Monday, November 17, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Saturday evening[final dot]
It is been a long time since I had felt the away I am feeling right now.
This is the perfect mood for to post something here.
Not knowing about what to write I will write about something simple: happiness.
Happiness is a strange state-of-mind.
Is the eternal quest from pretty much everybody in the world. Most people think that happiness comes with sense of achievement, either getting a better job, new plastic boobs or learning a new language. I think they are stupid.
I confess I still do not believe that happiness can the an all present state of mind as Buddhism claims but I believe they are right about how you can work out happiness from your inner-self.
Basically, I can feel the joy of happiness on very distinctive conditions but they always share something in common: simplicity.
Happiness is sitting down for a coffee with a friend and stay there endless hours talking about to conquer the world in 2 hours, sex, technology or religion.
Happiness is drive a car without expected arrival time or especial destination with a radio throwing me Jazz or soft-rock at full speed.
Happiness is cleaning the fridge because there is nothing else to do.
Happiness is to sit down at an open window for hours.
Happiness is inviting at 15.30h four long lasting friends to watch a movie at 16.00h and knowing that they will be there sharing pop-corn for you.
Happiness is inviting 40 people to your party and do not care if 36 of them do not show up.
Happiness is having sex because that is want you want to do.
Happiness is knowing when a tear is a tear and a smile is a smile.
Happiness is looking at a Prada or Dolce & Gabana shop and laugh.
Happiness is knowing you will always have a tomorrow and accept when you won't.
Happiness is accepting your four year old son drawing as if it was a masterpiece.
Happiness is accepting you cannot change the world, nevertheless you are happy while trying it.
Happiness is rejecting the touch of the reddish because you know she just wants to touch and not feel.
Happiness is knowing that money only has the value you give to it.
Happiness is knowing that is better to be really famous among your peers than just famous.
Happiness is reading a novel, while cruising the Baltic, and having a seagull flying over your head all the time.
Happiness is knowing when to stop being alone and when to start being alone.
Happiness is knowing when we should stop and think.
Happiness is knowing when we should act and do.
Happiness is knowing yourself before try to know the other.
Happiness is not being afraid of fail because you know "even a stopped clock is right two times per day"
Happiness is understand what is love, romance, passion, seduction and fantasy.
Happiness is say what you know and listed to the things you do not know.
Happiness is understand you get more when you are shut up than when you speak.
Happiness is not try to impose yourself but let others impose on you.
Happiness is to give once, twice, thrice but not always.
Happiness is to receive, receive and then give.
Happiness is to be a man: plant a tree, write a book and have a child.
Happiness is to be hungry once in a while.
Happiness is to know why you are hungry.
Happiness is to give a fishing bow and not the fish.
Happiness is understand the real problems are those which are about to come.
Happiness is to accept either you have a big problem your friends have bigger ones.
Happiness is never to resign or be conformed but not complain about what you do not have.
Happiness is knowing you will die.
Happiness is knowing you will die no matter what.
Happiness is knowing eternity comes with the people you meet. When the people you know die you will die forever.
Happiness is knowing real eternity comes with the things you do. If they are good enough you will always live in others peoples lives.
Happiness is knowing that there is not easy route to success.
Happiness is knowing there are only three ways of being the boss: being the boss, marry his daughter or be the best.
Happiness is knowing being the best comes with practice, practice comes with trial and error and trials take time.
Happiness is knowing time is money and time is limited.
Happiness is knowing everything is possible if you can expand time.
Happiness is knowing there is always those who know more than us and less.
Happiness is change someone's lives for better and let others change ours.
Happiness is not believing in dogmas. Dogmas are created by unhappy people.
Happiness is believe in something but not try to make others believe in it.
Happiness is knowing something and make other know it also.
Happiness is knowing money is not everything but you are anything without it.
Happiness is accepting the difference.
Happiness is being different.
Happiness is to follow icons to be an icon.
Happiness is to share.
Happiness is to be open.
Happiness is to ban copyright.
Happiness is not take anything for granted: you will miss air when you are asphyxiating.
Happiness is realise that everything has it bright and dark side: oxygen can kill you.
Happiness is to have friends: a "friend" contract never expires and has no small letters.
Happiness is surprise those you like with small presents. Specially if there is no reason for a surprise.
Happiness is do not have a dog if you cannot.
Happiness is to say "FUCK THIS" whenever you feel like.
My plan was to reach the 100th "Happiness is" but I am feeling a bit tired... maybe you wanna give a help.
This is the perfect mood for to post something here.
Not knowing about what to write I will write about something simple: happiness.
Happiness is a strange state-of-mind.
Is the eternal quest from pretty much everybody in the world. Most people think that happiness comes with sense of achievement, either getting a better job, new plastic boobs or learning a new language. I think they are stupid.
I confess I still do not believe that happiness can the an all present state of mind as Buddhism claims but I believe they are right about how you can work out happiness from your inner-self.
Basically, I can feel the joy of happiness on very distinctive conditions but they always share something in common: simplicity.
Happiness is sitting down for a coffee with a friend and stay there endless hours talking about to conquer the world in 2 hours, sex, technology or religion.
Happiness is drive a car without expected arrival time or especial destination with a radio throwing me Jazz or soft-rock at full speed.
Happiness is cleaning the fridge because there is nothing else to do.
Happiness is to sit down at an open window for hours.
Happiness is inviting at 15.30h four long lasting friends to watch a movie at 16.00h and knowing that they will be there sharing pop-corn for you.
Happiness is inviting 40 people to your party and do not care if 36 of them do not show up.
Happiness is having sex because that is want you want to do.
Happiness is knowing when a tear is a tear and a smile is a smile.
Happiness is looking at a Prada or Dolce & Gabana shop and laugh.
Happiness is knowing you will always have a tomorrow and accept when you won't.
Happiness is accepting your four year old son drawing as if it was a masterpiece.
Happiness is accepting you cannot change the world, nevertheless you are happy while trying it.
Happiness is rejecting the touch of the reddish because you know she just wants to touch and not feel.
Happiness is knowing that money only has the value you give to it.
Happiness is knowing that is better to be really famous among your peers than just famous.
Happiness is reading a novel, while cruising the Baltic, and having a seagull flying over your head all the time.
Happiness is knowing when to stop being alone and when to start being alone.
Happiness is knowing when we should stop and think.
Happiness is knowing when we should act and do.
Happiness is knowing yourself before try to know the other.
Happiness is not being afraid of fail because you know "even a stopped clock is right two times per day"
Happiness is understand what is love, romance, passion, seduction and fantasy.
Happiness is say what you know and listed to the things you do not know.
Happiness is understand you get more when you are shut up than when you speak.
Happiness is not try to impose yourself but let others impose on you.
Happiness is to give once, twice, thrice but not always.
Happiness is to receive, receive and then give.
Happiness is to be a man: plant a tree, write a book and have a child.
Happiness is to be hungry once in a while.
Happiness is to know why you are hungry.
Happiness is to give a fishing bow and not the fish.
Happiness is understand the real problems are those which are about to come.
Happiness is to accept either you have a big problem your friends have bigger ones.
Happiness is never to resign or be conformed but not complain about what you do not have.
Happiness is knowing you will die.
Happiness is knowing you will die no matter what.
Happiness is knowing eternity comes with the people you meet. When the people you know die you will die forever.
Happiness is knowing real eternity comes with the things you do. If they are good enough you will always live in others peoples lives.
Happiness is knowing that there is not easy route to success.
Happiness is knowing there are only three ways of being the boss: being the boss, marry his daughter or be the best.
Happiness is knowing being the best comes with practice, practice comes with trial and error and trials take time.
Happiness is knowing time is money and time is limited.
Happiness is knowing everything is possible if you can expand time.
Happiness is knowing there is always those who know more than us and less.
Happiness is change someone's lives for better and let others change ours.
Happiness is not believing in dogmas. Dogmas are created by unhappy people.
Happiness is believe in something but not try to make others believe in it.
Happiness is knowing something and make other know it also.
Happiness is knowing money is not everything but you are anything without it.
Happiness is accepting the difference.
Happiness is being different.
Happiness is to follow icons to be an icon.
Happiness is to share.
Happiness is to be open.
Happiness is to ban copyright.
Happiness is not take anything for granted: you will miss air when you are asphyxiating.
Happiness is realise that everything has it bright and dark side: oxygen can kill you.
Happiness is to have friends: a "friend" contract never expires and has no small letters.
Happiness is surprise those you like with small presents. Specially if there is no reason for a surprise.
Happiness is do not have a dog if you cannot.
Happiness is to say "FUCK THIS" whenever you feel like.
My plan was to reach the 100th "Happiness is" but I am feeling a bit tired... maybe you wanna give a help.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Self-righteousness
It is definitely true that we should firstly understand ourselves to understand the others and allow ourselves to "step back from self-righteousness", humbly accepting others opinions and then change their minds by shifting and opening their perspective.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Being lost in a spoiled world.
After watching another energizing Ted Talk and reflect about my last career accomplishment, the end of my Software Engineering degree, I concluded what already everybody knows. We just want to foolish ourselves about how important we are.
Independently of how sad we are about our situation, either is the fucking credit crunch, how small is our shared apartment, the companies food quality or the our bosses demands we should really take a day-off, as I did today, and wonder about our, from our own perspective, insignificant lives.
Fullfilment comes in great extent from acknowledgement, acknowledgement from our peers and, especially acknowledgement from our superiors, idols and icons. The big problem is that we descry on who provides this positive feedback to us.
Why the hell, do we want to prove ourselves to the fat guy and not to the hungry?
Why the hell, do we want to give a coin to the beggar?
Why the hell, do we want the new car when the old is still a car?
Why the hell, do we want uncomfortable shirts and not warm sweaters?
Why the hell, do we want caviar and not sturgeon?
Why the hell, do we always want black caviar and not red?
I consider myself an individualist, independent and selfish person. Since ever I've tried to emend and suppress this character edges...
Following this line of arguments, and knowing myself as I do, it will not take long I will start thinking more and more about giving than receiving.
The only thing it is missing is the formula, the module, the how-to...
And this is the point the Ted Talk comes in.
Everybody knows the flattening power the Web can have.
The only problem is how can the Web reach those who cannot afford it. The solution is easy and that's why I am pleased to work where I do for a simple reason: the Web and the mobile have to merge.
This merge brings a lot of advantages for who is poor.
The mobile phone is cheap, needs very little energy, is resistant and mobile.
As soon as this people start to have access to information they will gradually and exponentially leverage their life standards.
I, sincerely, hope to be there to watch it from close.
Update 11/10 : Controlling the pyramid bottom
Update 11/10 : Closing down the gap?
Update 11/10 : Shared Mobile
Independently of how sad we are about our situation, either is the fucking credit crunch, how small is our shared apartment, the companies food quality or the our bosses demands we should really take a day-off, as I did today, and wonder about our, from our own perspective, insignificant lives.
Fullfilment comes in great extent from acknowledgement, acknowledgement from our peers and, especially acknowledgement from our superiors, idols and icons. The big problem is that we descry on who provides this positive feedback to us.
Why the hell, do we want to prove ourselves to the fat guy and not to the hungry?
Why the hell, do we want to give a coin to the beggar?
Why the hell, do we want the new car when the old is still a car?
Why the hell, do we want uncomfortable shirts and not warm sweaters?
Why the hell, do we want caviar and not sturgeon?
Why the hell, do we always want black caviar and not red?
I consider myself an individualist, independent and selfish person. Since ever I've tried to emend and suppress this character edges...
Following this line of arguments, and knowing myself as I do, it will not take long I will start thinking more and more about giving than receiving.
The only thing it is missing is the formula, the module, the how-to...
And this is the point the Ted Talk comes in.
Everybody knows the flattening power the Web can have.
The only problem is how can the Web reach those who cannot afford it. The solution is easy and that's why I am pleased to work where I do for a simple reason: the Web and the mobile have to merge.
This merge brings a lot of advantages for who is poor.
The mobile phone is cheap, needs very little energy, is resistant and mobile.
As soon as this people start to have access to information they will gradually and exponentially leverage their life standards.
I, sincerely, hope to be there to watch it from close.
Update 11/10 : Controlling the pyramid bottom
Update 11/10 : Closing down the gap?
Update 11/10 : Shared Mobile
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Road Trip Logistics
Fxxxxx: e cada um só leva saco cama, roupa e presevativos
e podemos tb levar uma tenda
e podemos tb levar uma tenda
Sunday, November 2, 2008
The Portuguese Humor!
"Portuguese people are of generally excellent humor when they are talking with someone who can't speak their language. This means that all manner of shop owners, sales-folk, and people curious about you will take time to try to carve out any means of communication, often with funny and unexpected results. Helping a foreigner is considered a pleasant and rewarding occasion and experience. If a traveller attempts to speak correct Portuguese, especially if slightly beyond the trivial, with locals, you will be treated with respect and often the local will apologize for how "difficult" it is to learn Portuguese, or how "hard" the language is, and will almost adopt you." at Wikitravel
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Respect the elder...
This is one of those songs you should listen once a year. Indeed, some people like me and, probably you, should listen every week.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Some frames of confort to C.
C. just take a deep look on this video. It seems that only paraphrasing or copying I can be clear...
Paradox of Choice
Paradox of Choice
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
The economical state-of-art simplified explanation!
"But the most important a spect is that the money supply is tightly tied to household borrowing. If people were frugal and economical, and everybody paid off all their debts, there would not any money left in the economy! There would be a shortage of money, meaning that there would not be any money to pay wages, rents, or creating new businesses." here
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Personal Identity
"Interpersonal identity development allows an individual to question and examine various personality elements, such as ideas, beliefs, and behaviors. Social influences by the actions or thoughts of others change an individual. Examples of social influence can be seen in socialisation and peer pressure. This is the effect of other people on a person's behavior. Interpersonal identity development occurs during exploratory self-analysis and self-evaluation ending at various time with the establishment of an easy-to-understand and consolidative sense of self or identity."
from Wiki
from Wiki
Monday, October 6, 2008
Friday, October 3, 2008
Bookmarks not books.Period.
Not in a distant day from today we will show off our friends our bookmark collection and books will remain a collectors desire.
You will see it...
You will see it...
Monday, September 29, 2008
Boris?
"In early May 2008, the newly elected Mayor of London Boris Johnson announced that drinking of alcohol would be banned on public transport from the start of the next month. Many people then thought up the idea of a Circle Line Party to be held at the end of the month to celebrate the last night of legal drinking on the London Underground, and spread the idea on the social networking website Facebook. The plan quickly received media attention and was mentioned in several newspapers. [1]
On 31 May 2008, the night itself, thousands of people attended, the largest Circle Line Party ever. Some had come in costumes ranging from 1920s prohibition to dressing up as Boris Johnson himself. Although mostly peaceful, seventeen people were arrested by police due to disorderly behaviour, six tube stations were closed and eventually the entire Circle Line was suspended for the rest of the night. [2]
Hatred for London's new mayor was rife along the Circle Line as partygoers jumped up and down singing "Boris is a wanker" in unison." from Wikipedia
Check the party video here on the top yellow box and this tackle
On 31 May 2008, the night itself, thousands of people attended, the largest Circle Line Party ever. Some had come in costumes ranging from 1920s prohibition to dressing up as Boris Johnson himself. Although mostly peaceful, seventeen people were arrested by police due to disorderly behaviour, six tube stations were closed and eventually the entire Circle Line was suspended for the rest of the night. [2]
Hatred for London's new mayor was rife along the Circle Line as partygoers jumped up and down singing "Boris is a wanker" in unison." from Wikipedia
Check the party video here on the top yellow box and this tackle
The not so untrue story...
I soon understood that the consultancy business was not for me...
That happened when I started to be fed up of being alone with my computer programming while avoiding at any cost to lunch alone...
I started to make my moves on the professional world. Firstly, I got accepted to Shanghai. Secondly, I postponed for, maybe, California. Thirdly, I abandoned France and ended up setting all my life, including, house, refundable tickets and parties at Shanghai again.
At last, London called, in 3 weeks time I finished an internship, flew to Tampere, wrote a kind of thesis, presented it without any enthusiasm, cancelled Shanghai and set up my life around a tennis court.
And therefore, my faithful 3 readers I present you this video...
that means: I don't have any fucking idea about tomorrow!...and it is nice!
That happened when I started to be fed up of being alone with my computer programming while avoiding at any cost to lunch alone...
I started to make my moves on the professional world. Firstly, I got accepted to Shanghai. Secondly, I postponed for, maybe, California. Thirdly, I abandoned France and ended up setting all my life, including, house, refundable tickets and parties at Shanghai again.
At last, London called, in 3 weeks time I finished an internship, flew to Tampere, wrote a kind of thesis, presented it without any enthusiasm, cancelled Shanghai and set up my life around a tennis court.
And therefore, my faithful 3 readers I present you this video...
that means: I don't have any fucking idea about tomorrow!...and it is nice!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
To Kika and Becky...
Not so long time ago I had two Americans guests. I truly found by Americans and, even here in UK, two of my closest friends are Americans.
Nevertheless, a discussion erupted, especially with Becky, after just some words about the Twin Towers.
I could not change their mind to see the world as I do and they could no do the same.
Kika, was one the sweetest people I ever met. Unfortunately, we could never come to an agreement on many occasions. One of the last time we spoke, tears were rolling over her face while airport staff were calling her to board her transatlantic trip, and she said to me:"I learned a lot with you".
Nevertheless, I feel I learnt much more with her...
Nevertheless, a discussion erupted, especially with Becky, after just some words about the Twin Towers.
I could not change their mind to see the world as I do and they could no do the same.
Kika, was one the sweetest people I ever met. Unfortunately, we could never come to an agreement on many occasions. One of the last time we spoke, tears were rolling over her face while airport staff were calling her to board her transatlantic trip, and she said to me:"I learned a lot with you".
Nevertheless, I feel I learnt much more with her...
Garbage bins...
Update:http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=jKU3jm4sjZE
London is a city were you can feel the fear...
It's the "do not leave your luggage unattended", "if you see something suspicious, please report", the continuous "fatalities" announcements around the Tube or Railways and, of course, the 500.000 CCTV.
One of the most famous cases concerns the death of a fellow Brazilian called Menezes by a the police.
On this way, garbage bins are scarce and most of times locked by their owners.
Rubbish is all across the main streets and gets bigger during all day...
The Tube is always full of rubbish, from old newspapers to McDonalds take-away bags.
At least it is a good idea for reducing costs on garbage collection...
London is a city were you can feel the fear...
It's the "do not leave your luggage unattended", "if you see something suspicious, please report", the continuous "fatalities" announcements around the Tube or Railways and, of course, the 500.000 CCTV.
One of the most famous cases concerns the death of a fellow Brazilian called Menezes by a the police.
On this way, garbage bins are scarce and most of times locked by their owners.
Rubbish is all across the main streets and gets bigger during all day...
The Tube is always full of rubbish, from old newspapers to McDonalds take-away bags.
At least it is a good idea for reducing costs on garbage collection...
My sister on the Internet
I still remember the first day I connected to the Internet and I remember how difficult it was.
The first computer I ever had was my fathers' Amstrad. It would run MS-DOS and read Floppy Disks of the size of my hand. I disassembled it and assembled it again several times and I am already wondering if one day I will take out from the garage and it will still be able to run its only application: Lotus.
My father had a Compaq using Win 3.1 which he was not keen on let me use it. The only thing he would let me do for many years was playing Solitaire and make drawings on the Paintbrush, someday he would let me print these drawings on the magnetic printer in black and white. I just hope someone kept one of this master pieces.
I finally convinced my father to buy me a personal computer, it was meant to come in Christmas Day but it did not arrived. Finally, by the end of February we bought it. A brand new Pentium II 300Mhz, what a blast! It even had a Voodoo Banshee VGA board to play The Sims I ou GTA II.
My home did not had a land line phone, so I had to install one on my name as no one at home wanted it, and so I did it.
I bought the famous Diamond Supra 56K and in the late 90's as you can imagine the internet was not very similar to what it is now. This modem was so good that one day I sold it for the same price I bought it but that's another story...
I did not bought my sister but eventually one day she showed up at home, she is smaller than the table kitchen but already owns a Centrino with Windows XP, which she uses to play her +4 rated games, while learning by try-and-error, to match letters with objects and all this amusing stuff made for her age.
I had to start with Alex Kid in the Miraculous World on my Master System which was far less didactic.
She doesn't know, by far, how to write down her name but we wrote her name in a board in capital letters and she copies it to log in her games because they need an user name. It is funny to see her struggling to enter her username by franticly search the keyboard for "F", "I", "L" and so on, till writing her name "Filipa".
Even funnier was that after she log I tried to play her game, eventually showing off her how to do it. Fool of me. I could barely understand how to browse all those vivid color and objects in the screen: red balloons for the balloon game, black door for exiting, etc.
Our progenitor told me later that she had already completed all the assignments available on that game and she was waiting for me to install something new.
It seems new time I will have to install her something more difficult maybe some endless RPG or just give her the admin password for her to install whatever she likes...
This is to say, the world had changed and the big web is one of its reasons. Either you believe it or not.
Imagining how the future is a very creative mental exercise. You imagine things that do not exist and then put all the existing pieces together in order to make it happen.
I believe on internet and the browser. I do not believe on the hardware and its OS.
From my point of view (and not only), Internet will over take all other applications. We are/will edit our documents, store our music, use maps, contacts online. But not only: we will massify the use of heavy applications like ERPs, graphic and video editor programs.
The reason is simple: if we can have the same usability, look-n-feel and performance that a fat client can provide us on the most lightweigthed client that exists, the browser, why the well will I have to bother with installations, memory and hard drive problems and other technical problems.
The future of software applications is being twisted because of the massive internet infrastructure and by now nobody needs to wonder himself why Google was so keen on MS Office Engineers, or do you?
Happy comments,
TM
Update: During one of my reads on the FT I came across the gadget column. Check this Web OS : http://g.ho.st
The first computer I ever had was my fathers' Amstrad. It would run MS-DOS and read Floppy Disks of the size of my hand. I disassembled it and assembled it again several times and I am already wondering if one day I will take out from the garage and it will still be able to run its only application: Lotus.
My father had a Compaq using Win 3.1 which he was not keen on let me use it. The only thing he would let me do for many years was playing Solitaire and make drawings on the Paintbrush, someday he would let me print these drawings on the magnetic printer in black and white. I just hope someone kept one of this master pieces.
I finally convinced my father to buy me a personal computer, it was meant to come in Christmas Day but it did not arrived. Finally, by the end of February we bought it. A brand new Pentium II 300Mhz, what a blast! It even had a Voodoo Banshee VGA board to play The Sims I ou GTA II.
My home did not had a land line phone, so I had to install one on my name as no one at home wanted it, and so I did it.
I bought the famous Diamond Supra 56K and in the late 90's as you can imagine the internet was not very similar to what it is now. This modem was so good that one day I sold it for the same price I bought it but that's another story...
I did not bought my sister but eventually one day she showed up at home, she is smaller than the table kitchen but already owns a Centrino with Windows XP, which she uses to play her +4 rated games, while learning by try-and-error, to match letters with objects and all this amusing stuff made for her age.
I had to start with Alex Kid in the Miraculous World on my Master System which was far less didactic.
She doesn't know, by far, how to write down her name but we wrote her name in a board in capital letters and she copies it to log in her games because they need an user name. It is funny to see her struggling to enter her username by franticly search the keyboard for "F", "I", "L" and so on, till writing her name "Filipa".
Even funnier was that after she log I tried to play her game, eventually showing off her how to do it. Fool of me. I could barely understand how to browse all those vivid color and objects in the screen: red balloons for the balloon game, black door for exiting, etc.
Our progenitor told me later that she had already completed all the assignments available on that game and she was waiting for me to install something new.
It seems new time I will have to install her something more difficult maybe some endless RPG or just give her the admin password for her to install whatever she likes...
This is to say, the world had changed and the big web is one of its reasons. Either you believe it or not.
Imagining how the future is a very creative mental exercise. You imagine things that do not exist and then put all the existing pieces together in order to make it happen.
I believe on internet and the browser. I do not believe on the hardware and its OS.
From my point of view (and not only), Internet will over take all other applications. We are/will edit our documents, store our music, use maps, contacts online. But not only: we will massify the use of heavy applications like ERPs, graphic and video editor programs.
The reason is simple: if we can have the same usability, look-n-feel and performance that a fat client can provide us on the most lightweigthed client that exists, the browser, why the well will I have to bother with installations, memory and hard drive problems and other technical problems.
The future of software applications is being twisted because of the massive internet infrastructure and by now nobody needs to wonder himself why Google was so keen on MS Office Engineers, or do you?
Happy comments,
TM
Update: During one of my reads on the FT I came across the gadget column. Check this Web OS : http://g.ho.st
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Leisure time...
Whenever I have free time I spend it organizing my life...
That includes, most of the times, organizing my email accounts.
My GMail is so organized that it scares me a bit.
I will give this statistics:
10 Distinct Email Accounts :: bombing my default GMail account with emails;
14 Active Filters :: They automate and facilitate my control over my mailbox;
4 GTD Buckets :: A more complex approach for a To-Do list
IMAP Enabled :: Thunderbird as my email client to process emails when I am offline
800+ Contacts :: Over 800 different contacts gathered for a couple of years
20+ Mailing List Member :: I am an active member/admin on over 20 ML especially Google and Yahoo Groups
Right now: 18669 is the total numbers of emails and 1833 MB is the size of all that.
There is a lot of Spam / Social Networks / Whatever websites making my mailbox bigger everyday... but that is another story.
Cheers,
TM
That includes, most of the times, organizing my email accounts.
My GMail is so organized that it scares me a bit.
I will give this statistics:
10 Distinct Email Accounts :: bombing my default GMail account with emails;
14 Active Filters :: They automate and facilitate my control over my mailbox;
4 GTD Buckets :: A more complex approach for a To-Do list
IMAP Enabled :: Thunderbird as my email client to process emails when I am offline
800+ Contacts :: Over 800 different contacts gathered for a couple of years
20+ Mailing List Member :: I am an active member/admin on over 20 ML especially Google and Yahoo Groups
Right now: 18669 is the total numbers of emails and 1833 MB is the size of all that.
There is a lot of Spam / Social Networks / Whatever websites making my mailbox bigger everyday... but that is another story.
Cheers,
TM
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
The scream...
O que dizer a este "The Scream"?
"Bom dia "escola",
Como devem saber, a AE da "escola" criou agora o seu canal de TV!
Que dizem a aproveitar esta ferramenta para melhorar o nosso estilo de vida?
Ora vejamos, estudar numa "escola" com cerca de 2 mil raparigas seria, para o comum dos putanheiros: Porreiro! ou mesmo "Im-pa-ca-vel!"
Esse não é o caso na "escola", pois destas 2 mil "raparigas" (vá vamos dar de garantido que tudo o que usa vestido e saia nesta faculdade pode entrar na categoria rapariga, embora ninguem me tire da cabeça que muitas "delas" têm um mambo maior que o meu, o que, como muitas de vocês sabem, é obra!) aproveitam-se para o acto sexual cerca de 200! E atenção, estamos a enviar os padrõezinhos bem lá para baixo!
O que eu não percebo é porque é que tudo o que é camafeu mete na cabeça que o que é fixe é ser engenheira?
Primeiro de tudo: Não é! Depois, mesmo que fosse, e que de facto viessem para cá algumas gostosas, encontramo-nos numa situação em que temos 5000 gajos sedentos de espetar o touço em tudo que mexe!
Convenhamos, esta competição, embora fraca, não facilita nada a vida...
E agora vocês dizem:
Está certo Geraldão, isso é tudo muito correcto, tu és mesmo um gajo belo e atento, tens o dom da palavra e do orgão sexual, mas e soluções que é bom, também as tens?
Para já, estamos no bom caminho, a AE da "escola" apercebendo-se da crise de mulas, fez já uma deslocação estratégica no sentido do tesouro (a "escola" do lado), o novo edificio da associação foi colocado geometricamente no local mais próximo possível da "escola" onde realmente existe febra de atestada qualidade. No entanto, isso nao é suficiente para satisfazer a procura, não podemos parar por aqui, sugiro então algumas acções promocionais para enriquecer o património quengal da "escola":
Por exemplo, a colocação de olheiros nas associações de estudantes das secundárias do norte do país de modo a seleccionar as melhores dessas escolas para participarem no dia aberto da "escola"!
Caso, chegado esse dia, aparecessem fêmeas feias, por alguma falha no processo de prospecção, uma medida de controlo de danos seria que essas feiosas fossem acompanhadas no dia aberto pelas comissões de praxe, isso serviria para afugentar muitas delas.
Já as outras tesudas passear-se-iam pela mui nobre comigo. Quanto muito podiam ser também acompanhadas por mais alguns engatatões, escolhidos num concurso Mister boxer molhado a realizar debaixo da cantina ficando o Sr Júlio encarregado de manusear a mangueira...
Peço a quem de direito que ponha mão neste processo metódico de captação de beldades, para que todos punhamos a mão numas marufas decentes por uma vez na vida!
Naturalmente, temos que salientar o esforço que a direcção da "escola" tem feito nos últimos anos ao criar cursos suficientemente amaricados por forma a atrair mais raparigas para a "escola". Contudo, os resultados têm sido escassos e como tal é preciso continuar a demanda.
Vejamos o caso de sucesso da "escola dos brinquedos".
Há gajas boas na "escola dos brinquedos"?
Sim, há bastantes! - toda a gente concorda- Agora acham que isso caiu do céu?
Não, tal como nós, alguém preocupado e apaixonado pela sua "escola" decidiu chamar a atenção para a fraca qualidade das mulas "estudantes de brinquedos", e engendrou um plano na altura ambicioso para atrair as quenguitas. Para esse efeito escolheram um "profissional de brinquedos" de renome e fizeram uma série de vídeos, mais tarde publicados "acidentalmente", em que o Sr Professor Doutor malhava as suas alunas ao som de palavras de ordem como: "Aguenta!", "Não chora!", "Ai que bela enrabadela que eu vou dar no cu desta queridaaa...", "Pronto, pronto, está toooooodo la dentro!", "Está tooooodo no cu da Fatinha..."; e coincidência das coincidências, é ver agora o desfile de badalhocas esculturais nas "escolas dos brinquedos" deste país! Está na hora de nos guiarmos pelo melhores e aplicarmos este tipo de técnica infalivel à nossa "escola".
É aqui que o novo canal da AE da "escola" pode desempenhar um papel de relevo.
Vamos lá raciocinar, sendo o nosso objectivo tornar a "escola" quenga friendly, quem é o nosso target? Quenguinhas de 17,18 anos! E o que é que elas gostam de ver e comentar?
Novelas teenagers! Estilo morangos com açucar e rebelde way!
Que propomos nós fazer? Criar a "estudantes da escola" açucaradas on the way!”, a novela juvenil passada na "escola" em que jovens roliças interagem entre si e com os amigos sem qualquer tipo de preconceito ou tabu. Queremos passar a ideia que na "escola" as gostosas podem dar azo a toda a sua libertinagem. Procuramos miúdas que gostem de uns linguados com a amiga boazona nas pausas do estudo de resistência de materiais, que nao sejam ciumentas e partilhem o namorado com as suas amigas!
Claro está, tudo isto não passam de meras sugestões, ideias, pavões, sonhos, pêssegos, desejos...
Estamos naturalmente tão abertos a criticas, como esperamos estejam as caloiras em relaçao ao coito.
Saudações ex-"escolais",
Victor e Franxisco
Aguardamos as vossas respostas, se possível para aividavida@gmail.com , dado que esta conta si da "escola" será provavelmente bloqueada dentro de horas, ou então o nosso trabalho não foi bem feito.
Este e-mail segue em homenagem a André Maia: Que tenhas encontrado a paz onde quer que estejas!"
adapatado de André Maia
"Bom dia "escola",
Como devem saber, a AE da "escola" criou agora o seu canal de TV!
Que dizem a aproveitar esta ferramenta para melhorar o nosso estilo de vida?
Ora vejamos, estudar numa "escola" com cerca de 2 mil raparigas seria, para o comum dos putanheiros: Porreiro! ou mesmo "Im-pa-ca-vel!"
Esse não é o caso na "escola", pois destas 2 mil "raparigas" (vá vamos dar de garantido que tudo o que usa vestido e saia nesta faculdade pode entrar na categoria rapariga, embora ninguem me tire da cabeça que muitas "delas" têm um mambo maior que o meu, o que, como muitas de vocês sabem, é obra!) aproveitam-se para o acto sexual cerca de 200! E atenção, estamos a enviar os padrõezinhos bem lá para baixo!
O que eu não percebo é porque é que tudo o que é camafeu mete na cabeça que o que é fixe é ser engenheira?
Primeiro de tudo: Não é! Depois, mesmo que fosse, e que de facto viessem para cá algumas gostosas, encontramo-nos numa situação em que temos 5000 gajos sedentos de espetar o touço em tudo que mexe!
Convenhamos, esta competição, embora fraca, não facilita nada a vida...
E agora vocês dizem:
Está certo Geraldão, isso é tudo muito correcto, tu és mesmo um gajo belo e atento, tens o dom da palavra e do orgão sexual, mas e soluções que é bom, também as tens?
Para já, estamos no bom caminho, a AE da "escola" apercebendo-se da crise de mulas, fez já uma deslocação estratégica no sentido do tesouro (a "escola" do lado), o novo edificio da associação foi colocado geometricamente no local mais próximo possível da "escola" onde realmente existe febra de atestada qualidade. No entanto, isso nao é suficiente para satisfazer a procura, não podemos parar por aqui, sugiro então algumas acções promocionais para enriquecer o património quengal da "escola":
Por exemplo, a colocação de olheiros nas associações de estudantes das secundárias do norte do país de modo a seleccionar as melhores dessas escolas para participarem no dia aberto da "escola"!
Caso, chegado esse dia, aparecessem fêmeas feias, por alguma falha no processo de prospecção, uma medida de controlo de danos seria que essas feiosas fossem acompanhadas no dia aberto pelas comissões de praxe, isso serviria para afugentar muitas delas.
Já as outras tesudas passear-se-iam pela mui nobre comigo. Quanto muito podiam ser também acompanhadas por mais alguns engatatões, escolhidos num concurso Mister boxer molhado a realizar debaixo da cantina ficando o Sr Júlio encarregado de manusear a mangueira...
Peço a quem de direito que ponha mão neste processo metódico de captação de beldades, para que todos punhamos a mão numas marufas decentes por uma vez na vida!
Naturalmente, temos que salientar o esforço que a direcção da "escola" tem feito nos últimos anos ao criar cursos suficientemente amaricados por forma a atrair mais raparigas para a "escola". Contudo, os resultados têm sido escassos e como tal é preciso continuar a demanda.
Vejamos o caso de sucesso da "escola dos brinquedos".
Há gajas boas na "escola dos brinquedos"?
Sim, há bastantes! - toda a gente concorda- Agora acham que isso caiu do céu?
Não, tal como nós, alguém preocupado e apaixonado pela sua "escola" decidiu chamar a atenção para a fraca qualidade das mulas "estudantes de brinquedos", e engendrou um plano na altura ambicioso para atrair as quenguitas. Para esse efeito escolheram um "profissional de brinquedos" de renome e fizeram uma série de vídeos, mais tarde publicados "acidentalmente", em que o Sr Professor Doutor malhava as suas alunas ao som de palavras de ordem como: "Aguenta!", "Não chora!", "Ai que bela enrabadela que eu vou dar no cu desta queridaaa...", "Pronto, pronto, está toooooodo la dentro!", "Está tooooodo no cu da Fatinha..."; e coincidência das coincidências, é ver agora o desfile de badalhocas esculturais nas "escolas dos brinquedos" deste país! Está na hora de nos guiarmos pelo melhores e aplicarmos este tipo de técnica infalivel à nossa "escola".
É aqui que o novo canal da AE da "escola" pode desempenhar um papel de relevo.
Vamos lá raciocinar, sendo o nosso objectivo tornar a "escola" quenga friendly, quem é o nosso target? Quenguinhas de 17,18 anos! E o que é que elas gostam de ver e comentar?
Novelas teenagers! Estilo morangos com açucar e rebelde way!
Que propomos nós fazer? Criar a "estudantes da escola" açucaradas on the way!”, a novela juvenil passada na "escola" em que jovens roliças interagem entre si e com os amigos sem qualquer tipo de preconceito ou tabu. Queremos passar a ideia que na "escola" as gostosas podem dar azo a toda a sua libertinagem. Procuramos miúdas que gostem de uns linguados com a amiga boazona nas pausas do estudo de resistência de materiais, que nao sejam ciumentas e partilhem o namorado com as suas amigas!
Claro está, tudo isto não passam de meras sugestões, ideias, pavões, sonhos, pêssegos, desejos...
Estamos naturalmente tão abertos a criticas, como esperamos estejam as caloiras em relaçao ao coito.
Saudações ex-"escolais",
Victor e Franxisco
Aguardamos as vossas respostas, se possível para aividavida@gmail.com , dado que esta conta si da "escola" será provavelmente bloqueada dentro de horas, ou então o nosso trabalho não foi bem feito.
Este e-mail segue em homenagem a André Maia: Que tenhas encontrado a paz onde quer que estejas!"
adapatado de André Maia
Monday, September 15, 2008
Sair, aprender e ter iniciativa
Manuel Caldeira Cabral
Sair, aprender e ter iniciativa
Os universitários portugueses estão cada vez mais diferentes dos europeus. A maioria vive em casa dos pais, não trabalha durante o curso e vai de carro para a universidade. Nada disto os estimula a serem empreendedores ou a amadurecerem para a realidade profissional mais dura que terão de enfrentar.
Nos últimos 20 anos o sistema universitário português convergiu com o dos restantes países europeus em muitos aspectos. Hoje os alunos entram para universidades com uma elevada proporção de docentes doutorados no estrangeiro, que em muitos casos ensinam as mesmas matérias que leccionaram em Inglaterra ou nos Estados Unidos da América. A Internet dá-lhes acesso aos mesmos conteúdos que os seus colegas europeus, uma realidade distante da vivida no passado em que dependiam de bibliotecas mal apetrechadas. E o programa Erasmus trouxe também excelentes oportunidades.
O outro lado da moeda surge quando se olha para estatísticas onde se lê que Portugal é o segundo país da União Europeia com maior percentagem de estudantes universitários a viver em casa dos pais e a estudar na mesma cidade onde cresceram, sendo simultaneamente um dos três países da UE onde menor percentagem dos universitários trabalha durante o curso. Na Suécia, um dos países mais ricos da Europa, cerca de 60% dos alunos trabalham durante o curso. Em Portugal são menos de 15%.
Nestes aspectos a experiência vivida nas universidades portuguesas é muito diferente da europeia, e tornou-se ainda mais diferente nos últimos 10 anos. A expansão das vagas permitiu aos estudantes um maior leque de hipóteses. A maioria dos alunos escolheu ficar na universidade ou politécnico mais próximo de casa. O resultado foi a criação de universidades mais regionais, onde a maioria dos alunos têm mais de 80% de colegas da mesma região. A isto acresce que, em média, apenas têm 0,7% de colegas oriundos de outros países comunitários.
A decisão de ficar em casa dos pais em muitos casos é determinada por factores económicos. No entanto, o parque automóvel de metade dos estudantes e sua expansão nos últimos anos demonstra bem que em muitos outros casos não o é. Os estudantes portugueses são os únicos europeus para quem o carro é o meio de transporte mais usado para chegar à universidade.
Porque é que isto é importante? Quais são as implicações destas diferenças?
Para a maioria dos jovens europeus a experiência universitária passa por conquistar um espaço de autonomia individual, com mais liberdade mas também maior responsabilidade. Os estudantes ingleses ou holandeses aprendem a cuidar de si e a serem independentes. Têm de trabalhar para poder fazer viagens ou comprar uma guitarra. Têm de gerir a sua própria vida e o seu orçamento. Quando saem do curso muitos têm experiência de trabalhar e de valorizar o dinheiro ganho com esforço.
A maioria dos seus colegas portugueses tem o carro que os pais lhes oferecem, se oferecerem, e faz as férias que os pais lhes pagam. O que conseguem ter ou fazer não depende em nada da sua iniciativa ou do seu esforço. Esta é uma lição de "desempreendorismo" que vão aprender durante três, quatro ou cinco anos de universidade.
Por outro lado, acabam o curso já com o vício de ter carro e o hábito de viver numa casa com as condições que os seus pais apenas conquistaram aos 50 anos. Depois entram num mercado de trabalho onde dificilmente conseguirão um rendimento que permita tais "luxos". Situação que, aliada ao facto de maioritariamente estudarem na cidade onde cresceram, limita fortemente a sua mobilidade geográfica. Já a maioria dos estudantes europeus sai de casa aos 17 anos, mudando de cidade. E depois, muitas vezes, aos 21 começa a trabalhar numa cidade diferente. Esta mobilidade permite um melhor encontro entre as qualificações dos licenciados e o que o mercado procura, ajudando a diminuir o desemprego e a aumentar a produtividade.
Em Portugal acaba por se criar um ambiente que faz com que a experiência universitária para muitos alunos seja um prolongar dos anos de liceu. Mantêm os mesmos amigos, continuam em casa da família, gastam muitas horas a ver televisão e não criam novos hábitos culturais. Este facto é, aliás, muito comentado pelos alunos que regressam do programa Erasmus. A participação neste programa europeu é, sem dúvida, um dos aspectos mais positivos dos últimos anos. A percentagem de alunos portugueses a estudar noutros países europeus aumentou entre 1998 e 2005 e manteve-se ligeiramente acima da média europeia. Ainda assim só entre 5 a 10% dos alunos beneficiam desta experiência.
O exemplo do programa Erasmus ou dos programas de mobilidade internacional para recém-licenciados servem para mostrar que há oportunidades muito interessantes. E existem tanto no estrangeiro como em Portugal. Quem ensina vê muitos alunos a aproveitá-las ou mesmo a criá-las, envolvendo-se com Organizações Não Governamentais, participando em grupos de teatro, orquestras, tunas, coros e muitas outras actividades em que vão aprender tanto ou mais que nas cadeiras do curso. Vê que os alunos que saem do seu conforto e têm iniciativa aprendem muito com esta experiência. Mas vê também que ainda são uma minoria.
São os alunos que têm de decidir se querem aproveitar estas oportunidades. Mas cabe aos pais e aos professores incentivá-los a quererem ser diferentes, a estarem abertos a novas experiências e a interessarem-se por aprender. Infelizmente na próxima semana começa a praxe nas universidades, que se prolonga por vários meses, seguindo um modelo do tipo militar, em que os alunos ficam em sentido, marcham e recebem ordens e insultos como se estivessem na recruta. Modelo que serve bem os propósitos da formação de soldados, onde a uniformização e o sacrifício do indivíduo face ao grupo são objectivos importantes, mas que dificilmente se percebe na universidade, onde a criatividade, inteligência e imaginação deviam liderar.
Sair, aprender e ter iniciativa
Os universitários portugueses estão cada vez mais diferentes dos europeus. A maioria vive em casa dos pais, não trabalha durante o curso e vai de carro para a universidade. Nada disto os estimula a serem empreendedores ou a amadurecerem para a realidade profissional mais dura que terão de enfrentar.
Nos últimos 20 anos o sistema universitário português convergiu com o dos restantes países europeus em muitos aspectos. Hoje os alunos entram para universidades com uma elevada proporção de docentes doutorados no estrangeiro, que em muitos casos ensinam as mesmas matérias que leccionaram em Inglaterra ou nos Estados Unidos da América. A Internet dá-lhes acesso aos mesmos conteúdos que os seus colegas europeus, uma realidade distante da vivida no passado em que dependiam de bibliotecas mal apetrechadas. E o programa Erasmus trouxe também excelentes oportunidades.
O outro lado da moeda surge quando se olha para estatísticas onde se lê que Portugal é o segundo país da União Europeia com maior percentagem de estudantes universitários a viver em casa dos pais e a estudar na mesma cidade onde cresceram, sendo simultaneamente um dos três países da UE onde menor percentagem dos universitários trabalha durante o curso. Na Suécia, um dos países mais ricos da Europa, cerca de 60% dos alunos trabalham durante o curso. Em Portugal são menos de 15%.
Nestes aspectos a experiência vivida nas universidades portuguesas é muito diferente da europeia, e tornou-se ainda mais diferente nos últimos 10 anos. A expansão das vagas permitiu aos estudantes um maior leque de hipóteses. A maioria dos alunos escolheu ficar na universidade ou politécnico mais próximo de casa. O resultado foi a criação de universidades mais regionais, onde a maioria dos alunos têm mais de 80% de colegas da mesma região. A isto acresce que, em média, apenas têm 0,7% de colegas oriundos de outros países comunitários.
A decisão de ficar em casa dos pais em muitos casos é determinada por factores económicos. No entanto, o parque automóvel de metade dos estudantes e sua expansão nos últimos anos demonstra bem que em muitos outros casos não o é. Os estudantes portugueses são os únicos europeus para quem o carro é o meio de transporte mais usado para chegar à universidade.
Porque é que isto é importante? Quais são as implicações destas diferenças?
Para a maioria dos jovens europeus a experiência universitária passa por conquistar um espaço de autonomia individual, com mais liberdade mas também maior responsabilidade. Os estudantes ingleses ou holandeses aprendem a cuidar de si e a serem independentes. Têm de trabalhar para poder fazer viagens ou comprar uma guitarra. Têm de gerir a sua própria vida e o seu orçamento. Quando saem do curso muitos têm experiência de trabalhar e de valorizar o dinheiro ganho com esforço.
A maioria dos seus colegas portugueses tem o carro que os pais lhes oferecem, se oferecerem, e faz as férias que os pais lhes pagam. O que conseguem ter ou fazer não depende em nada da sua iniciativa ou do seu esforço. Esta é uma lição de "desempreendorismo" que vão aprender durante três, quatro ou cinco anos de universidade.
Por outro lado, acabam o curso já com o vício de ter carro e o hábito de viver numa casa com as condições que os seus pais apenas conquistaram aos 50 anos. Depois entram num mercado de trabalho onde dificilmente conseguirão um rendimento que permita tais "luxos". Situação que, aliada ao facto de maioritariamente estudarem na cidade onde cresceram, limita fortemente a sua mobilidade geográfica. Já a maioria dos estudantes europeus sai de casa aos 17 anos, mudando de cidade. E depois, muitas vezes, aos 21 começa a trabalhar numa cidade diferente. Esta mobilidade permite um melhor encontro entre as qualificações dos licenciados e o que o mercado procura, ajudando a diminuir o desemprego e a aumentar a produtividade.
Em Portugal acaba por se criar um ambiente que faz com que a experiência universitária para muitos alunos seja um prolongar dos anos de liceu. Mantêm os mesmos amigos, continuam em casa da família, gastam muitas horas a ver televisão e não criam novos hábitos culturais. Este facto é, aliás, muito comentado pelos alunos que regressam do programa Erasmus. A participação neste programa europeu é, sem dúvida, um dos aspectos mais positivos dos últimos anos. A percentagem de alunos portugueses a estudar noutros países europeus aumentou entre 1998 e 2005 e manteve-se ligeiramente acima da média europeia. Ainda assim só entre 5 a 10% dos alunos beneficiam desta experiência.
O exemplo do programa Erasmus ou dos programas de mobilidade internacional para recém-licenciados servem para mostrar que há oportunidades muito interessantes. E existem tanto no estrangeiro como em Portugal. Quem ensina vê muitos alunos a aproveitá-las ou mesmo a criá-las, envolvendo-se com Organizações Não Governamentais, participando em grupos de teatro, orquestras, tunas, coros e muitas outras actividades em que vão aprender tanto ou mais que nas cadeiras do curso. Vê que os alunos que saem do seu conforto e têm iniciativa aprendem muito com esta experiência. Mas vê também que ainda são uma minoria.
São os alunos que têm de decidir se querem aproveitar estas oportunidades. Mas cabe aos pais e aos professores incentivá-los a quererem ser diferentes, a estarem abertos a novas experiências e a interessarem-se por aprender. Infelizmente na próxima semana começa a praxe nas universidades, que se prolonga por vários meses, seguindo um modelo do tipo militar, em que os alunos ficam em sentido, marcham e recebem ordens e insultos como se estivessem na recruta. Modelo que serve bem os propósitos da formação de soldados, onde a uniformização e o sacrifício do indivíduo face ao grupo são objectivos importantes, mas que dificilmente se percebe na universidade, onde a criatividade, inteligência e imaginação deviam liderar.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
"estou sempre a comer bifes e esparguete"
No comments.
In fact, this is the commment:
http://www.cookingforengineers.com/
In fact, this is the commment:
http://www.cookingforengineers.com/
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Funny to check I have been on the site where they make the 2nd most expensive phone in the world.Check it, here
"Vertu is now taking orders for the Signature Cobra, designed by French jeweler Boucheron, but you had better be quick as only 8 are being made! The Cobra will feature one pear-cut diamond, one round white diamond, two emerald eyes and 439 rubies. Vertu will also be offering a “cheaper” version, ruby free, at $115,000 (£62,162)."
Why not the same in Camdbridge?
http://theplug.net/28/strangerphotos.htm
... forget it... too many ugly people!
... forget it... too many ugly people!
Saturday, August 30, 2008
My sister on the Internet
I still remember the first day I connected to the Internet and I remember how difficult it was.
The first computer I ever had was my fathers' Amstrad. It would run MS-DOS and read Floppy Disks of the size of my hand. I disassembled it and assembled it again several times and I am already wondering if one day I will take out from the garage and it will still be able to run its only application: Lotus.
My father had a Compaq using Win 3.1 which he was not keen on let me use it. The only thing he would let me do for many years was playing Solitaire and make drawings on the Paintbrush, someday he would let me print these drawings on the magnetic printer in black and white. I just hope someone kept one of this master pieces.
I finally convinced my father to buy me a personal computer, it was meant to come in Christmas Day but it did not arrived. Finally, by the end of February we bought it. A brand new Pentium II 300Mhz, what a blast! It even had a Voodo Banshee VGA board to play The Sims I ou GTA II.
My home did not had a landline phone, so I had to install one on my name as no one at home wanted it, and so I did it.
I bought the famous Diamond Supra 56K and in the late 90's as you can imagine the internet was not very similiar to what it is now. This modem was so good that one day I sold it for the same price I bought it but that's another story...
I did not bought my sister but eventually one day she showed up at home, she is smaller than the table kitchen but already owns a Centrino with Windows XP, which she uses to play her +4 rated games, while learning by try-and-error, to match letters with objects and all this amusing stuff made for her age.
I had to start with Alex Kid in the Miraculous World on my Master System which was far less didactic.
She doesn't know, by far, how to write down her name but we wrote her name in a board in capital letters and she copies it to log in her games because they need an user name. It is funny to see her struggling to enter her username by freneticly search the keyboard for "F", "I", "L" and so on, till writing her name "Filipa".
Even funnier was that after she log I tried to play her game, eventually showing off her how to do it. Fool of me. I could barely understand how to browse all those vivid color and objects in the screen: red balloons for the balloon game, black door for exiting, etc.
Our progenitor told me later that she had already completed all the assignments available on that game and she was waiting for me to install something new.
It seems new time I will have to install her something more difficult maybe some endless RPG or just give her the admin passowrd for her to install whatever she likes...
This is to say, the world had changed and the big web is one of its reasons. Either you believe it or not.
Imagining how the future is a very creative mental exercise. You imagine things that do not exist and then put all the existing pieces together in order to make it happen.
I believe on internet and the browser. I do not believe on the hardware and its OS.
From my point of view (and not only), Internet will over take all other aplications. We are/will edit our documents, store our music, use maps, contacts online. But not only: we will massify the use of heavy applications like ERPs, graphic and video editor programs.
The reason is simple: if we can have the same usability, look-n-feel and performance that a fat client can provide us on the most lightweigthed client that exists, the browser, why the well will I have to bother with installations, memory and hard drive problems and other tecnhicall problems.
The future of software applications is being twisted because of the massive internet infrascture and by now nobody needs to wonder himself why Google was so keen on MS Office Engineers, or do you?
Happy comments,
TM
The first computer I ever had was my fathers' Amstrad. It would run MS-DOS and read Floppy Disks of the size of my hand. I disassembled it and assembled it again several times and I am already wondering if one day I will take out from the garage and it will still be able to run its only application: Lotus.
My father had a Compaq using Win 3.1 which he was not keen on let me use it. The only thing he would let me do for many years was playing Solitaire and make drawings on the Paintbrush, someday he would let me print these drawings on the magnetic printer in black and white. I just hope someone kept one of this master pieces.
I finally convinced my father to buy me a personal computer, it was meant to come in Christmas Day but it did not arrived. Finally, by the end of February we bought it. A brand new Pentium II 300Mhz, what a blast! It even had a Voodo Banshee VGA board to play The Sims I ou GTA II.
My home did not had a landline phone, so I had to install one on my name as no one at home wanted it, and so I did it.
I bought the famous Diamond Supra 56K and in the late 90's as you can imagine the internet was not very similiar to what it is now. This modem was so good that one day I sold it for the same price I bought it but that's another story...
I did not bought my sister but eventually one day she showed up at home, she is smaller than the table kitchen but already owns a Centrino with Windows XP, which she uses to play her +4 rated games, while learning by try-and-error, to match letters with objects and all this amusing stuff made for her age.
I had to start with Alex Kid in the Miraculous World on my Master System which was far less didactic.
She doesn't know, by far, how to write down her name but we wrote her name in a board in capital letters and she copies it to log in her games because they need an user name. It is funny to see her struggling to enter her username by freneticly search the keyboard for "F", "I", "L" and so on, till writing her name "Filipa".
Even funnier was that after she log I tried to play her game, eventually showing off her how to do it. Fool of me. I could barely understand how to browse all those vivid color and objects in the screen: red balloons for the balloon game, black door for exiting, etc.
Our progenitor told me later that she had already completed all the assignments available on that game and she was waiting for me to install something new.
It seems new time I will have to install her something more difficult maybe some endless RPG or just give her the admin passowrd for her to install whatever she likes...
This is to say, the world had changed and the big web is one of its reasons. Either you believe it or not.
Imagining how the future is a very creative mental exercise. You imagine things that do not exist and then put all the existing pieces together in order to make it happen.
I believe on internet and the browser. I do not believe on the hardware and its OS.
From my point of view (and not only), Internet will over take all other aplications. We are/will edit our documents, store our music, use maps, contacts online. But not only: we will massify the use of heavy applications like ERPs, graphic and video editor programs.
The reason is simple: if we can have the same usability, look-n-feel and performance that a fat client can provide us on the most lightweigthed client that exists, the browser, why the well will I have to bother with installations, memory and hard drive problems and other tecnhicall problems.
The future of software applications is being twisted because of the massive internet infrascture and by now nobody needs to wonder himself why Google was so keen on MS Office Engineers, or do you?
Happy comments,
TM
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
The beer market...
During my times while in Germany, which were by coincidence the starting point for this blog, I always looked at the fantastic price's difference between the supermarket's beer and those sole in bars and discos.
Roughly, a beer costs ~30/40 cents. at any supermarket and, the same beer, costs 3/4/or even 5 Euros depending on the bar. It never goes under 3 Eur independently on which place you go.
The reason is simple: the waiter that picks the orders, pours the beer, brings it to the table, thanks you, register the bill, brings it to you, receives the money, gives back to you the change, thanks you again and receives a tip needs to be payed.
The problem in Portugal is that a beer in the supermarket has the same price but you can get one in any bar or disco from less that one Euro to 2, at the most 3 Euros(even if I never payed such an amount).
The reason is simple: the waiter that also picks the orders, pours the beer, brings it to the table, thanks you, register the bill, brings it to you, receives the money, gives back to you the change, thanks you again demands a lower salary and is not even offended if not tipped.
Can you see the problem here?
1.Leonardo da Vinci · Mobility
Roughly, a beer costs ~30/40 cents. at any supermarket and, the same beer, costs 3/4/or even 5 Euros depending on the bar. It never goes under 3 Eur independently on which place you go.
The reason is simple: the waiter that picks the orders, pours the beer, brings it to the table, thanks you, register the bill, brings it to you, receives the money, gives back to you the change, thanks you again and receives a tip needs to be payed.
The problem in Portugal is that a beer in the supermarket has the same price but you can get one in any bar or disco from less that one Euro to 2, at the most 3 Euros(even if I never payed such an amount).
The reason is simple: the waiter that also picks the orders, pours the beer, brings it to the table, thanks you, register the bill, brings it to you, receives the money, gives back to you the change, thanks you again demands a lower salary and is not even offended if not tipped.
Can you see the problem here?
1.Leonardo da Vinci · Mobility
2.INOV Contacto · International Internships
8.CCUSA · Work Experience USA & UK
I would add:
Work and Travel
Be posted!
P.S. Any doubt about #nums: 1,2,3,4,5,6 send an email to mailme ]at[ tiagomatos ].[ org
Saturday, June 14, 2008
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