como Glencoe Baobab chegou a ter uma circunferência de 47m, considerada uma das maiores árvores do mundo. Acredita-se que estas árvores possuam milhares de anos, apesar de não ser possível calcular precisamente devido a ausência dos anéis de crescimento nos troncos.

#Biologia #biólogo #meioambiente #ecologia #ecológica #bióloga #biologiaporamor #soubiomais #árvore #BAOBÁ #ciências #ciênciasbiológicas #botânica #cienciadanatureza

As árvores Baobá (Adansonia sp.) são enormes, encontradas principalmente na áfrica, podendo chegar a cerca de 30 m de altura, e com troncos com diâmetro chegando a 11 m, tão grossos que muitas pessoas fazem casas dentro. Um espécime conhecido como Glencoe Baobab chegou a ter uma circunferência de 47m, considerada uma das maiores árvores do mundo. Acredita-se que estas árvores possuam milhares de anos, apesar de não ser possível calcular precisamente devido a ausência dos anéis de crescimento nos troncos.

Microscopio de 1 dollar para montar de papel e aumenta 480x ! Ver e fazer

quinta-feira, março 8th, 2018

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Um microscopio feito de papel e pequenas lentes que custa 1 dollar ideal para quem vive na area rural ver insetos invisiveis nas plantas, para quem faz camping ver tudo que interessa 480x aumentado, opara estudantes, etc., e … para mim. Muito bom levar para Brasil. Mas nao tem a venda no Mercado, porem tem um PDF ensinando onde comprar o material e como montar em minutos. As informacoes comecam aqui, com o jornalista da CNN e da Nerd Brigade, .

A folding paper microscope? It’s real

https://www.cnn.com/2015/09/08/tech/paper-microscope-feat/

Tem um video introdutorio ai. Daqui  vamos `a PLOS onde tem o PDF que ensina onde comprar, como montar:

Foldscope: Origami-Based Paper Microscope

http://journals.plos.org/plosone/article?id=10.1371/journal.pone.0098781

Onde tem link para um video mostrando a montagem:

http://journals.plos.org/plosone/article/file?id=10.1371/journal.pone.0098781.s009&type=supplementary

 

 

Visão interior de uma rocha (vídeo)

sexta-feira, março 2nd, 2018

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Veja video clicando no link:

https://www.msn.com/en-us/video/wonder/this-is-what-a-rock-looks-like-in-the-inside/vi-BBJGIKX?ocid=sf

Cientistas Americanos Dizem que Brasileiros vão Dominar o Mundo!

segunda-feira, outubro 30th, 2017

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Will Humans Eventually All Look Like Brazilian?

https://www.livescience.com/34228-will-humans-eventually-all-look-like-brazilians.html?utm_source=notification

Por essa ninguém esperava! Alguns brasileiros sempre tiveram sonhos de grandeza e repetem aos quatro cantos que o Brasil sera o pais do futuro, etc. Porem,… e não e’ que esses caras podem ter acertado na mosca! Mas por um motivo muito diferente do que imaginaram. O tipo físico da humanidade tem mudado com a miscigenação que parece estar sendo afunilado na direcao de um unico tipo,  e cientistas calcularam qual sera o tipo comum nos próximos cem anos. Descobriram então que o retrato final ( na figura abaixo) tem ja um exemplar no planeta, pois corresponde ao tipo físico comum dos … brasileiros! A noticia esta’ no link acima, ( mas veja no meu comentario abaixo postado na LiveScience discorda):

 

Evolutionary biologists say humans will eventually homogenize, and approach the appearance of mixed-race Brazilians. Credit: Image via Shutterstock

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Which Brazilians? From the South, the North, or from the Northeast? Why not the physical type like Giselle Bunchen that dominates the south? This guy in the photo is the Northeast, where the miscegenation with only Portuguese from Europe (plus natives and black slaves), resulted into this one. Still, the majority of European blood in the south are trying to keep their origins. By the way, we do not know how the climate change will affect human species, who will survive and who will not… the North or the South?

Interessante Historia da Grande Depressão de 1929

quarta-feira, março 8th, 2017

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Um grande momento de aprendizagem na minha vida. Achei um website de uma de uma mulher de 103 anos contando a historia vivendo no Tenessee de 190o,  como era a escola na epoca, e como passaram pela Grande Depressão de 1929. Esta historia devia ser lida por brasileiros que não tem noção de como o povo americano sofreu para chegar onde chegou hoje. E ao mesmo tempo me deparo com a noticia de que esta sendo prevista uma grande depressão no Brasil (veja no link abaixo). Achei o momento oportuno para comparar as duas situações, e para prever o que pode acontecer no Brasil. Sugiro que va’ ao website com link abaixo e veja a coleção de fotos daquela época. Uma obra prima!) ( para quem não lê inglês, prometo que voltarei aqui para traduzir)

A maior depressão da História do Brasil

https://www.conversaafiada.com.br/economia/a-maior-depressao-da-historia-do-brasil

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e o link para ver o website fonte da historia:

From Little Lot to the Great Depression

http://www.krampf.com/content/little-lot-great-depression

Lizzie Jim Sanders

My mother wrote the following story about my grandmother, Lizzie Jim Sanders. It was published in the local paper of Hickman County, TN. Little Lot (in Hickman County) is the name of the town where my grandmother grew up. It’s about 40 miles south of Nashville, in a very rural part of Tennessee.

LIzzie Jim, a garota de branco,(quarta da esq. para dir) na sua infância no Tenesse In this picture, left to right – Ewell Coleman (Mammy’s brother), Hershel Hub Sanders (baby), Lizzie Coleman Sanders (Mammy), Lizzie Jim Sanders Farmer (young girl), Rufus C. Coleman, Mattie Totty Coleman, Grace Sanders Anderson (young girl), Dewey Keys (son of Louella Coleman Keys, Aunt Lou, who was Mammy’s sister). I don’t know the name of the cow behind the bush. Rufus C. and Mattie Totty Coleman wer

From Little Lot to the Great Depression

( De um pequeno sitio para a Grande Depressão)

Lizzie Jim Sanders graduated from Little Lot School in 1922, and with her diploma in hand, headed for Nashville. She took her extra homemade dress in a sack, along with a little “egg money” from her mother. Her cousin, Dewey Keys, had gone to Nashville a year or two before her. He came back to marry Rose Fitts, and they had a home in Nashville where Lizzie could stay. Rose even had a job lined up for her.

Por volta de 1900, eles tinham que irem com baldes no posco longe da casa para obter a água para beber, tomar banho e lavar roupas. This is Jim Sanders on the Jones farm, going to the well in the middle of the field. In the summer, the well near the house would go dry, and they would have to walk to the well in the field for water to drink, take a bath, and wash clothes.

First, Lizzie changed her name to Elizabeth. It sounded more like a “city” name. Then she went with Rose to Federal Can Company, where she got a job running a machine that made cans for Maxwell House coffee and King Leo Peppermint candy. The owners treated the employees well, and the workers were friendly. Elizabeth felt at home in her new job. And it paid “by the piece”, so the faster she worked, the more money she made.

 

She lived just a short walk across the bridge over the Cumberland River from downtown Nashville. There were more stores than she had ever seen. Soon she was
spending most of her paycheck in those stores. She had never had a “store bought” dress. Now she had a closet full of them. She bought coats with fur collars, shoes with silver buckles on them, and every Saturday she had her blonde hair shampooed and set with curls and waves.

Elizabeth met Robert Farmer, who also worked at the factory. They were married in 1926. They rented a room from Dewey and Rose, who had turned their home into a rooming house. Soon, they moved into a rented house of their own.

Escola no Tenessee em 1910. Robert Farmer, que viria a se casar com Lizzie Jim em 1926 e’ o garoto mais alto de cabelo preto e paleto escuro, terceiro da dir. para esq. na fila de tras.

Work at the factory began to slow down. To keep from laying off anyone, the owners cut everyone’s hours. Some weeks they would work three days, some they would work two days, and then sometimes there would not be enough work for even one day for everyone.

The owners began to serve a lunch of white beans and cornbread to the workers every day. It saved the workers a few precious cents. Some people could not get by on the smaller salary, and lost their houses or apartments. Often they came to stay with Elizabeth and Robert until they could find a way to get back to their hometown. One by one their friends had to leave Nashville and go back home. There were just not enough jobs available.

Hickman County was close enough that Elizabeth and Robert could make a trip back there on the weekend and bring back food. In the summer, there were vegetables from the large garden, fruit from the fruit trees and eggs aplenty from the many hens. In the winter there were canned berries and fruit, and smoked meat from the hogs they killed. And they ate plenty of catfish from the Duck River, and fried chicken, rabbit and squirrel.

Their friends begged to go “home” with them, and thought the large farm on Duck River where Mr. Sanders worked was like paradise. They could catch fish in the river, hunt rabbits and squirrels, and eat food prepared by Elizabeth’s mother. It was difficult to get in the car and go back to the real world where work was harder and harder to get, and bills stacked up, and broken things did not get fixed because of lack of money.

Difficult times make people do desperate things. A number of people found a way out by jumping off one of the bridges in Nashville that crossed the Cumberland River. One day, as Elizabeth walked across the bridge closest to where they lived, a man came running past her and leaped over the rail into the river to his death.

Daily, people knocked on the kitchen door, asking for a sandwich to eat, and offering to do a little work for it. The summer heat was oppressive, and many people took their blankets and slept in the parks.

Eventually, the factory could not meet expenses. The owners sold it to a larger company, and as the hard times began to end, the new owners announced that they were moving to Memphis, and anyone who wanted to transfer would have a job waiting in Memphis.

In 1933, Elizabeth and Robert and most of the workers who were still employed packed up their belongings and headed for Memphis. Once again, Elizabeth had a relative there who let them spend one night – but only one – and helped them find a room to rent.

With the larger company, and better times, work picked up. Hard times teach hard lessons. There were no more coats with fur collars. There were no fancy shoes with silver buckles. And dresses went back to being well made, but home made. Remembering how it was with no money, Elizabeth and Robert made sure to save a small portion of each paycheck.

They never used the word “Depression”. They were too busy living it to give it a name. They were fortunate that they were not in debt, and they had Hickman County to feed them. Even today, at 103 years, Elizabeth is very careful with every penny she has, with one exception. She decided many years ago that the beauty shop is definitely a necessity, not a luxury.

Lizzie Jim com 103 anos, em Menphis, e todas as criancas sao seus netos. Left to right – Mike Hill, Shelly Hill Harwell, Ronnie Sanders (in back), Dicky Evans, Rob Krampf (in yellow shorts), Mammy, Sandra Evans, Sharla Krampf Brechbill. Taken at Riverside Park in Memphis.

 

Lizzie Jim sobreviveu `a Grande Depressão e com 100 anos de idade tinha esta casa

 

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Second Grade in 1912

Several years ago, my second graders wrote letters to my grandmother, Lizzie Jim Sanders Farmer. She and my mother, Shirley Farmer Krampf, wrote this as a reply.

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I was in second grade a very long time ago. It was 1912, Tenessee. Many of the things that you have at home and at school had not been invented yet. A hundred years from now, people will wonder how you were able to live without some on the things that will be invented between now and then. Since they have not been invented, we don’t even know what they will be.

When I was in second grade, I lived a long way from a city. I lived in a little community. Farms were all around it. It was about 15 miles from a small town and fifty miles from a city. To get to the small town or the city, we had to ride in a wagon pulled by a mule. My house had no electricity because no one in our area had electricity. Even though electricity had been invented, the wires that carry electricity did not come out into the farmland until many years later. We got our light from lamps filled with oil, and from the fireplace. Anything that has to be plugged into the wall, we did not have.

No refrigerator, no freezer, no TV, no video games, no CD player, no Ipod.
no computer.

I walked about a mile and a half to school when I was in second grade. A few years later, we moved from the very small community to the farm where my father worked, and I had to walk about three miles to school. On rainy days, my father took us on a mule. If the weather was very bad, we stayed home and worked in the barn shelling corn or cleaning out the stalls where the cows stayed. Sometimes we cleaned the ashes out of the fireplace and the stove, and saved them outside in a bucket. My mother used the ashes to make hominy from dried corn. We could make it to eat in the wintertime, when the corn was no longer growing in the garden. She also used the ashes to make soap.

When we lived in the small community, we had a cow and some chickens. From the cow, we got milk and butter. From the chickens, we got eggs, and we had chicken for dinner on special occasions. We got our water from a well.
We also put things that we needed to keep cool, like milk, down in the well, because the water in the well was cool. There was usually a small shelf dug out in the wall of the well, where you could set a couple of things.

We bought some food from the small general store. It was one room, only a little bigger than your classroom. We could buy flour, meal, and sugar, and dry beans and spices. Sometimes they had pieces of candy. We could also buy shoes and socks, and fabric to make our clothes. It was sort of like WalMart if you took away all the things that required electricity or refrigeration or had not been invented yet. WalMart would not be very big today if you took all those things away. Some things had been invented that were only in large cities like San Francisco.

I think I was about 10 or 11 when we moved to live on the farm. The farm was large and several families had little houses there to live in. At one time, there were 14 children who lived there with their families. We played games together. The owner of the farm lived in a large, white house and the rest of us lived in small houses. Our house had a small kitchen with a stove. There were two small bedrooms with a stove that used wood to heat the rooms and a larger room with a fireplace and two beds. The larger room was only used when company came, because we had to save the wood so it would last all winter. Upstairs, there was a large room with no heat. It had three beds in it. It was like an attic. My brothers slept up there. My sister slept in a small bed downstairs.

Now I will answer your questions.

The school that I went to had two rooms. Several grades were in the same room. I carried my books to school in a “book satchel” which was a cloth bag with handles. My mother made it. We did not have much to carry home. Usually, I carried a tablet with my spelling words, a pencil and my geography book. If it was raining, we did not take a book home because we did not want to get it wet.

We had some homework. We had to learn spelling words. I was good in spelling and every Friday we had a spelling bee. Even though I was good at spelling words, sometimes I had to sit down.

We had reading homework every night. I liked to read. My father could not read or write. When he was growing up, he was never able to live close enough to a school to go to it.

My mother could read and write, but she could not read hard words. She only went to school a few years. Because I learned to read really well, I still enjoy reading. I read the newspaper every night. I read the advertisements, too, and I like to look at the clothes that are for sale.

When I moved to the city, I got a library card. I went to the library every week to get books to read.

We had a blackboard at school and wrote on it with chalk. Markers and whiteboards had not been invented. I did my work in a tablet that cost a nickel. I used a pencil to write with. I think it cost a penny.

I liked geography. I did not like arithmetic. I learned how to do it because I wanted to know how much money I needed to buy candy, and to make sure I got the right amount of pennies back from the storekeeper. But I did not like arithmetic because you have to think a lot to learn it.

I had friends at school. And some people who were not friends at school, but I had to be nice to them anyway. One girl did not have a lot of food at home. Sometimes she took my lunch and ate it. That meant that I did not have any lunch that day. We had to bring our lunch, or go home to eat. I usually took a biscuit sandwich, with ham or bacon or egg on it. If we had sweet potatoes, I would take a baked sweet potato. We drank water.

One day a boy took a cup of water up to the top of the steps that went outside. When we went out to play at recess, he poured the water on us.
He got in a lot of trouble, and had to stay in at recess for several days.

I can still remember the names of the boys and girls in my class. Kate Grimes. Georgia Grimes (she needed help walking) Thelma Anderson. Cornell Easlely. Edith Anderson (she was stuck up). Pauline Ferguson. Odell Ferguson. Elese Baker (she is the one who took my lunch). Lily Worley. Ruby Harvell. Paul Baker. James Baker. Hobert Baird. Easley Bratton. Paul Jones. Malcolm Baker. “Dummy” Baird (it was not nice of us to call him “Dummy” and I cannot remember what his real name was) and Pauline Neely.

I did not have a bicycle. No one I knew had a bicycle. The roads were not smooth, and you could not ride a bicycle on them. I learned to ride a bicycle when I was grown up. I did not have a camera. Only professional photographers had cameras. They traveled around the country, taking photographs of families. They would stay with a family for a few days and take pictures. Then they would bring the photographs back in a few weeks. Even poor families wanted the photographs to hang on their wall, because it was something we had not seen before. It was almost like a miracle.

We did not have many toys. At Christmas we usually got one toy, an orange and a peppermint stick of candy. Oranges were rare, and we thought they were very good. We did not have orange juice at the store. Oranges had to come from a long way off because orange trees do not grow in Tennessee.

We played games. We played with balls and jump ropes and marbles, and jacks. We played hide and seek and other games like that. Sometimes we played with things that we should not play with. One afternoon on the farm, we pulled a large hay wagon up to the top of a hill and all the kids on the farm got in it and rode in it down the hill (without any mule pulling it). There was no way to guide it. It was fun and no one got hurt. So we pulled it back up the hill and were going to do it again. It could have turned over and hurt us because we could not guide which way it would go. The man who owned the farm saw us and made us stop. He told our fathers. We got in big trouble and never tried to do that again.

My bed looked much like the bed you sleep in, but the mattress was made out of straw, covered in fabric. It had a place where you could add more straw when you needed to. We had to shake it once in a while to fluff it up. On top of the straw was a “featherbed”. It was like a pillow filled with feathers, and it was large enough to cover the straw mattress. It needed to be
fluffed once in a while to make it more comfortable. Both of these mattresses needed to be taken outside in the sun occasionally to freshen them and make them smell good. We had pillows filled with feathers from chickens that we killed and cooked for dinner. Some pillows were filled with duck feathers. You can pluck feathers from live ducks – without hurting them – if you know how. They will grow more feathers to replace them.

My mother made the soap that our clothes were washed in. She used water poured thru ashes and grease from the meat we cooked. It made a soap called lye soap. She put our clothes in a very large kettle over a fire in the yard. She put water and soap in it and stirred them with a big stick. Then she poured out that water and put in more. We had to bring buckets of water from the well. She rinsed them in the pot over the fire, and took them out with the big stick. She wrung the water out and hung them over a clothesline to dry. It was hard work.

Most of the time we had soap from the store to use when we took a bath. We washed our hair with the same soap. My mother kept a large barrel in the yard where the rainwater ran off the house. We used it to wash our hair in because it made our hair soft. There were no factories nearby, so there was no pollution in the water. We took a bath in a large tub, out in the yard behind the well house, in the summertime. In the winter, we had to take a bath in a small wash basin, near the stove. We washed as well as possible, but we liked taking a bath in summer better.

I don’t remember too much about brushing our teeth. I know that there was a kind of tree that had little branches. If we pulled off one of the little branches and smashed the end, it would splinter apart into little pieces kind of like the bristles on your toothbrush. Later on, we had store-bought toothbrushes. Sometimes we used baking soda on our toothbrush. And sometimes we could get toothpaste or tooth powder from the store.

We did not have a bathroom. We had a little shed outside with a toilet in it.
If you have ever gone to a carnival or someplace that had Porta-potties, you will know what ours looked like.

My mother cooked our meals on a big stove that you had to put wood into to make it hot. My father lit the fire with a match, but every night, he piled the ashes up on the hot coals left from the wood. The next morning, there would still be some fire left and all he had to do was put on some more wood.

For breakfast, we had bacon, or sausage, or ham which came from the pigs that we raised. We had eggs, and biscuits. We took leftovers from breakfast for our lunch. For dinner, we had lots of vegetables in the summer. In the winter, we had potatoes, and apples, and biscuits with butter and jelly or syrup. And we had pie or cake that my mother made, for dessert.

We only had one cow, and we needed her to get milk from, so we did not have hamburgers or roast, or steak for dinner.

When I was about 10 years old, my mother bought a pretty piece of red fabric from the general store. She said she would make me a dress out of it when she had time. She made all of my clothes, and all of my sister’s clothes, and shirts for my two brothers. She made our pajamas, and our underwear.

One day, when my mother was out working in the garden, I got the piece of fabric out of the drawer. I wanted a dress out of it today. I decided that I could make it myself. I had watched her lots of times. I had even used the sewing machine to sew a little bit when I tore my dress.

I laid the piece of material on the floor and smoothed it out. I got my other dress – I only had two dresses – and put it on the floor so I could see it. Then I got the scissors and some pins, and cut the red fabric in pieces. I put red thread in the sewing machine, and sat down to sew the pieces together. I knew just how to push the pedal up and down to make the sewing machine work.

My mother came in and saw that I had cut up the red fabric. She looked really sad. She was a gentle woman and never yelled at us. She never spanked us. But we knew that we had done something wrong when she looked so sad. She did not have any money to buy more fabric. It had taken a long time to save money to buy this fabric.

She picked it up to see if somehow she could still use it. What a surprise! I had done a good job. I had made a dress. It did not look as fancy as it would have if she made it, but it was good enough to wear to school. My mother was happy. If I could make this, I could make clothes for my sister and brothers. This would give my mother more time to work in the garden and to take care of the chickens.

Every one has a talent for something. Each person just has to find out what that talent is. Some people can paint pictures. Others can build houses, or take care of animals, or work in the fields. My talent is sewing. I can make patterns for the things that I want to sew. Then I can cut out the pieces and sew them together to make something pretty. I have been sewing for 91 years. I have sewed a lot of things, and most of them turned out just fine – just like the red dress did.

I hope I have answered your questions about what it was like when I was your age. If you have more questions, let me know.

Where was this?:
Little Lot, Tennessee
When was this?:
1912

A Origem do Amor: Formidável Teoria de Platão

domingo, fevereiro 12th, 2017

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In Plato’s dialogue, The Symposium, the playwright Aristophanes suggests that the origins of love lie in a desire to complete ourselves by finding a long lost ‘other half’. At the beginning of time, he ventures in playful conjecture, all human beings were hermaphrodites with double backs and flanks, four hands and four legs and two faces turned in opposite directions on the same head. These hermaphrodites were so powerful and their pride so overweening that Zeus was forced to cut them in two, into a male and female half – and from that day, each one of us has nostalgically yearned to rejoin the part from which he or she was once severed.

Fotos de Tribo Amazonica Nao-Contactada e Casamento de Americano com India Yanomani

domingo, novembro 27th, 2016

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Incredible Photos Show Uncontacted Amazonian Tribe Living Perilously Close To Illegal Miners

( Incríveis fotos mostram uma tribo amazônica nunca contactada vivendo perigosamente próximo a garimpeiros invasores em busca de ouro )

http://www.iflscience.com/editors-blog/incredible-photos-show-uncontacted-amazonian-tribe-living-perilously-close-to-illegal-miners/

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Uma tribo nunca contactada foi fotografada do ar pela primeira vez numa região da Amazônia brasileira que esta mo momento sendo invadida por garimpeiros em busca de ouro. Tendo mantido seu tradicional modo de vida por milhares de anos, os membros desta tribo ( calculados 120 pessoas nesta taba) correm o risco de serem eliminados e extintos em breve se não forem protegidos destas invasões em seu território. (ver mais no link ao artigo acima).

E meu comentario postado no artigo com link acima:
Not only natives, but also negroes slaves and till european white immigrants slaves in city like Sao Paulo, enslaved by the portuguese colonialists that are still owners of Brazil, had escaped towards the rain forest. I am one of them, from italian/portuguese agricultors descendance, that escaped into the jungle and living there by seven years, despite the fact that today I am a proud and free American citizen. Why I leave the jungle and came back to civilization? Because in the jungle, as a native instinctive philosopher and knowing lots about naturalism and science, and suffering a wild brainwasch by the green hell, I had the opportunity to check the western knowledge about nature and our existence, doing comparisons with the knowledge of contacted natives and the animals/plants behaviors, from where was built a third world view. Then, I need scientific tools and labs for testing my theoretical models and formulas, and the must indicated country for doing it is USA. the reason I am there now.(see The Universal Matrix for Natural Systems and Life’s Cycles).
We can not contact these people ( our virus, etc), but they will not change towards evolution by themselves, so – as all other species that has super-specialized in a way of life – they are condemned to natural extinction. We need do something, but what? My suggestion:
1) Be sure that they are protected;
2) Any instrument/material we send to their local need be sterilized;
3) Place drones with cameras observing what they know/do. They know fire?
4) Like we are studying ancient tribes through their pictures upon stones,caves, we will send tablets of stones with drawings, trying to create symbols that will permit our communication, a kind of language; then drawings showing how to make fire, hoe to get iron from minerals,etc…
 
I think these tentatives will work like that black monolith of ” 2001 – An Space Odyssey” movie, which woke up monkeys for their evolution. We will find same situation in others planets exploring life and finding less evolved aliens. So, the Amazonian tribe will be our learning how to help and spreading love in this Universe. Alleluyah!
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No debate:

Vlad Donciu· Nov 24, 2016 12:38am

The old perish, the young flourish.
If we are the young now, we will be the old someday, and by your logics, our race is a dead end. But, fortunately the logics of Nature is not like yours. Every evolutionary cycle has shown it. Before the old perishing, and still at its middle age, it sends a parallel branch to outside, Nature, them, will invest in this parallel branch for continuing evolution. An example:
About the reptiles. The old was dinosaur and they perished. But that was not the end of biological evolution. Natural evolution made a reverse time going back to the humble and less evolved reptil called cynodont, and from here Nature took time in normal path again for continuing evolution, transforming the cynodont into a mammal. But our own body is a sample of this mechanism. It is real that the old parents perishes and the young offspring flourishes. But,… this young is a parallel branch emitted by the parents at middle age, before becoming old… What matter here? Protecting and teaching these natives how to evolve, we will leave our youngs that will flourish with friends that will flourish in parallel.
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E no mesmo assunto, esta admiravel historia:

Fantastico Argumento Indicando que Existe Vida Apos a Morte

sexta-feira, janeiro 8th, 2016

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 Existe vida apos a morte? Como e’ que posso saber, ninguem voltou de la’. Mas,… eu por acaso aprendi um método que tem me levado muito mais longe do que poderia imaginar. Quando você tem uma questão sobre a existência de alguma coisa, pergunte a Natureza e ninguem mais. A natureza de um jeito ou outro lhe propicia um sinal onde a resposta esta. Geralmente ela aponta uma cena, um evento ou um fenômeno acontecendo aqui e agora que explica dentro de uma logica impecável a pergunta feita. mas tinha que ser assim, pois a Natureza ‘e uma so, ela ‘e do tamanho do universo, o universo e’ natureza, então se e’ uma so, ela faz suas coisas diferentes aplicando um método so. Tal como o artista se revela em seus quadros. Se eu pergunto porque se no mundo todos os bichos botavam os ovos fora e de repente alguns acharam de manter os ovos dentro, gerando a parafernália da embriogênese, ela me mostra um modelo astronomico onde um sistema astronomico nosso ancestral ja fazia as duas coisas: botava os ovos fora e em seguida, mantinha os ovos dentro. se eu pergunto como e porque o Universo começou com um Big Bang, ela indica o momento da fecundação de um ovulo, me faz ficar pequenino e dentro do ovulo observando tudo, ai vejo chegando um espermatozoide que parece uma nave alienígena, a nave para no centro do ovulo, fico esperando abrir as portas para descer os genes-passageiros, mas ao invés disso, a nave explode num espalhafatoso big bang dentro do ovulo!. Acontece que o espermatozoide veio enrolado dentro de uma membrana e a membrana rompeu-se subitamente. Ai a Natureza me tira de dentro do ovulo, me faz ficar grande outra vez e me manda para casa dormir. No sonho duas cenas ficam se intercalando no meu cérebro: o big bang do universo e o big bang do ovulo… e as imagens se fundem numa so. Esta’ respondido! Claro, eu tinha começado a dormir bem antes, e a historia de que ela me levou para o ovulo já fazia parte do sonho.

Mas parece que tem um outro caboclo perdido por ai no mundo que esta me passando a perna. Ele aplicou o mesmo método perguntando a Natureza se tem vida apos a morte. A Natureza fez ele ficar pequenino, levou ele dentro de um saco embrionário onde estavam os embriões de dois gêmeos. E ai ele ouviu a seguinte conversa entre os gêmeos: ( esta em inglês, mas voltarei aqui para traduzir tudo)

Existe uma historia, escrita por um desconhecido autor, que fornece uma boa analogia do porque eu penso que deveríamos levar a serio a possibilidade de que exista vida apos a morte.

There is a story, written by an unknown author, gives a good analogy of why I think we should take seriously the prospect of an afterlife. It is based around two babies who’s whole life is dependent on the umbilical cord, analogous to our body, and they ponder if they can survive after it is cut. The mother is a reference to God, please ignore that, because I have no “evidence” for God at all:

— In a mother’s womb were two babies. One asked the other: “Do you believe in life after delivery?” The other replied, “Why, of course. There has to be something after delivery. Maybe we are here to prepare ourselves for what we will be later.”
“Nonsense” said the first. “There is no life after delivery. What kind of life would that be?”
The second said, “I don’t know, but there will be more light than here. Maybe we will walk with our legs and eat from our mouths. Maybe we will have other senses that we can’t understand now.”
The first replied, “That is absurd. Walking is impossible. And eating with our mouths? Ridiculous! The umbilical cord supplies nutrition and everything we need. But the umbilical cord is so short. Life after delivery is to be logically excluded.”
The second insisted, “Well I think there is something and maybe it’s different than it is here. Maybe we won’t need this physical cord anymore.”
The first replied, “Nonsense. And moreover if there is life, then why has no one has ever come back from there? Delivery is the end of life, and in the after-delivery there is nothing but darkness and silence and oblivion. It takes us nowhere.”
“Well, I don’t know,” said the second, “but certainly we will meet Mother and she will take care of us.”
The first replied “Mother? You actually believe in Mother? That’s laughable. If Mother exists then where is She now?”
The second said, “She is all around us. We are surrounded by her. We are of Her. It is in Her that we live. Without Her this world would not and could not exist.”
Said the first: “Well I don’t see Her, so it is only logical that She doesn’t exist.

A Matrix/DNA na Agua

terça-feira, janeiro 5th, 2016

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Se a vida começou no fundo do oceano, numa sopa qualquer, a formula da Matrix/DNA veio do espaço sideral e passou pela água. Claro, na forma de fótons dispersos.

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