Author: tiphane

Light a Candle

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At the end of this year, I feel as if we were in the middle of Richard III, when he has taken power and is about to be crowned, but especially when a lot of heads start to fall, wars will be waged, and hope will be back if there is an alliance of sorts between the diverse families that form our world. Who knows. We see it metaphorically in plays, movies, and novels. Can we do it in reality? All we can do now is to recognize our brethren and those who could be, start appreciating our differences and make alliances, refuse to point fingers at the less fortunate, refuse to participate in the economic pyramid and share our art, our capabilities, our love, with those around us. Don’t forget to say “thank you” and “I’m sorry.” Only once this is reached will we have enough strength to combat the extraordinary monster before us. Light a candle and let its flame shine on you.  

Fuchsia really spells that way

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fleur tombée devant moi et rescapée dans un coquetier, ce fuchsia s’appelle et s’épelle ainsi à cause d’un certain L. Fuchs, botaniste au XVIe siècle.  L’arbuste est un oenothéracée. this flower fell as I walked by, so I rescued it into an egg-cup.  Fuchsia is spelled that way because of an L. Fuchs, botanist in the 16th Century!  

Escape from the Black-and-White World

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The people of the Black-and-White world were secure in their dichotomy. They wore gray suits and dresses and gray mustaches. They read paternalistic newspapers printed with black ink, telling them what to dream and to especially beware of colors. Answering the mundane question “do you dream in color, or in black-and-white?” was loaded with meaning, and vague answers could lead one to years of Precambrian therapy chock full of colorful explosions as long as they were kept within the confines of the asylum. From its windows the raindrops in a rain curtain decomposed the sunlight and imprinted a rainbow on hope-filled eyes. Raindrops did that, yes, collectively and unintentionally, they broke white light into an infinity of colors that could be harvested and catalogued to be chosen as the bearers of personal meaning. There was no end to the rainbow being borrowed and altered in states of diversity. The colors seeped into the Black-and-White world, and despite robotic calls to remain in the safety of gray comfort, the people escaped to where their own personal …

My Rainbow

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There was no end to the rainbow being borrowed and altered in states of diversity. The rainbow offered a whole gamut of visible and perhaps even invisible color without judgment or interpretation and criticism. Sun rays coming on earth at high velocity bounced inside raindrops and ended their mad race on thin retinas, brain matter exciting brain waves floating around and avoiding concussion. I shut my eyes to keep the rainbow inside and make it mine, my own continuum of colorful ideas, hopes and aspirations. My rainbow, following the rise of my eyelids, gave color to a gray world nostalgic of its black-and-white era of gray dresses and gray suits and mustaches. There was no end to the rainbow, beginning here.  

The Data Doesn’t Lie

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“Imagine all we could do with the data we collected!” Debbie remembered hearing at one of their early project meetings. She had kept her cool, as she always did, yes, trying to imagine all the information one could obtain by comparing itself to that of a million others. They would probably be able to forecast health events, like a heart attack or a stroke, before they happen, and it would save lives and a lot of money in emergency services and hospital costs. They would probably be able to predict the outcome of marriages, saving people from the grief of breaking up, and even act as some kind of matchmaker assistant. But neither she nor her fellow team members could have thought it would end up telling people who they were. They had controlled the questions, at first, to give (or rather sell) vital information to users, all derived from statistics also gathered from everyone. They saw it happening gradually, as users signed up on the system and volunteered their data gathered every day from …