evolution…?

I wonder. Suppose, homo erectus was a bit more sophisticated than the modern chimpanzee*.

Is there a possibility for apes to evolve to a human-like state? If yes, generally, are we preventing it from happening, for example by so vastly utilizing the world we live in or by putting them in zoos?

Or suppose that someday a bunch of old-fashioned explorers would come a cross a never-before visisted place in the rainforest, finding apes that make tools, make fire and use some sort of language. Would we have to release all Apes from our zoos? And then what?

Reading “The clan of the cave bear”

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*Shimpanese… *teehee*

12 hours

for the potter…

’nuff said, I’ll spoil you later

it must be beautiful out there

“This is love, she thought, isn’t it?
When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?

The frame of the window was the walls of the prison that set her free. She loved what it felt like to wait for [him], to be entirely dependent on him for her happiness, to be, as ridiculous as she had always thought it sounded, someone’s wife. She loved her new vocabulary of simply loving something more than she loved her love for that thing, and the vulnerability that went along with living in the primary word. Finally, she thought, finally.”

quoted from Jonathan Safran Foer – Everything is illuminated

My Life in Others’ Words

You cannot protect yorself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me.
A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much.
A calendar showing the wrong months. I could have cried over it.
I did.
Where the smoke of the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?

~ Jonathan Safran Foer (extremly loud and incredibly close)

read in may

Hector’s Trip

french psychiatrist (aka Francois Lelord) sets out on a round-the-world-trip to find out what joy truly is…
If you like ‘veronica decides to die’ this is a book for you. I personally found it very very simple and predictable, but it is nicely written. Finished it in a day.

A Child called It

Also a very easy and quick read as it is widely set and rather thin. Dave Pelzer allegedly tells his life under his sadistic mother until he was taken away by social services. It is at times very cruel to read and hard to believe. The book aims to tell the story from a child’s point of view which in parts succeed while at times you find yourself wondering how much is put this way with an adult’s consideration. Yet if you’ve lived through this you’re allowed to not make every detail of your book work.

A pale View of the Hills

I believe this is Ishiguro’s first book from the late 80s. He continues his elegic style with characters that make you want to take their heads and bump ‘em against a wall till they see what he makes you see. This tendency is somehow under-developed in this book though. I can’t really describe the book. I could tell you what it’s about, but that doesn’t do the story justice.

Ishiguro’s books are really not about what happens in them but about what he leaves out and what does not happen at all. However, this might be the most open and hopeful book I’ve read by him so far. Two Thumbs up always.

i feel i’ve forgotten a book…
of course, I started reading Garcias “Vivir para contarla”, the German version. It’s long and I might take a while, but I think it’s worth finishing and if for the title…