Nadaism is not dead

Do you want to know if a person who passes all the time doing nothing would be able to live a normal and happy life?

... I will not work, I will not engage any activity in the long or even in the medium term - but I'll need help! Please check out the nadaist contract at the bottom of the page

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Sunday, July 29, 2007

Animal death

I love dogs, when I was a child and a kid there's always been a dog around in my parents' place. (However, it's true I migh not like them so much, not enough since I've never had one myself at home, and even worse, my flatmate now has a small white hairy evil one and I'm getting tired of its barking, I think it's a dirty animal for a flat, etc.)

I'll put it in a different way: before leaving my parents' I've had quite a few dogs, and grew fond of them, felt affection (I'd say love if it wasn't such a big and important word). What I like the most it's playing with them. They're kind of simple of course, but so enthusiastic, devoted to whichever the game. They enjoy it even if it's square, they run after the carrot if needed and they like it.

And of course they die eventually, and it's tough, a couple of them went to my feet for the last breath and it hurt. However, there's another thing I've always liked about dogs, it's that they're all pretty similar; they're somehow different, smarter or sillier, fast and clumsy, fat and sharp, but essentially they're all the same, all so keen for games, for example. I quite easily end up liking my new dog as much as the dead one, even if I like it in a different way.


Some pet/dog lovers get a bit angry when I try to explain it. They tell me that I'm not being honest, that I am lying when I say I love dogs, and there's nothing I can say to change their minds.


But there's this very good friend who likes dogs as well, mostly the playing with them, as me, and he told me something I found very beautiful. He said he did not know if I was right or wrong, if there is a rightness or a wrongness applicable to what I was saying. Anyhow, he carried on, maybe it was just right, maybe it was just the right way to feel about death, and not only for animals, also for human beings. Not just about death, but the way to feel about people.

Quickly he asked me to forget about it, it was all nonsense, he said, it was around two months ago. From time to time I do remember, I spend some time thinking about rightness and wrongness, and I don't seem to quite get anywhere.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Old idea for a survey

I've been back to work and back to hospital... they took my gall bladder out, seems it is quite a useless organ, nothing to worry about. I'm at home, still resting, trying to reduce the number of painkillers I take a day. And I bought a plane ticket to Turkey for september. I'll leave if I've made enough money during these months so that I can survive without working for let's say half a year. If not, I'll leave anyway; it would be a waste to stay, the ticket is not refundable.

These days I have had a lot of time to think, even if my mind has been disarranged, chaotic, sedated, and I've remembered an old idea for a survey. It's a question to be asked to males only: do you feel different after a long time without sex? you loose control, you go nuts? you stop behaving yourself?

Take the extreme example of sexual abuses during military operations. Sometimes is taken as a "collateral" effect of a war, which is horrible anyway; maybe it is a deliberate intention for a "racial cleansing"; in some cases, like e.g. UN peacekeeping missions in Africa, it's just painful, awful, disgusting. However, no matter how terrible the abuses had been, no matter how much everybody regrets it and wants those involved to be severely punished, there's always a sort of thought that it is in some way "logical" that the military become rapist, since in their missions they're far away from women for such a long time, and men have "their needs".

Ok, the example is really extreme, but the question is not "how many months without sex would make you feel such an urge that you may rape a woman?" The question is only whether there is anything in your mind which changes at all; the point would never be to justify or discharge the rapists.


Anthropologists say sex roles are purely cultural, the result of the conflict for controlling reproduction.

Sometimes males say (although they would admit it's a cliché) they would do anything to get laid, and they claim women are able to control them through their either resistance or concessions. What happens if you don't play the game? You'll get bored? sour? crazy? just lonely?