Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
Saturday, March 2, 2013
Thursday, February 7, 2013
Mondragon Corporation
The MONDRAGON Corporation is a corporation and federation of worker cooperatives based in the Basque region of Spain. Founded in the town of Mondragón in 1956, its origin is linked to the activity of a modest technical college and a small workshop producing paraffin heaters. Currently it is the seventh largest Spanish company in terms of asset turnover and the leading business group in the Basque Country. At the end of 2010 it was providing employment for 83,859 people working in 256 companies in four areas of activity: Finance, Industry, Retail and Knowledge. The MONDRAGON Co-operatives operate in accordance with a business model based on People and the Sovereignty of Labour, which has made it possible to develop highly participative companies rooted in solidarity, with a strong social dimension but without neglecting business excellence. The Co-operatives are owned by their worker-members and power is based on the principle of one person, one vote.
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Sunday, December 23, 2012
Walt Disney
- All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
- If you can dream it, you can do it.
- We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we're curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.
- The more you like yourself, the less you are like anyone else, which makes you unique.
- The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.
- I always like to look on the optimistic side of life, but I am realistic enough to know that life is a complex matter.
- When you're curious, you find lots of interesting things to do.
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Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Shuichi Kato
The most important and vital role of intellectuals in the future will be that of changing the fundamental values of humanity. Here I would like to distinguish between two categories: on the one side highly qualified experts, scientists and technicians: on the other, the intellectuals, the difference being that intellectuals have the values at heart.
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Friday, October 5, 2012
尾関章
サイエンスカフェという言葉が、だいぶ知られるようになってきた。僕が思い描くイメージは、いろんな人が喫茶店のようなところに集まり、さりげなく科学の話を交わす、といった感じなのだが、そんな雰囲気をつくり出すのはなかなか難しい。どうしても科学教室風の啓蒙感が漂いがちだ。
科学メディアに身を置く者として、僕自身も脱啓蒙のカフェをぜひやりたいのだが、果たしてほんとうに楽しそうにお客さんが訪ねてきてくれるものか自信がもてない。 。。。
実験や観測に巨費がかかる一方、研究費のパイをどう分け合うかが焦眉の論点となる今、科学者ではない納税者がどんな知的冒険を望んでいるかも公の場で論じ合われるべきだろう。こんなテーマのサイエンスカフェは、どうしたらできるのだろうか。
科学メディアに身を置く者として、僕自身も脱啓蒙のカフェをぜひやりたいのだが、果たしてほんとうに楽しそうにお客さんが訪ねてきてくれるものか自信がもてない。 。。。
実験や観測に巨費がかかる一方、研究費のパイをどう分け合うかが焦眉の論点となる今、科学者ではない納税者がどんな知的冒険を望んでいるかも公の場で論じ合われるべきだろう。こんなテーマのサイエンスカフェは、どうしたらできるのだろうか。
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Monday, October 1, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Alain Jocard
Inauguration d’une vaste centrale solaire en Eure-et-Loir
L’ancienne base militaire de Crucey-Villages accueille désormais 250 hectares de panneaux photovoltaïques.
L’ancienne base militaire de Crucey-Villages accueille désormais 250 hectares de panneaux photovoltaïques.
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Wednesday, September 26, 2012
John Lennon
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace
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Tuesday, September 18, 2012
ラフカディオ・ハーン
西欧文明から逃れて日本の生活の中に入るのは、十気圧の空気から逃れて完全に正常な環境に入るようなものです。さらに告白しなければならないことは、西洋の本質的な特徴である個人主義 (The Individuality) がまさに欠けているということが、私にとっては日本の社会生活の魅力のひとつであるということです。というのは、この日本では、誰ひとりとして他人を犠牲にして自らの個性を実現しようとする者はいないからです。
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Lafcadio Hearn
… the sense of existence here is like that of escaping from an almost unbearable atmospheric pressure into a rarefied, highly oxygenated medium. That feeling continues: in Japan the law of life is not as with us, — that each one strives to expand his own individuality at the expense of his neighbour’s. But on the other hand, how much one loses! Never a fine inspiration, a deep emotion, a profound joy or a profoimd pain — never a thrill, or, as the French say so much better than we, a frisson. So literary work is dry, bony, hard, dead work. …
… But how sweet the Japanese woman is! — all the possibilities of the race for goodness seem to be concentrated in her. It shakes one’s faith in some Occidental doctrines. If this be the result of suppression and oppression, — then these are not altogether bad. On the other hand, how diamond-hard the character of the American woman becomes under the idolatry of which she is the Subject. …
… I doubt, or rather I wish to doubt, that the development of individuality is a lofty or desirable tendency. Much of what is called personality and individuality is intensely repellent, and makes the principal misery of Occidental life. It means much that is connected with pure aggressive selfishness: and its extraordinary development in a country like America or England seems a confirmation of Viscount Torio’s theory that Western civilization has the defect of cultivating the individual at the expense only of the mass, and giving unbounded opportunities to human selfishness, unrestrained by religious sentiment, law, or emotional feeling.
… But how sweet the Japanese woman is! — all the possibilities of the race for goodness seem to be concentrated in her. It shakes one’s faith in some Occidental doctrines. If this be the result of suppression and oppression, — then these are not altogether bad. On the other hand, how diamond-hard the character of the American woman becomes under the idolatry of which she is the Subject. …
… I doubt, or rather I wish to doubt, that the development of individuality is a lofty or desirable tendency. Much of what is called personality and individuality is intensely repellent, and makes the principal misery of Occidental life. It means much that is connected with pure aggressive selfishness: and its extraordinary development in a country like America or England seems a confirmation of Viscount Torio’s theory that Western civilization has the defect of cultivating the individual at the expense only of the mass, and giving unbounded opportunities to human selfishness, unrestrained by religious sentiment, law, or emotional feeling.
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Monday, September 3, 2012
David Icke
I have known throughout the years that I have been warning about the global fascist agenda that what we are about to see was inevitable.
It was obvious that, despite the awakening of so many in the last decade, most people would need to see, touch, smell, hear and taste the fascism before they even began to accept that it was real.
This mass-reluctance to see the signs and act upon them was always going to condemn the population to some levels of the Orwellian control-system before it is eventually dismantled. I stress that it will be dismantled, but not before it has gone a lot further yet.
The question was never whether we would avoid the police/military state. I never had any illusions about that. The question was, and is, how deeply we will allow ourselves to be controlled by this evil and that can be answered by two other questions:
When are enough people going to give their total focus to bringing it to an end and when are the gofer administrators, dark suits and uniforms going to break ranks for the sake of their own families as well as the rest of us?
It was obvious that, despite the awakening of so many in the last decade, most people would need to see, touch, smell, hear and taste the fascism before they even began to accept that it was real.
This mass-reluctance to see the signs and act upon them was always going to condemn the population to some levels of the Orwellian control-system before it is eventually dismantled. I stress that it will be dismantled, but not before it has gone a lot further yet.
The question was never whether we would avoid the police/military state. I never had any illusions about that. The question was, and is, how deeply we will allow ourselves to be controlled by this evil and that can be answered by two other questions:
When are enough people going to give their total focus to bringing it to an end and when are the gofer administrators, dark suits and uniforms going to break ranks for the sake of their own families as well as the rest of us?
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Saturday, January 14, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
Shimizu Corporation

In response to the ever-growing demand for energy, Shimizu has developed plans for the Luna Ring, a project that seeks to transform the Moon into a massive solar power plant.
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Saturday, November 12, 2011
Salvador Plasencia
Antonio split the spines of books, spilling leaves of Austen and Cervantes, sheets from Leviticus and Judges, all mixing with the pages of The Book of Incandescent Light. Then Antonio unrolled the wrapping paper and construction paper and began to cut at the cardboard and then fold.
She was the first to be created: cardboard legs, cellophane appendix, and paper breasts. Created not from the rib of a man but from paper scraps. There was no all-powerful god who could part the rivers of Pison and Gihon, but instead a twice-retired old man with cuts across his fingers.
Antonio was passed out on the floor, flakes of paper stuck to the sweat of his face and arms, unable to hear the sound of expanding paper as she rose. His hands were bloody, pooling the ink of his body on the floor, staining his pants. She stepped over her creator, spreading his blood across the polished floor, and then walked out of the factory and into the storm. The print of her arms smeared; her soaked feet tattered as they scrapped against wet pavement and turned her toes to pulp.
She was the first to be created: cardboard legs, cellophane appendix, and paper breasts. Created not from the rib of a man but from paper scraps. There was no all-powerful god who could part the rivers of Pison and Gihon, but instead a twice-retired old man with cuts across his fingers.
Antonio was passed out on the floor, flakes of paper stuck to the sweat of his face and arms, unable to hear the sound of expanding paper as she rose. His hands were bloody, pooling the ink of his body on the floor, staining his pants. She stepped over her creator, spreading his blood across the polished floor, and then walked out of the factory and into the storm. The print of her arms smeared; her soaked feet tattered as they scrapped against wet pavement and turned her toes to pulp.
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