this galaxy does not irradiate any kind of light anymore

Matteo, my flatmate, knows what he says when talking about physics - He is writing his PhD in Astrophysics.

Once, Matteo told me that we cannot really touch objects. That the feeling we experience when we press our fingertip towards a surface is only the feeling of two electric charges of the same value (negative or positive) repealing each other. Like magnets.

If we could really make contact with objects, we would “mix” with those objects. The molecules of our fingers would combine with those from a ring, from a mug, from our gloves. We would stick to objects. The electric charges around all objects come from the atoms and prevent objects of this weird interaction with everything around them.

Some weeks ago, I wrote of me being not ready to have children, but mature enough to switch to a smartphone. Well, 5 weeks ago I got a Samsung Galaxy III. Once Hannes told me his first smartphone “was not a mobile phone, but a temple”. I started to discovery my dual-core-mobile-temple last week. Everyday, I went to bed with my new mobile and after turning the room light off, I had a final check on my social-media updates.

Facebook: Check!

Whatsapp messages: Check!

SMS Inbox: Check!

Only then I was ready to close my eyes fall asleep.

The next step of this infatuation was to take my mobile to the restroom and perform this check while in the toilette.

Facebook: Check!

Whatsapp messages: Check!

SMS Inbox: Check!

Put mobile on the water tank: Check!

Flush the toilette: Check!

Wash my hands: Check!

Then, it happened: SMS received...vibration mode was ON...mobile vibrated...

...and there was only one place around the water tank where my smartphone could fall.

According to physics, my mobile did not touch the water, but this galaxy does not irradiate any kind of light anymore.

When I was 17, I was the un-coolest guy in the whole universe

One of the things you should now before reading this blog, is that my mother drinks no alcohol...really, no alcohol at all.I

In the summer of 1996, just before I traveled to Austria. I had a situation with my mother: I was cruising with my friends on my mom's car until 11 o'clock, even though I had only permission until 10:30 p.m.

At some point I called my mother to tell her I was going to be late, but she wouldn't listen. She was more than mad. She yelled at me screaming I should drive home immediately, and so did I. Then she drove my friends to back to the party we were before.

If you are a teenager driving a car with your friends and suddenly your mom steps in the car and drives all of your friends back to a party, then you are the un-coolest guy in Chihuahua, no! You are the un-coolest guy in the whole universe...

I am 34 years old. I have lots of gray hair. I left home 16 years ago and I am economically independent since 2005.

My mom called me today, but I was at a concert, so I texted her back and wrote the following “Sorry mom, I am at a concert and couldn’t hear the phone ringing. How are you? What are your plans tonight?”

I still cannot understand why I asked that. First, my mom drinks no alcohol, second, I don't talk ofter with my mom about her night life.

She surprisingly answered this “Hi! I will go for a walk and then I am meeting your aunt Ana and we are going for a drink”

Back in 1996, asking my mother about her social life was a “no go”, but now it is so weird it is almost cool. Is being un-cool, kind of cool now?