miércoles, 23 de mayo de 2007

Tracking an Online Trend, and a Route to Suicide



We all can see how the internet has influenced in our lives. Even getting to the extream.

One of the greatest media for comunication...that has been used for better or for worst, but communication at the end.

Lots of teenagers with problems, or that can`t find an ending to them, use this kind of web pages to express this "secret feelings" in an anonymous way.

Having an space just let your phone number, to build a "blogspot", a "fotolog", or a forum, is enough to create an instance to get this people in contact.
I do not see anything wrong with this, i believe that is their problem or decision if they want to commit or not a suicide...The striking of this to me is the quantitie of people who is interested in this kind of actions, and the kind of people who do it. People who maybe have simple troubles with their families, nighbours, brothers, etc. But more interesting, people who have such an extream philosophical postures or vews of the world, and make this big act of demostration of their beliefs, people who don`t do this decition only for troubles, but beliefs.

It maybe someone who lives next to you and you may never know until the fact has being done.

generally people that you`ll never think that has a suicidal tendency... but poor peolpe?
why are the less in this kind of records?, maybe just because the different points of view that the life has given to them, i leave the question open...

The asian culture is one of the most recognizble suicidal culture, which in only five years can double the death rate. as we can see in the news today in te article:

Tracking an Online Trend, and a Route to Suicide

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/23/world/asia/23korea.html?pagewanted=1

here you can see the corporations that has been created to stop this kind of actions, and the methods that they are using. As eliminating the blogs with names relationated with suicides, investigatin about people who have web relationated pages, and traking the page to find out which is the end of the creation of the site to catch or see if the owner of this web has a shady past.

Here you can see the corporations that have been created to stop this kind of actions and the methods that they are using as eliminating blogs with names related ro suicides, investigating about people who have related web sites, and traking the page to find out which is the purpose of the creation of the site to catch or see if the owner of this web has a shady past
Here i leave you a free collection of articles about suicides and suicide attempts bublished in The New York Times.


http://topics.nytimes.com/top/news/health/diseasesconditionsandhealthtopics/suicidesandsuicideattempts/index.html?inline=nyt-classifier

The Ghost Song... compleat!


Awake. Shake dreams from your hair my pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day the day's divinity First thing you see. A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it's quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices are all around us. Choose they croon the Ancient Ones the time has come again choose now, they croon beneath the moon beside an ancient lake Enter again the sweet forest Enter the hot dream Come with us everything is broken up and dances. Indians scattered, On dawn's highway bleeding Ghosts crowd the young child’s, Fragile eggshell mind We have assembled inside, This ancient and insane theater To propagate our lust for our life, And flee the swarming wisdom of the streets. The barns have stormed The windows kept, And only one of all the rest To dance and save us From the divine mockery of words, Music inflames temperament. Ooh great creator of being Grant us one more hour, To perform our art And perfect our lives. We need great golden copulations, When the true kings murders Are allowed to roam free, A thousand magicians arise in the land Where are the feast we are promised? One more thing Thank you oh lord For the white blind light Thank you oh lord For the white blind light A city rises from the sea I had a splitting headache From which the future's made




...The begining of something... i hope.