The limitations of paradigms and scientific theories of the world have been explained by some historians and philosophers of science extensively. Popper, for instance, criticizes the positivist paradigm and its assumption that there is an objective reality. I agree with him, there is a problem with the logic of induction; singular statements that lead to universal statements are superficial because they ignore their falsifiability and do not allow us to test them.

We must also criticize the social structure of science. Although Campbell claims that social structure is not important for science and states that to talk about facts and to search the truth is what really matters, I think that the tribal aspects of the structure are overwhelming. I agree with Kuhn, science has a social structure that is rigid and is designed to perpetuate itself and its paradigms. He describes that structure as a “disciplinary matrix” and provides historical examples of how that structure determines the behavior, values, and believes from the group.

In my opinion, the only way to escape the uniformity of science is by moving and adopting an anarchistic multi/anti-methodology as the one proposed by Feyerabend. Knowledge, as he states, is “an ever increasing ocean of mutually incompatible alternatives, each single theory, each fairy-tale, each myth, that is part of the collection forcing the others into greater articulation and all of them contributing, via this process of competition, to the development of our consciousness.”(21) In the process of navigating that ocean we should become translators of many languages and worlds, explorers of foreign environments, dreamers in motion.

the initial settlement in my new city has been quite smooth. it has been very useful to know people down here before i moved. to have friends who can welcome you, host you, introduce you to their networks, invite you to places.

the south is wild. southern north america is another country. as i have realized, this country of the north is in fact many different countries. texas is wild, and everything is slower, the bureaucracy is alive and manage tons of paperwork, the public transportation system does not work eficiently, popular culture depends a lot in a sort of farmer imagery based on horns, cows, guns, shouts, football, bulls, beers.

somehow the wildness and hot weather makes me feel in a place more related to southamerica. the animals for instance remind me of the fauna of my country: armadillos, chicharras, mariamulatas, many birds, bugs. the flora as well, oak threes, eucaliptos, bushes, wild weeds, yellow flowers.

it is a challenge to overcome the stereotypes that surrounds the culture of this state. but i am sure will be a nice exercise of understanding a new world. so far i have liked the bilingualism that a big part of the population performs. it has been very interesting to get to know the tex-mex community which people is able to combine spanish and english in creative ways, switching between both languages while they speak, mixing them, developing new codes. i have also liked the way people interact to each other, they chat a lot, talk to strangers, and seem to be pretty up to mixing with others. or maybe they are just already mixed.

el ritmo telenovelezco. el tempo del meledrama. en tiempo real. real time.

the taxi driver that i spoke tonight told me once he was with a passenger that extended the lenght of the ride in order to listen to the radio telephone. it was live, en vivo, en tiempo real, that the central and other taxi drivers where narrating the chase. it was in the south of bogota. i didnt ask how did the chase ended. however, i asked if it will be ok if the passenger were recording the narration. he said it would be ok. no problem.

today was the public funeral, a massive and crowded show at the saples center in los angeles. the broadcast of the funeral confirmed the obsession of the media with one of its childs, heroes and monsters.

as a matter of sensationalism, very appropriate with the development of his life, his nose was missed during the autopsia. where did it go? who did steal it?

interestingly, the ghost of michael has been appearing in the caribbean reagion of colombia. first was in malambo, then in cartagena. perhaps is looking for his nose.