Archive for July, 2010

Emotiv presentation from Tan Le

I hope this does indeed change the interface of the human – electronics communication.
If it does – bye keyboard, mouse, multi-touch, whatever – control the stuff with your thoughts (well brainwaves actually).

F… I would like to live in US to order this gadget and try it out. Just to fell like a jedi you know 🙂

Handcent SMS

I’ve been using Handcent SMS and I think you might like it. Check it out from your Android phone:

Melancholic Waltz by Emils Darzins

It is sad to see that in a Google search for “Melancholy Waltz” only one result relates to Emils Darzins and his beautiful waltz – even less for the better matching translation “Melancholic Waltz”

Although Darzins was accused of plagiarism by Jean Sibelius – I would like to hear the work from Sibelius that supports the accusations. Sadly, the information on the internet is poor on this as well.

Preferred song for my funeral

Although not original, but certainly, when I happen to hand over my spoon (hopefully not too soon 🙂 ):

Simon and Garfunkel – The Sound Of Silence

P.S. And while I am at it – definitely cremated.

Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turn my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

"Fools," said I, "you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence