Useless Philosophy

Once I said that my first blog was on the IG site, and I never got around to posting anything there. Just created the blog and had nothing to say at that moment. I do not even remember the name of that blog, as soon dead at birth.

Now, taking a look at some folders on my HD, I remembered him, and his name. Was Useless Philosophy.

Why this name?

Because at the time I was reading a lot about philosophy and thought it would be cool to create a blog to discuss certain issues, but went forward.

Thus, it is hereby announced that it existed.

See, it's a good title consistent with the theme. I think the philosophy in general is always useless, although pleasant to discuss.

So whenever I talk about something related to philosophy, the digital spirit of Useless Philosophy will be present.

Clorofiles

I also started a blog about Ecology, which I called Clorofiles. Despite the cool name, he did not prosper, as was expected. So, I decided to delete it now.

For the two older posts of Clorofiles not fall into the digital void, post them here, now, so that last ad infinitum.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Clorofiles

This is a good place to talk about Ecology.

Posted by Rosenvaldo Simoes de Souza at 17:46
This was the first post, then the second and last:

Sunday, October 18, 2009

A collection of vague problems

You turn on the television on the night of any day of the week and there they are, local and world news. It's inevitable. There are problems.

Torrential rains never seen before flood towns everywhere.

You've never seen anything like it, and you can only conclude the obvious. Something very bad is happening, because it never rained so much.

You also see a story about a terrible car accident at some busy road somewhere in the country.

This happens every day and seems to have no end. Also, you conclude, there are so many cars!

One limit is necessary, it seems clear. People can not have a car for each one . There is no space, there is no sufficient streets, and there is no sufficient education for all .

All these cars can only end in accidents.

And how much oil is burned!

It is necessary to do something.

But who?

The government?

But he hardly realizes the basics!

His conscience weighs: you need to do something.

 

But what?

Walking only by feets?

Use less electricity?

Vote best?

Educate yourself?

Teaching someone less savvy?

Act alone?

Acting in a group?

Being part of an ecological community?
 

Yes, this might be the solution.

After all, you do not know much about ecology, correct?

You only realize the consequences of environmental problems that appear daily in the news, right?

Which way to help?

Yes, the communities!

You go online and look for something about animals. You find out Greenpeace and the World Wild Life.

You're convinced that gifts made ​​with animals or animal parts such as skins, bones, hair, etc.., are not cool. You think the great Harrison Ford can not be wrong.

You resolve to do your job.

After all, you know nothing about Ecology, is not it?

That his search for a environmental education community is perhaps his first mistake and his first hit.

After all, what is a environmental education community ?

Better: what exactly is Ecology?

Let the facts.

Posted by Rosenvaldo Simoes de Souza at 17:46

Seriously: is fascinating, is not it?

So I will keep talking about ecology here on this blog, keeping in mind the ideas that could have been conveyed in Clorofiles, but were not because you can not want to keep many sparse blogs. They do not working and do not thriving.

Goodbye, Clorofiles, but that come ecological ideas.

More doubts

As I said in previous post, I ended up with a blog called Alternative theories, because I think you can not keep a lot of blogs scattered around the net without continuity.

It turns out that when I delete it, had still not posted a message, in draft form, yet unfinished. Not to get rid of it, I finish and publish it now, because it deserves to be immortalized.

Here:

Saturday, October 10, 2009

The first doubt

Unlike Descartes, who preached the methodical doubt, I used a common question, because I did not know Descartes yet.

My question was originated by practical activity.

As a Catholic, always knew that prayer was a desirable thing. Communion with God should always be strengthened, because we men are weak creatures and need help from a higher being. As a Catholic, I learned to pray standardized prayers, and was oriented to usually do them at night, every day, before bed, in the silence of my room.

When I left home, by the time I was eighteen, I began to suffer the consequences of daily fatigue that   tasks of adulthood provide all day, and asked myself the question: was it really necessary to pray every night without fail?

Why pray had become a kind of  uncomfortable obligation?

Thus, ended my  failed blog.

You see, the blog has failed, but not the ideas that should be conveyed in it.

Therefore, I must inform you that these ideas will be aired here in this blog, for good or evil of all, including my own.

Now, it remains to find a way into another failed blog, Clorofiles.

On second thought, when I decide post something about Cience or Ecology, I will remember these two old blogs. They will live here forever ...

Alternative theories

I like science. I like the surprises embedded in reasoning that are beyond the normal. So I decided to start a blog about science, but he did not prosper, as almost all blogs worldwide.

He was called Alternative Theories and died with 69 visits, probably all mine.

He began:

September 9, 2009

Have you ever wondered if ...

Imagine that everything that was said about something may be wrong.

Written by Engels at 15:15

Engels was my nickname used in net forums out there.

October 9, 2009

How are things

Things really are as they are?

There exists a God or not?

The reality is as it seems to be?

Science has answers to the questions above?

What is man?

What is the universe?

We are able to understand it?

These are metaphysical questions?

Perhaps, but what exactly is Metaphysics?

Is the universe confusing or simply we refuse to accept his almost childlike simplicity?

Answering these questions and others require much thought, but can we venture to try to answer them?

And why not do it, and why not right here?

After all, we are in the midst of a technological revolution, and perhaps the debate on a global scale will help to clarify the confusion about what we know or we think to know.

As a first proposal, may wish to resume less complex questions. The question naturally tend to be increasingly larger over time.

But what were our initial and simple doubts?

Each one has his own doubts, and there is not always a commonality about what the most mundane questions over people's lives.

From my part, the first question was a religious question.

My first big question was a simple question: even if the Bible is a holy book?

This doubt, commonplace, ordinary, typical of a teenager in his meager eighteen years old excels in simplicity and could not be otherwise with a view look to my background. I, like so many millions of other human beings, a Brazilian citizen born in the second half of the twentieth century in Brazil, so far, a typical Catholic country.

I was raised in the Catholic Church.

So why the doubt?

This is a simple matter, as we shall see.

Written by Engels to 00h59

After that, I did not write anything else.

Today I decided to exclude it from the blogosphere, because I can not keep it active. But the idea remains valid.

So whenever I can post something about science here, on this blog, which is more consistent and durable.

Goodbye, Alternative Theories.

The difficult task of eternizing the past

I know it's a very difficult task, but I at least started: tell the story of my past.

Why?

But why not?

I start a text telling about my birthplace. This location is named Tujuguaba and is a village within the State of Sao Paulo, near Campinas, in Brazil. The text is still small and full of errors, but once I give it a polished, I will make available to the world, be it with ten or a hundred pages. It does not matter.

But the thing is harder than it looks.

The reason for this difficulty is that I know almost nothing about what happened before I existed. Just I do not know enough to answer my own curiosity, and I see no means of supplying this lack of knowledge.

 

My past before me, I mean, past the place where I was born and where lived my distant relatives, I is not accessible. I left Tujuguaba when I was 14 years old and simply do not have any contact with anyone there. Even with my family. And every day that passes, has more probability that little that remains of that past is lost by the death of people who still have important memories to be recorded.

What can I do? Nothing.

It comes down to deductions based on what I know after I was born and the famous Internet searches. But the Internet is far from offering the ease of research I need for work of this type. The Internet records very well this time, but the past is out of their records.

So I gather crumbs from those which came before me.

Ah, but how would it be simpler if I could just talk to people ...

But that no longer exists.

 

It is true: the conversation is gone. I am a witness of this fact and say with all category this reality. No one else is available for a simple conversation that lasts more than ten or fifteen minutes, more enjoyable or important that it is.

The rush in the world swallowed us.

People have commitments, need to do thousands of things at same time and the dialogue is not part of any list of priorities. Phone calls are expensive, and chats online are not even a shadow of what would be true talk in a  room or kitchen, watered with cakes and cups of coffee on a quiet afternoon in a common weekend.

I will never forget the day I visited an elderly  and widow aunt, and she just disappeared from her home to the street, because he had a "third age" meeting. He ran hastily in search of a dance or something and left us, me and her daughter, brooding recent memories, while she might be telling us beautiful and lost in time stories, inaccessible to Google and MSN and Orkuts and Facebooks of modern life . My aunt just did not have time to talk about the past.

 

So, my record work goes by leaps, and as flawed as an old comb.

I think the best thing to do is ensure that what I experienced personally. It is true that there is nothing as old or spectacular, but I have unlimited access and is an available and reliable source.

I still do not have to run to the dances of the "best age"...

Exploring the world with fingers

It is true that a blog is not all. It is not a suitable environment for certain types of literary work of greater importance as an article or a book. So, I can not say that I am or will be faithful only to this blog. I must admit that I have written things and posted it on other sites more suitable for their intended purposes.

I have posted things on http://www.scribd.com/. The result has been modest, but honest. It also has something simple in http://www.bookess.com/. And then there's something in the embryonic state, not yet posted on any site. Only small text in Word. But it's a start.

I have another two or three other blogs on specific topics scattered around, but stillborn. Unless ...

Unless I reinfund it life. Blogs, after all, are not biological entities. They just stop, hibernate, but do not die or rot or smell, although may contain a lot of rot and rubbish. Well, I do not know yet, but I think I can fix at least two of them.

Moreover, I think I have been somewhat daring with regard to my participation on the web. I've been better at it awhile ago, participating in interesting discussion forums and communities, especially in Orkut. I think the debate is always more exciting than a simple blog, because the feedback from board postings is faster and more personal. Blogs are not interactive, except for shares of commentators, which I think is very limited. A comment is far from the excitement of a real debate in a forum.

Anyway, even in foruns and communitys my participation is reduced to almost nothing.

It remains I take courage and return activities.

After all, this is the demand of our time.

Must be live the time, must makes the time and that makes it one time only. After all, we will leave and never return. We need to be remembered forever by the time we live. These are just a few decades, and time is running against us. Therefore, all ambition is not enough. We need to be vandals, barbarians, goths, mongols, and conquer all possible spaces, even if virtual. After all, this is the space that must be conquered.

Explore the virtual world is the challenge of an era, and posterity will never forget those who paved the first.

Keyboard in hand, we must hit!

Hitting is needed, not live!

six years

It may seem a lie, but true: this blog is on his 6 years old  birthday.

This is not a healthy blog, I must admit, but still in the air, though.

Meanwhile, not too useful stuff has been posted, and this is due more to my neglect than properly due to lack of the talking.

But times are changing.

The world is changing. Not so fast, but not so slowly. He is in his proper rhythm. More than for slow to fast.

And finally, I'm changing. But that's another story.

In these six years much events has happened.

I'm still having lots of ideas, and old ones need to be polished yet.

I do not writing in rhythm I like, but for a good reason: I was doing other more important things.

My agendas(yes, there are many ...) continue to be filled with important scribbles.

I keep reading so much and life has progressed.

So this blog enters its sixth year with the expectation of receiving a healthier stream of posts than in previous years.

Happy birthday and long life to me and him.

And no more misery.

Apparently dead, but hibernating...

This blog is still alive.

He is still alive because I'm still alive, very alive and active, and keep it current, active, is only a matter of time and priority. Just this loved blog is no longer a priority for some time, but it is still important.

I still need to register my ideas, my things, my words.

But not today.

Now it's late, I have to rest and sleep.

But tomorrow this blog will have the time and attention it deserves.

I promise.

Good night (and good luck ...)