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November 05 2014

Chociaż raz
warto umrzeć z miłości.
Chociaż raz.
A to choćby po to,
żeby się później chwalić znajomym,
że to bywa.
Że to jest.
Leżeć w cmentarzu czyjejś szuflady
obok innych nieboszczków listów
i nieboszczek pamiątek
i cierpieć...
Cierpieć tak bosko
i z takim patosem,
jakby się było Toscą
lub Witosem.
...I nie mieć już żadnych spraw
i do nikogo złości.
I tylko błagać Boga, by choć raz,
choć jeszcze jeden raz
umrzeć z miłości.
— Agnieszka Osiecka, Umrzeć z miłości
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August 21 2014


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Merry Cemetery in Săpânța (Romania) - famous for its colourful tombstones with naïve paintings describing, in an original and poetic manner, the persons that are buried there as well as scenes from their lives.

The cemetery's origins are linked with the name of Stan Ioan Pătraş, a local artist who sculpted the first tombstone crosses. In 1935, Pătraș carved the first epitaph and, as of the 1960s, more than 800 of such oak wood crosses came into sight. The inscription on his tombstone cross says: 
Since I was a little boy  I was known as Stan Ion Pătraş  Listen to me, fellows  There are no lies in what I am going to say  All along my life  I meant no harm to anyone  But did good as much as I could  To anyone who asked  Oh, my poor World  Because It was hard living in it

Here I rest. Pop Ion Osu is my name. And you see how old I am, but I am going to cut the grass and there if I shall arrive, I shall eat the cheese sandwich. And after I shall eat, I shall take my sickle and cut the grass because that is the way a peasant works. I lived 68 years.

Here I rest. Stan Ion Petrenjel is my name. I lived nice years and I am the father of Ianos. So I worked on wooden churches and now I am resting in this saint wooden placed. I lived 87 years.

Here is rest. My name is Stan Ion of Mihaies where I have been a police man. And after that I went to Brasov where I was a good policeman. And now I solute you because you will never see me again. I left life with 58 years in 1952.

Here I rest. Manaila Ion Mahumesc is my name and I have been the boy of Nani. There are few people like me. I was a nice guy and handsome. But I have not been lucky because I died as a young guy and my body is now destroyed in the earth. Dear mother and wife, God should take care of you and my children, because I loved all of you very much. And I wait that we will meet again.

I am Dioca Tahului and I stay now in the shadow of a plum tree. So when you will stay near me you will find out about me that I was the pillar of my house. And I leave it with sorry and tears. From my childhood I liked to work and to take care of the house. I also liked to deal with horses and sheep. Nobody in the village had horses and sheep like I. I loved horses terribly and for them I even died. When sitting on a mound of grass on a wagon pulled by a horse, I fell and was killed.
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July 26 2014

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baby chimp

The recent release of “Dawn of the Planet of the Apes" reminded me of one of my favorite ape vs. man films – this 1932 video that shows a baby chimpanzee and a baby human undergoing the same basic psychological tests.

Its gets weirder – the human baby (Donald) and the chimpanzee baby (Gua) were both raised as humans by their biological/adopted father Winthrop Niles Kellogg.  Kellogg was a comparative psychologist fascinated by the interplay between nature and nurture, and he devised a fascinating (and questionably ethical) experiment to study it:

Suppose an anthropoid were taken into a typical human family at the day of birth and reared as a child. Suppose he were fed upon a bottle, clothed, washed, bathed, fondled, and given a characteristically human environment; that he were spoken to like the human infant from the moment of parturition; that he had an adopted human mother and an adopted human father.

First, Kellogg had to convince his pregnant wife he wasn’t crazy:

 …the enthusiasm of one of us met with so much resistance from the other that it appeared likely we could never come to an agreement upon whether or not we should even attempt such an undertaking.

She apparently gave in, because Donald and Gua were raised, for nine months, as brother and sister. Much like Caesar in the “Planet of the Apes” movies, Gua developed faster than her “brother,” and often outperformed him in tasks. But she soon hit a cognitive wall, and the experiment came to an end. (Probably for the best, as Donald had begun to speak chimpanzee.)

You can read more about Kellogg’s experiment, its legacy, and public reaction to it here.

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July 16 2014

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by Helen and Frank Schreider
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