O britânico John Delaney, da cidade de Oldham, na Inglaterra, sumiu em 2000. Em 2003, um corpo com algumas características semelhantes às de Delaney – como as roupas e alguns sinais de nascença – foi achado.

Apesar de o corpo estar em decomposição, o que prejudicou a identificação completa, as autoridades confirmaram que o cadáver era de Delaney.

Neste ano descobriu-se que, na verdade, Delaney foi colocado em um lar para idosos depois de ser recolhido da rua em 2000.

Como sofre de amnésia, ele não conseguiu dar detalhes sobre sua família ou sobre sua própria identidade quando foi recolhido. Ele foi rebatizado de "David Harrison" e viveu no lar de idosos por oito anos.

Erro da polícia

Em 2000, a família de Delaney registrou-o como desaparecido. Mas nunca obteve retorno sobre o seu paradeiro, até a descoberta do corpo, em janeiro de 2003. Até mesmo um funeral e uma cremação foram realizados na ocasião.

Cinco anos depois, o filho de Delaney, John Renehan, da cidade de Didsbury, viu uma reportagem na televisão pedindo ajuda para identificar um idoso.

Renehan reconheceu seu pai na reportagem. Ele contatou as autoridades e um teste de DNA confirmou a identidade de Delaney.

Cinco anos depois, a polícia da região de Manchester reconheceu o erro no processo de identificação.

"A polícia de Manchester aceita que erros foram feitos e que a família de Delaney passou por uma experiência traumática", disse um porta-voz da polícia.

"Na época, só havia registros de papel de pessoas desaparecidas. Hoje a polícia de Manchester tem sistemas avançados para assegurar que erros desta natureza não aconteçam."

O funcionário que identificou o cadáver achado em 2003 como sendo de Delaney já se aposentou.

Uma investigação tenta descobrir agora a identidade do corpo que foi cremado.

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Esse John deve terlevado um susto quando viu o pai na TV, deve ter sido umamistura de emoção e surpresa.

Espero que de agora em diante dê tudo certo para a família deles.

-Josh

The Patient in his bed. One’s bed is empty.
The Doctor enters. She is holding the Patient’s medical record.

DOCTOR: Mozart. The concerto for clarinet. Do you know it?

PATIENT: No.

DOCTOR: K 622. But it is sufficient merely to say, "Mozart’s clarinet concerto". Seeing as he only wrote the one. He wrote it the year that he died, at just 36 years old.
But you’ve no need for worry: compared to Mozart you’re fit as a fiddle.

PATIENT: Why am I here?

DOCTOR: Why are you here? Don’t you remember?

PATIENT: No.

DOCTOR: And your name, do you remember that?
Can you tell me your name?

Pause..

PATIENT: Federico.
Marco.

DOCTOR: Federico or Marco?

PATIENT: Marco.

DOCTOR: Are you sure? Are you sure it is Marco?
If I walked into this room and asked for Marco, what would you say?

PATIENT: That’s me.
I’m Marco.
What do you want?
(Pause)
Where is the other patient?

DOCTOR: What other patient?

PATIENT: The one that was in that bed. The one who never stops talking.

DOCTOR: You remember another patient in that bed?
Did he tell you his name? Do you remember?

PATIENT: No.

DOCTOR: You don't remember or he didn't say?

PATIENT: He didn’t say.

DOCTOR: Are you sure?

PATIENT: I remember he didn’t say his name.

DOCTOR: And if I say K 622 to you, what do you remember?

PATIENT: Mozart.

DOCTOR: Mozart what?

PATIENT: Mozart the clarinet concerto.

DOCTOR: And how many did he write?

PATIENT: Just the one, if I am not mistaken ...(end of extract)

An American comedian once told a friend that he had made a new invention.

He tells the friend, that you get this leaf and you dry it, crush it down, roll it in paper, secure the ends, and light one end on fire. Once the end is burning you put the other end in your mouth and suck on it.

The friend says that sounds great, and he asks, "Does it get you high". The comedian replies, "no". "Does it make you healthy" the friend asks, the comedian replies negatively. After a few more questions with similar answers, the friend says to the comedian, "this invention sounds great" and walks off stunned.

The joke of course lies in the purpose of the cigarette, and for those in the dark, the humble cigarette provides no purpose or benefit to those of us here on earth. On Mars it may present us with something new, but for the meanwhile we will assume it has no benefits or purpose.

I haven't had cigarette smoke enter my lungs for about 4 years now (not including my passive smoking habit I can't seem to kick) and I've never felt better, so I write this as a man who knows the allure the paper and tobacco combination contains, but I also know the change you go through after you quit. That's a change you can't buy from a doctor or specialist, nor can you find it in any chemist or supermarket.

So I found it intriguing and comical that in tonight's sub-zero (Ed: 10 degrees celsius) temperatures my Uncle and his partner were sitting in the lounge room, with the front and back sliding doors open, smoking away.

They keep the doors open as a measure of kindness to the 50% of the household that don't smoke, which I and Rachel appreciate and am thankful for. But I still find it hilarious that they would force the household into the cold, for one simple reason ... the humble cigarette.

I can just see the headlines in the Bulletin:
Smoking family dies of amnesia.

The next day in the Gold Coast Bulletin:
Stop cigarettes now! Haven't enough people died because of amnesia?

The insanity ensues.

He's not able to remember things from one minute to the next. Without the subtle pieces of his long-term memory and language facilities he would hardly function as a human. But, through him neurologists are discovering a new type of memory vault that doesn't link to the literal (i.e names, places, dates) but relates directly to his sense of feeling. If you put him in front of his old choir he can conduct it and then instantly denies doing so afterward; he feels love for his wife without "knowing" who she is.

The denial of something he has just done is an extremely interesting effect of his condition. In one way it seems to allow him to have feelings that we don't have a description for, at least as far as I know. What would it feel like to do something you find wonderful and not know you had done it? Further what would it feel like when someone shows you a video of something you had just done and don't recall doing? the closest thing I can think of that someone may experience without having to take on such extraordinary conditions is to sleepwalk in the presence of others -although you don't really accomplish anything extraordinary while your sleeping.

His ability to conduct also brings into question how the conducting affects his memory? If you were conducting a piece of music that was fifteen minutes long, but during that piece you forgot you were conducting that piece three or more times how would you be able to continue conducting it?

The same (the Patient and One in their beds).

ONE: My wife. I mean the woman that I married.
Every time.
Every time that I opened my mouth.
Every time.
She would start shouting, “Ah the spores! The spores!”
Then she would run and hide under the bed.
Whereupon I would close my mouth.
And out she would come from under the bed.
Our conversation - it didn’t add up to much.
Due to her attitude our communication degenerated.
“The spores!” she would say. “The spores!”
Certainly there was some imagination there.
Mad she was, so she was, my wife.
I say "was" because that was before.
As in all things there is a before and there is an after.

PATIENT: But … this is a hospital. We are in a hospital.

Pause.

ONE: Before, that is to say, she was mad.
But now is “after”.
Do you want to hear a funny story?

PATIENT: A funny story?

ONE: My wife. I mean the woman I married.
Every time I opened my mouth she would start shouting, "The spores! The spores!"
(Pause)
As I said, a funny story.
(Pause)
If you do not laugh it is because of your bandages.

Tomorrow, Sunday, August 31st, help Joe replace his mamma jamma bass, while helping yourself to some serious merriment, at a fundraiser throw down at Amnesia (Valencia Street between 19th and 20th Streets). There's a $10 donation requested at the door, though no one will be turned away for lack of a contribution.

The line-up will be as follows:
7pm: Craig Ventresco + Meredith Axelrod (old time acousti-duo)
8pm: The Potholder
8:45pm: Ed Masuga
9:30pm: The Ferocious Few
10:30pm: Os Beaches

And big dance party finale...
11:30pm: The Jelly Roll Souls

The Ladies of Gravel & Gold are gallavanting across the pond—with updates forthcoming—but we totally raise our pints to a new bass for Joe!

The other bed is now also occupied. It is occupied by One.
The Patient wakes.

ONE: And on the third day he rose. Hear ye, hear ye.

PATIENT: Where am I?

ONE: There where the shades repose.
Lunch is at six.

Pause.

PATIENT: What time is it now?

ONE: Six.

Pause.

PATIENT: And who are you?

ONE: I am One.

Fade to black.

Two beds in a hospital.
In one the Patient is asleep.
The other is empty.
Beside the empty one is a mirror.
The Patient wakes and looks around; he tries to get out of bed but it is too much effort.
He remains sitting on its side.
He looks at one arm, then the other; he lifts his shirt and finds he is covered in bandages.
He touches them and grimaces in pain.
He sees the mirror and tries to glimpse himself in it, but it is too far away.
He finally manages to glimpse just one of his arms, by raising it high enough.
Fade to black.

Nada.

Ni un nombre, ni mi nombre, nada, ni un número al azar, ni la cara de la chica que duerme a mi lado, ni la habitación en la que estoy, no se que ciudad es esta, siquiera si es una ciudad aunque deduzco que así es por los ruidos de motores que entran por la ventana.

Hago fuerzas, cierro los ojos todo lo fuerte que puedo, ¿quienes eran mis padres?, blanco, ¿tengo padres?, blanco, ¿quiero a esta persona que está a mi lado?, blanco, soy un disco duro formateado, espera..., se lo que es un disco duro, así que no me he convertido de pronto en un bebé que tendrá que volver a aprender a hablar, andar y controlar los esfínteres...ya es algo.

Tengo que reconstruirme, quizá anoche bebí demasiado y estoy bajo los efectos de una desorbitada resaca pasajera o un estado de shock o tal vez siga durmiendo. Poco probable, la chica menuda que tengo al lado acaba de ponerme un brazo encima y lo he sentido, noto su olor y también me resulta nuevo.

Me levanto sin hacer ruido y deambulo por la casa, tiene un pasillo y varias habitaciones, no reconozco nada, ni los cuadros, ni la ropa encima de las sillas, vaya, tengo una playstation, se lo que es, pero no sabía que la tenía...¿será mi casa o será la de ella?...

En una de las habitaciones hay un ordenador, lo enciendo y me pide una contraseña, lo dejo ahí, si, exacto, todavía no se como me llamo, no puedo pasar de golpe a este nivel.

Rebusco en la cocina para hacerme un café, cuando pongo la taza en mis labios casi me vomito. No me gusta el café.

Entre un repentino espasmo de lagrimeo me derrumbo en un sillón rojo del salón de dudoso gusto, pongo las manos instintivamente en mi cabeza y descubro que tengo el pelo rapado y una rasta detrás, espera...¿no recuerdo como es...?...¡no recuerdo como soy!, ni siquiera tengo una foto mental de mi cara, miro mi cuerpo y no es el mio...aparece la filosofía como una erupción de ideas en mi cabeza, si me despierto en un lugar que no conozco con un cuerpo que no conozco...¿soy yo realmente?... . Tengo que ir al baño y mirarme en un espejo...pero...¿y si no me gusta lo que veo?...¿y si..?...

¿qué hago?

A) SI QUIERES QUE VAYA AL BAÑO, ME MIRE EN EL ESPEJO Y DEJE UNA FOTO DE COMO SOY DEJA UN COMENTARIO CON LA OPCIÓN A

B) SI QUIERES QUE SALGA A LA CALLE, HUYA DE ESA CASA Y EMPRENDA UNA NUEVA VIDA DEJA UN COMENTARIO CON LA OPCIÓN B

D) SI QUIERES QUE DESPIERTE A LA CHICA DE LA CAMA, HABLE CON ELLA Y DEJE UNA FOTO SUYA DEJA UN COMENTARIO CON LA OPCIÓN D

SI QUIERES PROPONERME ALGUNA OTRA OPCIÓN, DEJA UN COMENTARIO CON TU PROPSICIÓN.

...quiero saber...quien soy.

---continuará---

(está en tus manos)

I was looking for material for a painting. Sometimes I get "painter's block". So I decided to grab, at random, one of my many National Geographic magazines. I chose two images from the same magazine and combined them to create a scenario. There was no deliberate theme or storyline. I like to let the images tell their own story. -CD

Seventeen-year-old Jenna Fox awakes from an 18 month coma with no memories, strange voices in her head, a distrustful grandmother, and creepily overprotective parents. Set maybe a century and a half in the future, a quarter of the the world's population has been killed by super-bugs (the virus-type, sadly not gigantic preying mantises). A strict government bureaucracy is in charge of bioethics to make sure that the abuses of the past are not repeated, leaving a lot that is possible but forbidden. As Jenna begins to regain some memory, it grows clearer to her that her parents are not telling her much of the truth behind the accident that almost killed her.

Like The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime, a large part of the fun in the early part of the book is how blank-slate Jenna is able to see through people's petty hypocrisies, verbal ticks and social niceties; to strangers she comes off seeming sarcastic and brutally honest. The unnatural origins (trust me on this, to talk very much about the plot would spoil it) of her amnesia allowed for a very intelligent character with no memory of most words or concepts. So it is ironic that eventually she starts remembering things from as far back as infancy. The hot-topicness of the story and its focus on genetic engineering doesn't raise any new or interesting ideas, other than to argue for moderation and thoughtfulness. I found the examination of authenticity in an age of easy replicability more interesting: how can a value be placed on something if it can be easily reproduced? Teenagers will probably relate to Jenna's struggles to find and define herself more than I did. But overall I was disappointed in the book. Having a first-person narrator was not enough to give a sense of immediacy or importance to the plot or to make the reader feel invested in Jenna's struggles. Her relationship with her parents, central to the plot, never felt deep or real. Their struggle and perspective were not relatable and came off as being creepy instead of heartbreaking (which if written better, they could easily have been tragic figures). There was never even a cathartic feeling of righteous indignation at what they'd done/continued to do to Jenna. And then the plot twists and reveals that were supposedly going to propel me through the book were easy to see from a mile away. And in the end, some of the devices, like the voices in her head, just didn't make sense. A few of the characters, like her grandmother and reclusive but famous artist neighbor, were complex and interesting. But many of the others had no role other than to add dimension to the themes being developed. Like a sexy, psychopathic neighbor who is menacing throughout, never manages to be much of a threat, and is only there as a foil to Jenna's character. And then, silliest plot point of all is the fact that her family is in deep-dark-secret hiding, her father is famous, but they're using their real names.

Further hurting this book's chances at finding a teen audience is its terrible cover art. Having read the book, I could find easy justifications for why it is the way it is, but it doesn't do a very good job at hinting at what is inside and the bad graphics look cheesy instead of intentional. Also, the tagline, "How far would you go to save someone you love?" isn't fitting at all. Though I should add, I'm the only person who seems to think this, it's been getting universally good and starred reviews.

Thanks to my summer offer of free professional dream translation I have met many different people on the internet and I have seen what their problems were.

This is why I decided to urgently write an e-book giving guidance to young people about how they can discover the right person for them and keep them near them for life, this way keeping their happiness for life.

I received very many dreams about love matters. And the interesting point is that these dreams are the clearest ones, what means that anyone can easily learn how to interpret them.

So, I made a combination, and I prepared two e-books in order to help young people start their lives in a balanced way, so that they’ll find happiness and keep it for as long as they live, and I prepared also an e-book that shows them clearly how they can interpret dreams about the person they love.

What I want to tell you today is that you should never agree to have a relationship without love.

For example, I received two dreams from a young boy who saw a nightmare and was afraid about its meaning. The first dream explained the second one, which was the nightmare.

His biography also confirmed and explained his dreams. This is why we have to know a few details about the dreamer’s life in order to properly translate his or her dreams.

His story is somehow complicated, because his dreams revealed the existence of a neurotic tendency in his behavior. So, his dreams are not simple dreams, like the ones I mentioned before.

When we observe a neurotic characteristic, the dream indispensably needs translation and the dreamer indispensably needs psychotherapy.

In his first dream he sees his girlfriend sad and he kisses her, ending up kissing her passionately, but awakening up with a weird feeling that he couldn’t say that was love…

In the second dream he sees himself very violently hitting a person he should love, and feeling regret in the end.

What had happened?

He is a teen and he has a girlfriend. However, he doesn’t love her. She loves him and he accepted to “give her a try”.

In the first dream it is obvious that he kisses his girlfriend only because she is sad, to comfort her. He kisses her passionately without loving her, simply because he started kissing her and got in the mood…

In the second dream he sees the result of his absurdity. In the end he will only feel revolted for wasting his time being with a girl that he doesn’t really love, only because she loves him, and he will be cruel with her. This is what the dream was clearly reflecting.

She doesn’t let him find the girl that would really make him happy and he simply accepts this situation.

Someday he is going to explode…  

I wrote him many explanations, advising him to stay single and look for a girl that won’t let him doubt if he really loves her or not.

This is a very serious question! If you have a relationship without feeling that you love the person you are with, don’t go ahead!

Don’t insist on a mistake, because the consequences are very bitter.

This was a simple example, and yet, so true. I can relate many similar cases, where you’ll verify that the person makes serious mistakes only because they are too ignorant. And then they become victims of craziness and despair, doing terrible things against others and against themselves…

One mistake leads to another, one bad event provokes another and in the end, we see teens committing suicide without any apparent reason.

Relationships with wrong people are very dangerous!

Be very careful with what you do with your life and be very serious in your decisions.

Life is not a toy, and the consequences of an insignificant mistake could be very grave.

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History: The first major outdoor club on the island. Where young tourists Danny Rampling and Paul Oakenfold famously skipped around hand in hand to DJ Alfredo’s Balearic music before going home and kick-starting the acid house era. It doesn’t get more seminal than that, and the place continues to be hugely influential today, hosting key long-running nights.

Famous for: The giant ice cannon, so powerful it blasts a packed dancefloor to freezing point in five seconds. The same space is also renowned for the bubbly silliness of regular foam parties.

Vibe: For DJ hero worship, the main booth is a classic. It’s favoured by the biggest of the big names for serious interaction with crowd, meaning things constantly erupt into scenes of mayhem.

Crowd: A loyal following. It can get unbelievably hectic on the main nights when more than 5000 people fill every inch of floor.

Do: Stay until morning for sunrise on the legendary terrace. It may be encased in glass now but dancing in the sunshine (while air conditioned!) with a load of battered but beaming new international friends takes some beating.

Don’t: Attempt to walk along the main road outside (this is true outside DC-10 and other venues too). There have been many accidents on the stretch up to Privilege although a new tunnel is hoped to ease the problems.

History: The first major outdoor club on the island. Where young tourists Danny Rampling and Paul Oakenfold famously skipped around hand in hand to DJ Alfredo’s Balearic music before going home and kick-starting the acid house era. It doesn’t get more seminal than that, and the place continues to be hugely influential today, hosting key long-running nights.

Famous for: The giant ice cannon, so powerful it blasts a packed dancefloor to freezing point in five seconds. The same space is also renowned for the bubbly silliness of regular foam parties.

Vibe: For DJ hero worship, the main booth is a classic. It’s favoured by the biggest of the big names for serious interaction with crowd, meaning things constantly erupt into scenes of mayhem.

Crowd: A loyal following. It can get unbelievably hectic on the main nights when more than 5000 people fill every inch of floor.

Do: Stay until morning for sunrise on the legendary terrace. It may be encased in glass now but dancing in the sunshine (while air conditioned!) with a load of battered but beaming new international friends takes some beating.

Don’t: Attempt to walk along the main road outside (this is true outside DC-10 and other venues too). There have been many accidents on the stretch up to Privilege although a new tunnel is hoped to ease the problems.

Back?  Cool Beans.  Now that your up to speed, I can fill you in on the latest developments in the world of Bird.  My amnesia has not gotten any better but the docs say it's not gonna be forever and ever and that's good. Due to the location of my stroke the memories shouldn't be completely erased, just my ability to access them for the time being.  And if you are reading this and you are one of the many folks I seem to have the inability to remember, please don't go away mad.  I still remember you, I just can't currently summon the ability to remember you.  Give me your info or something, its worked so far with some people.  My old college roommate Kris in fact.  At first I couldn't have told you anything about him.  But after seeing some photos, reading some emails and enjoying some aspects of film and music that he introduced me to, he's almost back to 100 percent in my gray matter.  

I'm going to my younger and taller brothers wedding the first week of September, and other than poeple I've met again since my stroke, I'm not gonna have the foggiest who anybody is.  I know their names and that we are related, but how am I going to figure out who everybody is without hurting some feelings?  I know you are thinking "pictures dumbass" but that isn't the magic bullet it should seem to be.  My folks showed me a  video of my ex wife and I got zilch.  So either it was a joke on their part (which I doubt) or I just have an especially hard time recalling that 5 or 6 years of my life.  Don't even try to ask me about women I saw after the divorce.  You will just get a blank stare.  Looks like I'm going to have to pull the old "gotta get off the phone trick" on y'all right here as my anti seizure meds are kicking in like a pissed off mule and making my left side as useful as steel jell-o and my right side not much better.  If you knew me in the past, drop me a line in the present.  Or future.  Does not really matter.  It really is hard to type these updates.  If you wanna know what it is like just try getting really, really hammered then tie about 50 L.Bs to your dominant wrist and  then tape your fingers on that same side into a crazy claw shape and then try to type several hundred words while occasionally shaking your dominant arm for no good reason.  It's awesome.

Later Dudes,

Brian

Robot: Unit 273K3141529OBAFGKMRNS transmitting. Landed on wrong planet. Waiting for rescue. Large part of my database damaged from impact. Can't retrieve files on my origin and aims of my mission... ...unit feels dazed and confused. To tell the truth I don't even remember who am I transmitting to.

Robot: Trasmette unità 273K3141592OBAFGKMRNS. Raggiunto pianeta errato. In attesa di recupero. Gran parte del database danneggiato dall'impatto. Irrecuperabili i files sulla mia provenienza e gli obbiettivi della missione... ...l'unità si sente abbastanza confusa. A dire il vero non so neppure a chi diamine sto trasmettendo.

And I discover to my most envious level yet, that they have not one, but it seems like two Microsoft Surface tables.

I will go straight to hell for my level of envy.

Where did they purchase them from, I must find out!

Rumor (and twitter) have it that even Microsoft in Australia don't have one yet...and they're Not Happy Jan!

Everyone talks about the iPhone and how cool that is, but this is on a completely new scale in both size and coolness factor.

View a video demo here.

The pitch possibilities, the fun, the...damn it to hell I'm too sick to write more!