March 2011
15 posts
“Traffic deaths per year global: 1.27 million”
—http://notrickszone.com/2011/03/14/even-candles-kill-many-more-than-nuclear-power/
“non c’è bisogno di ricordare che è uno dei più famosi scienziati italiani nonchè direttore scientifico dell’Istituto europeo di Oncologia, in questo suo articolo spiega che a fronte dell’energia che proviene da combustibile fossile altamente inquinante e dannoso per la salute umana, il nucleare è una fonte di energia che non rappresenta rischi per la salute: “Ognuno di noi nel corso della vita assorbe una piccola quantità di radiazioni ionizzanti (cancerogene), che provengono per il 30% dal radon naturale presente nell’atmosfera, per il 20% dagli esami medici radiologici, per il 30 % dalla radiazione naturale emessa dal nostro pianeta Terra e per il 10% dalla radiazione cosmica (che può aumentare con l’altitudine sopra il livello del mare). Il nostro stesso corpo emette una sua radiazione naturale, pari al 9% del totale assorbito. Dopo le radiazioni emesse dall’industria (2%) e quelle emesse dai test sulle armi nucleari (0,4%) e dai viaggi in aereo (0,3%), la percentuale di radiazioni assorbite provenienti dalle centrali nucleari è vicina allo 0”.”
—Umberto Veronesi http://estropico.blogspot.com/2010/04/ecco-gli-ambientalisti-eretici-favore.html#ixzz1GvzedJKs
Tyler Knott: String Theory →
tylerknott.com
parlando del diavolo…
There are strings between you and I;
millions of them, invisible, and connecting all sorts of parts
to all sorts of parts. Tiny knots
connect me to you.
Strings between your eyes and mine,
between your eyes and my lips, my lips to your neck
your neck to the side of my chest where you lay your head down.
Why do we spend lifetimes trying to cut the cords
snip the strings and scream to everyone
or no one
or whosoever might be close enough to hear a muffled
yell that I’m a real boy and there ain’t no strings on me?
I feel the pull of the strings, I feel you move when you move
no matter how far away you’re moving and no matter how small
the movement may be. I can,
when lying down next to you,
feel new strings float out of your chest when you exhale.
I can feel those strings drift as if aimless
until finding my eyelids and latching onto them.
I can feel the heaviness in your breath
anchoring my lids shut and I can feel the strings
that pulse out from my heart beat crawling across
the bed and connecting to your eardrums.
We move in concert, marionettes controlling
marionettes. Two Pinocchios that never needed
a Gepetto; your strings move my strings and the
vibrations that echo across them
lend motion to our frozen limbs.
Haven’t you ever noticed the parallel?
Haven’t you been silenced and baffled
when your hand finds your hair
at the exact time mine ruffles my own?
Have you felt the pull of those strings,
in those moments before sleep,
that drag your hand up my chest and gently
spread your fingers above my heart?
These strings have always been here
and they always will. In the days before
my hands found your hands and your slow breath
pulled my eyes shut for sleep
our strings stretched. Stretched and grew
and over miles or minutes they allowed themselves
the indignity of elongation.
For us they spread far too thin for far too long
but never forgot their purpose and never lost their strength.
These strings are built to pull us back together
and the tension that they hold is stored,
silent and waiting. Patient where we aren’t
and confident when we cannot be because they know
what we forget sometimes…that we are connected and every moment
we’re being pulled back together.
It is now, right now, that the strings in my eyelids
that connect to the strings to yours are being pulled down.
It is now, right now, that there is no tension between our strings;
there is no separation and our strings are not stretched.
Your skin is on my skin and finally, in these heart beats before sleep
we don’t need these strings at all.
