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Most social science studies on automobility have focused on the production, usage, identity construction and aesthetic improvements of personal means of transportation. What happens if we shift the focus to the labour, knowledge and social relations that go into the unavoidable moments of maintenance and repair? Taking motorcycling in Romania as an ethnographic entry point, this book documents how bikers handle the inevitable moment of malfunction and breakdown. Using both mobile and sedentary research methods, the book describes the joys and troubles experienced by amateur mechanics, professional mechanics and untechnical male and females when fixing bikes.
This book is a collection of six papers on Communication interpreted in a neutrosophic key, written by the editors (Florentin Smarandache, Bianca Teodorescu and Mirela Teodorescu) and other academics (Daniela Gîfu, Alice Ionescu, Simina Badea, Mădălina Strechie, and Mihaela-Gabriela Păun), discussing about scientific uncertainty and argumentative employment of paradox, examining the neutrosophic role of the translator and the neutrality in legal translation, investigating some mentalities and communication strategies in ancient civilizations, scrutinizing the metamorphosis of feelings into between-reality-conscience and neutro-reality in Camil Petrescu’s novels, or surveying the implications of Neutrosophy in Aesthetics, Arts, or Hermeneutics.
In this seventh book of scilogs collected from my nest of ideas, one may find new and old questions and solutions, referring to different scientific topics– email messages to research colleagues, or replies, notes about authors, articles, or books, future projects, and so on.
In this booklet, the author drops down from the attic a couple of ghosts: a series of characters, mythical events, historical facts, citations, references in a stunning intertextual mixture. As a pretense, he takes Lancelot from England and Layla from Iran, and make them fall in love in an Aztec legend, depicted in verses. This compositum goes further, as the author follows the characters in time and space (or in multi-dimensions), hacks their emails, and eventually eavesdrop on their chats. Full of paradoxism, Layla & Lancelot’s love affair observed by the author using such unorthodox means is claimed to be “the neutrosophic state of love, that does not allow the consumption of love, still neither denies it, nor potentiates it, yet does not prevent it.”
In this fourt book of scilogs collected from my nest of ideas, one may find new and old questions and solutions, – in email messages to research colleagues, or replies, and personal notes handwritten on the planes to, and from international conferences, about all kind of topics, centered mostly on Neutrosophy.
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SCURT ARGUMENT Prin aceste scrisori am observat ca sunt un copil al anilor 60 din generatiei 80. Multi dintre cei pe care i-am cunoscut si cu care am fost in relatii de prietenie, cu toate ca aveau foarte multi in jurul lor si erau de foarte multi admirati, au ramas in adancul sufletelor lor singuratici. Grea e povara de a sta in lumina reflectoarelor pe o scena, de a fi o persoana publica de a stii cine ti-e prieten cu adevarat si cine vrea doar sa se scalde in luminata. Eu am fost martorul vietii lor, ei au fost martorii vietii mele, cel putin o parte din ea despre care nu se scrie in carti. Evident nu a tuturor, dar al multora dintre ei. Cateodata e bine si sa plangi; toate sentimentele ies la suprafata, le simti, le adulmeci si iti lasa in suflet intreaga aroma a nostalgiei, esenta vietii. Scriitorii, artistii sunt nebuni, dependenti de arta. Isi sacrifica banii, familia, sanatatea doar pentru o carte, doar pentru scena sau public, un articol, un eseu, o poezie, o piesa de teatru, un film. Isi dau si ultima camasa. De nu pot scrie, juca intra in sevraj se imbolnavesc si mor. Christian W. Schenk
Am răsfoit pe îndelete „Formule pentru spirit”, o carte de poezii a poetului Florentin Smarandache. Viaţa de fiecare zi, prinsă într-o altă dimensiune, îmi apare ca o existenţă filosofică, filtrată prin fugara privire a celui care trăieşte cu patetism fiecare clipă.