This is one Brazilian team’s simple solution to ending soccer violence

juin 12, 2015 § Poster un commentaire

Originally posted on Quartz:

In South American soccer, fans like a fight.

Earlier this year, a soccer riot after the Rio de Janeiro state championship brought not only fights between opposing fans, but what the police called a « new phenomenon in Brazilian football: fights between fans of the same team. » In 1969, a post-game fight between fans of Honduras and El Salvador brought national hostilities to the fore and sparked the beginning of what became known as the « football war. »

A Brazilian soccer team has now taken an unusual and extraordinary measure to curb hooliganism: to attend a match, fans of Sports Club Internacional (link in Portuguese) had to agree to walk with a fan of the opposing team to the stadium and then sit with that person for the whole game, according to Fast Company.

The Porto Alegre-based club said the policy was received well; it has already repeated the initiative in two more…

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Of predictive analytics, god and $$$!

juin 10, 2015 § Poster un commentaire

Nowadays, everybody talks about « Big Data » ( « you don’t understand, it’s SOOOO like, the next revolution!!! »

But behind Big data really lies the power of « Predictive Analytics » ( But this algorithmic, statistical power raises the questions of god, religion, and… above all… $$$!

When I refer to god, I mainly refer to the common belief among religious people everything and everyone has a destiny, a fate… « God’s will » if you won’t! It raises an interesting BIG question!

Ok, so I don’t know in what god you believe, but i’m guessing you also believe in the unfortunately too real god $$$! Now the money is built on trust and if you get, as a system or a society, to a pretty good level of predictability… which would mean that there is no improvement of reality possible more than that there already is… so now money loses its value… I mean we’d live in a perfect world where everything is in some way « risk managed »… Because if you have less risk, things should really cost less, as you know the money you ‘re lending will have, say, 80% chance to create wealth in return (and pay back the loan)!

And yet… we’d be left with a non-pefect reality that may have to do with the uncertainty principle ( or the Butterfly Effect (, and the chaos and all that (…

… So not a perfect situation but money certainly will lose a lot of its value… we could end up with several monetary systems, one for little purchases and another for businesses. But the 2 real questions for me here are these:

– If we now have the power to plan things ahead and « relatively control » the outcomes that we want… If we now almost have the power of a god, that is, to relatively «  »predict » » the outcomes of things… then who gets to play Jesus?? The private businesses (or states) that have exclusivity on our data so that they can foresee our future behaviour, hence the business outcomes, hence make more money?? Well that would make a lot of little Je$u$$!!

– If we’re living now in a « MAN THINK, MACHINE MAKE » world and these predictive analytics are actually correct, then what’s left to the « THINK »?? and most importantly, what’s left to the WORK?

And to end on the same note, It’s often said that the inequality gap has never been greater than today ( but that’s maybe partly because our rich world, and the finance world especially, had access to these predictive models of statistics much earlier on (I don’t know when though!) than the rest of us… mortals.

Addicted To Your Love – Hostyn James (Feat. Umberto Cutillo, Piotr Szachewicz and Yé Stepper)

juin 6, 2015 § Poster un commentaire

Addicted To Your Love – Hostyn James

Small poppy song we recorded with the great Hostyn James from Toronto. Great voice! We had a great time doing it! … Like cream to your ears! Enjoy!

– Hostyn James – Voice
– Umberto Cutillo – Bass
– Piotr Szachewicz – Guitar
– Yé Stepper – Synth & Beats

La función vient à peine de commencer

juin 6, 2015 § Poster un commentaire

La poussière se met dans des coins inssoupçonnés
des petits grains auquel le temps donnent un pouvoir fort!
Fais pas le grand, que tu sais très bien ce qui va t’avoir au tracet
à force de pendre, de tordre et de brouilloner
pas encore fort, 100 fois pas mort et pourtant tu sais que tu vas creuver…
d’une petite chose, un petit tort, que tu auras de trop répeter…
qui se cachera là, dans un coin retord… comme un lent harakiri,
Une vie vrillée mais tout le monde sait que c’est l’arbre qui cache la foret,
comment se retrouver, se redroiter
se racheter pour toutes les preuves qui nous ont soudoyés,
un petit tort de presque rien, qui t’eloigne de ce que tu croyais etre ton sort
et qui t’engouffre dans ses entrailles sans que tu l’ai meme pas vu passer!
pas encore fort, 100 fois pas mort… et la tempête ne fait que commencer…

How many me?

février 1, 2015 § Poster un commentaire

He goes out to the street. He’s alone, moving slow, with no energy, it’s night time, raining.

At a red light, he crosses ways with a couple holding hands. The guy wears a hood… it’s dark and raining, and he doesn’t really see/recognise his face. But the guy is loud and laughing, making big confident gestures, apparently explaining something to his girlfriend. He reminds him of someone…

Later that night, he’s in the metro. At one station that has one exit per direction, he sees another guy putting a kippah on his head, going down the stairs of the station with a bike in his hands. The jewish guy seems almost autistic, very focused and introverted but gets mixed up in the directions and crosses the train lines to get to the other platform. Funny image of a crazy guy « crossing the lines » of the train with a bike on his shoulder… Again, it reminds him of someone but he can’t put a name on it.

He goes on to go to pick his girlfriend up. They walk hand in hand, both at the same pace, in-sync… another rythm starts to grow from their steps… frequency shift… it’s raining and he puts his hood on. At a red light, he starts telling her about the jewish guy in the metro, imitating him and laughing (indistinct laughs and Bass-saturated chat), they laugh hard and cross together at the red light.

Later on, he takes his bike and goes to the synagogue… going down the street on his bike, going fast and drawing large zigzags… frequency shift… He punctures a tyre and decides to take the metro. He takes his bike on his shoulder and goes down in the station. On the platform, he gets mixed up in the directions and decides to cross the lines.

That’s when he realises!

/* same idea but at the scale of a lifetime… the same guy bumps into himself at different times/stages of his life without knowing it… Only at the end he realises we’re one. */

The Glue Cities / The Womb

octobre 22, 2014 § Poster un commentaire

– You heard this?

– No! What? and here is all the gears he used for this album… for each tracks! 12… just like the number of tracks!

– « Mathematics! » he thought!

{ Seen from space, the earth looked like a small sun, floating, full of bubbles exploding everywhere on « her » surface. Taking a closer look at the planet, this giant bubbles were all located in or very near major megalopolis.

It all started in the fall of 2014 in Sao Paulo, during the great drought ( 21 000 000 inhabitants and only 3.5% of water reserve.

Instead of the usual morning dew, people started to notice a kind of glue coming out of the ground. Not solid, not entirely liquid, a very thick and sticky, highly polluted glue started to get out of the ground in some areas of the city.

At first, people thought it was a man-made disaster as it started in the poorest neighbourhoods, the favelas. Soon, it started to grow out of control and proportion. In a few weeks, some of the poorest areas of the city started to turn into giant jelly bubbles, some several kilometers wide and high. The glue, unknown to everybody, even scientists, was highly toxic to anyone that would swallow it. But these giant bubbles were really dangerous, above all because when they exploded, it was like a bomb that left nothing behind.

The army started to evacuate the neighbourhoods that were all considered « hazard zones ». Nobody would risk their lives going there so they became « No Man’s lands ». But soon, they became refuges for criminals, outlaws and rebels, guerrilleros fighting against the system. In just a few months, these forsaken places became the center of all the « antisystem » subcultures. Gangs, anarchists, guerrilleros… they all settled there as these bubbles were worlds with clear borders but without any rules or controls, and right in the center of the city.

People going to these « bubbles of resistance » wore gas masks and special Dune-like outfits, in order to breath and live in the glue. Moving slowly inside the glue, people started to go to giant rave parties that were organized in what people started to call « The Womb ». Because of the deep sound, everything in those parties vibrated like jelly, the music in « the womb » was very slow, Trap-like, so that people could dance to it.

We’ll follow the adventures of a group of musicians living and performing between the 2 worlds. }

He woke up on the chair, took the joint and lit it up with a lighter promoting « trouble with drugs? call « =·$%)=·$(« .

– « Lonely people », he thought!

« The rat as unity of currency »

septembre 15, 2014 § Poster un commentaire

« The rat as unity of currency »

The phrase comes from the movie « Cosmopolis » (2012) directed by David Cronenberg.

Or you could say: « If we would realize that our probability of having cockroaches is exponential to our shits! … well misery, there’s even more! »

The system is on its head but we still want to blind ourselves! If only we could realize that there is a global average of one rat per person in cities! ;p

… Don’t shit where you eat!
… Don’t fuck where you live!


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