Hi Folks,
Otima mensagem de final de ano...
1. A vida não é justa, mas ainda é boa.
2. Quando estiver em dúvida, apenas dê o próximo pequeno passo.
3. A vida é muito curta para perdermos tempo odiando alguém.
4. Seu trabalho não vai cuidar de você quando você adoecer. Seus amigos e seus pais vão. Mantenha contato.
5. Pague suas faturas de cartão de crédito todo mês.
6. Você não tem que vencer todo argumento. Concorde para discordar.
7. Chore com alguém. É mais curador do que chorar sozinho.
8. Está tudo bem em ficar bravo com Deus. Ele agüenta.
9. Poupe para aposentadoria começando com seu primeiro salário.
10. Quando se trata de chocolate, resistência é em vão.
11. Sele a paz com seu passado para que ele não estrague seu presente.
12. Está tudo bem em seus filhos te verem chorar.
13. Não compare sua vida com a dos outros. Você não tem idéia do que se trata a jornada deles.
14. Se um relacionamento tem que ser um segredo, você não deveria estar nele.
15. Tudo pode mudar num piscar de olhos; mas não se preocupe, Deus nunca pisca.
16. Respire bem fundo. Isso acalma a mente.
17. Se desfaça de tudo que não é útil, bonito e prazeroso.
18. O que não te mata, realmente te torna mais forte.
19. Nunca é tarde demais para se ter uma infância feliz. Mas a segunda só depende de você e mais ninguém.
20. Quando se trata de ir atrás do que você ama na vida, não aceite não como resposta.
21. Acenda velas, coloque os lençóis bonitos, use a lingerie elegante. Não guarde para uma ocasião especial. Hoje é especial.
22. Se prepare bastante, depois se deixe levar pela maré...
23. Seja excêntrico agora, não espere ficar velho para usar roxo.
24. O órgão sexual mais importante é o cérebro.
25. Ninguém é responsável pela sua felicidade além de você.
26. Encare cada "chamado desastre” com essas palavras: Em cinco anos, vai importar?
27. Sempre escolha a vida.
28. Perdoe tudo de todos.
29. O que outras pessoas pensam de você não é da sua conta.
30. O tempo cura quase tudo. Dê tempo.
31. Independentemente se a situação é boa ou ruim, irá mudar.
32. Não se leve tão à sério. Ninguém mais leva...
33. Acredite em milagres.
34. Deus te ama por causa de quem Deus é e não pelo o que você fez ou deixou de fazer.
35. Não faça auditoria de sua vida. Apareça e faça o melhor dela agora.
36. Envelhecer é melhor do que a alternativa: morrer jovem.
37. Seus filhos só têm uma infância.
38. Tudo o que realmente importa no final é que você amou.
39. Vá para a rua todo dia. Milagres estão esperando em todos os lugares.
40. Se todos nós jogássemos nossos problemas em uma pilha e víssemos os de todo mundo, pegaríamos os nossos de volta.
41. Inveja é perda de tempo. Você já tem tudo o que precisa.
42. O melhor está por vir.
43. Não importa como você se sinta, levante, se vista e apareça.
44. Produza.
45. A vida não vem embrulhada em um laço, mas ainda é um presente.
[Regina Brett, 90 anos, Cleaveland, OHIO]
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quarta-feira, dezembro 16, 2009
sexta-feira, julho 10, 2009
Sem limites para a Criatividade!
Hi Folks,
Na mesmice de sempre, vem a criatividade de sempre:
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Na mesmice de sempre, vem a criatividade de sempre:
APPARATI EFFIMERI Tetragram for Enlargment from Apparati Effimeri on Vimeo.
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Cliente 0.0 - The real thing!
Hi Folks,
Pra qualquer um na maravilhosa atividade de VENDAS, essas situações abaixo não são nada engraçadas... Mas, na maioria das vezes, é assim que nos sentimos.
Como dizia meu saudoso e amado avô, nos olhos dos outros é colírio...
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Pra qualquer um na maravilhosa atividade de VENDAS, essas situações abaixo não são nada engraçadas... Mas, na maioria das vezes, é assim que nos sentimos.
Como dizia meu saudoso e amado avô, nos olhos dos outros é colírio...
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sexta-feira, julho 03, 2009
Não tem perdão: União é resultado!!
Hi Folks,
Dois meses atrás, a previsão. Quarta, a realização. Um vídeo vale mais que mil gritos de torcida:
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Dois meses atrás, a previsão. Quarta, a realização. Um vídeo vale mais que mil gritos de torcida:
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quarta-feira, maio 06, 2009
Marketing evngelístico: Funciona!
Hi Folks,
Neste momento dramático de fim de primeiro tempo...
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Neste momento dramático de fim de primeiro tempo...
AQUI TEM UM BANDO DE LOUCOOO…
LOUCO POR TI CORINTHIANS!
PARA AQUELES QUE ACHAS QUE É POUCO….
EU VIVO POR TI CORINTHIANS!
EU CANTO ATÉ FICAR ROUCO…
EU CANTO PRA TE EMPURRAR!
VAMO, VAMO MEU TIMÃO. VAMO MEU TIMÃO…
NÃO PARA DE LUTAR!!
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terça-feira, abril 28, 2009
Alpha World....
Hi Folks,
Mais um post sobre Stephen Wolfram e sua AlphaGraphics (infame hehehe).
Mas... Não sei o quanto todos estão na mesma página: O troço PENSA (literalmente, computa, analisa, raciocina, etc) RESPOSTAS...
Basicamente, ele tem DADOS... MODELOS... ALGORÍTIMOS.... UMA LINGUAGEM...
E... um monte de coisas matemáticas (alguns diriam quânticas) para ... Pensar e respoder.
Quem curtia o Spock ou o Sr. Data ...
Nasceu a versão web deles...
Mais detalhes aqui e aqui.
Acredita-se ser a melhor novidade desde o nascimento do banbolê!
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Mais um post sobre Stephen Wolfram e sua AlphaGraphics (infame hehehe).
Mas... Não sei o quanto todos estão na mesma página: O troço PENSA (literalmente, computa, analisa, raciocina, etc) RESPOSTAS...
Basicamente, ele tem DADOS... MODELOS... ALGORÍTIMOS.... UMA LINGUAGEM...
E... um monte de coisas matemáticas (alguns diriam quânticas) para ... Pensar e respoder.
Quem curtia o Spock ou o Sr. Data ...
Nasceu a versão web deles...
Mais detalhes aqui e aqui.
Acredita-se ser a melhor novidade desde o nascimento do banbolê!
SENTAPUA! E vamos à luta, Filhos da Pátria!
quinta-feira, abril 16, 2009
"I DREAMED A DREAM"!!!! DUKAARAAALHOOOOO!!!!!!
Hi Folks,
47 anos..
612 tentativas sem sucesso...
Desempregada..
Morando no cu do mundo da Inglaterra..
Como não da pra embutir aqui, vejam em full resolution neste link.
Maestro, letras:
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
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47 anos..
612 tentativas sem sucesso...
Desempregada..
Morando no cu do mundo da Inglaterra..
Como não da pra embutir aqui, vejam em full resolution neste link.
Maestro, letras:
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
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terça-feira, abril 14, 2009
Ressignificando...
Hi Folks,
Pensando sobre a atitude certa frente aos acontecimentos da vida, mais uma vez o Oriente aconselha e ensina...
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Pensando sobre a atitude certa frente aos acontecimentos da vida, mais uma vez o Oriente aconselha e ensina...
SENTAPUA! E vamos à luta, Filhos da Pátria!
sexta-feira, março 27, 2009
Tucanaram o protocolo FLS, em versão QUANTICA!
Hi Folks,
Eu esava tentando ainda ensinar o que seria o universalmente famoso PROTOCLO FLS, de minha humílde autoria nas vaporosas eras das .Comedorasdedinheiro, quando o Nick Carr consegui juntar José Simão ao FLS:
"The great thing about the two-dimensionality of the realtime-realspace continuum is that the sense of intimacy gets disconnected from the act of intimacy."
Eu achei que ele deve estar falando de sexo virtual, mas tava falando do Twitter... Simplesmente a coisa mais antiga desde o ato de vender: Representar identidades...
Um monte de coisa sobre fake profiles e a força que os fakes (como o Fake Steve jobs) tem/tiveram.
Acho que o amado professor assistiu o Quantum Edition, leu Simulacra e tomou uma dose reforçada de cogumelos de Golgafrincham e agora virou filosofo multi-existencialista.
Complementando a lista de Baudrillard.. .
"Ecstasy of identity: the energy. More personal than the personal."
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Eu esava tentando ainda ensinar o que seria o universalmente famoso PROTOCLO FLS, de minha humílde autoria nas vaporosas eras das .Comedorasdedinheiro, quando o Nick Carr consegui juntar José Simão ao FLS:
"The great thing about the two-dimensionality of the realtime-realspace continuum is that the sense of intimacy gets disconnected from the act of intimacy."
Eu achei que ele deve estar falando de sexo virtual, mas tava falando do Twitter... Simplesmente a coisa mais antiga desde o ato de vender: Representar identidades...
Um monte de coisa sobre fake profiles e a força que os fakes (como o Fake Steve jobs) tem/tiveram.
Acho que o amado professor assistiu o Quantum Edition, leu Simulacra e tomou uma dose reforçada de cogumelos de Golgafrincham e agora virou filosofo multi-existencialista.
Complementando a lista de Baudrillard.. .
"Ecstasy of identity: the energy. More personal than the personal."
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quinta-feira, março 19, 2009
Speed Racing The Ecstasy of Information: Simulation, truer than true!
Hi Folks,
Jean Baudrilard, pra quem não sabe, é o cara que escreveu o livro que deu origem à Trilogia de Mil Filmes Matrix.
Nick Carr gostou da definição dele de velocidade do mundo atual:
"Take the following passage from a series of lectures he gave, in California, in May of 1999 (collected in the book The Vital Illusion), in which he limns our era:
Whatshername!
Unforgettable face, I can't think of her name
It's on the edge of my tongue, gathering dust in the
back of my brain
Something 'bout the way she ignores me that's vaguely
familiar
Makes you wonder what it was you ever did to thrill
her
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here I go again
I never felt the need to soothe her savage breast
She never felt obliged to tell me of her change of
address
Caught me on a downward swing but I fell through her
arms
How could I be so careless, I never meant to go so far
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here I go again
Oh she's back in town
Oh she's back in town
I'm not leaving
I'm running away
She took it all away, now she's back for the rest
Took it all so easy, wouldn't settle for less
She doesn't know what she wants but she knows how
to get it
I can't remember the time, she never let me forget it
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here I go again
Oh Whatsername's back in town
She's back in town
I'm not leaving
I'm running away
Oh she's back in town
Oh she's back in town
I'm not leaving
I'm running away
p.s. Quem achar o vídeo me avisa q eu atualizo!
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Jean Baudrilard, pra quem não sabe, é o cara que escreveu o livro que deu origem à Trilogia de Mil Filmes Matrix.
Nick Carr gostou da definição dele de velocidade do mundo atual:
"Take the following passage from a series of lectures he gave, in California, in May of 1999 (collected in the book The Vital Illusion), in which he limns our era:
Eu continuo com o Deep Purple, perguntado what the bleep are we living...Ecstasy of the social: the masses. More social than the social.
Ecstasy of information: simulation. Truer than true.
Ecstasy of time: real time, instantaneity. More present than the present.
Ecstasy of the real: the hyperreal. More real than the real.
Ecstasy of sex: porn. More sexual than sex ...
Thus, freedom has been obliterated, liquidated by liberation; truth has been supplanted by verification; the community has been liquidated and absorbed by communication ... Everywhere we see a paradoxical logic: the idea is destroyed by its own realization, by its own excess. And in this way history itself comes to an end, finds itself obliterated by the instantaneity and omnipresence of the event."
Whatshername!
Unforgettable face, I can't think of her name
It's on the edge of my tongue, gathering dust in the
back of my brain
Something 'bout the way she ignores me that's vaguely
familiar
Makes you wonder what it was you ever did to thrill
her
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here I go again
I never felt the need to soothe her savage breast
She never felt obliged to tell me of her change of
address
Caught me on a downward swing but I fell through her
arms
How could I be so careless, I never meant to go so far
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here I go again
Oh she's back in town
Oh she's back in town
I'm not leaving
I'm running away
She took it all away, now she's back for the rest
Took it all so easy, wouldn't settle for less
She doesn't know what she wants but she knows how
to get it
I can't remember the time, she never let me forget it
Here we go again
Here we go again
Here I go again
Oh Whatsername's back in town
She's back in town
I'm not leaving
I'm running away
Oh she's back in town
Oh she's back in town
I'm not leaving
I'm running away
p.s. Quem achar o vídeo me avisa q eu atualizo!
SENTAPUA! E vamos à luta, Filhos da Pátria!
Atendendo a pedidos: Da vaquinha ao MilkBar!!
Hi Folks,
Grraannndee Mamá!! Eu tava falando ontem mesmo do protocolo FLS e daquela saudosa apresentação de segurança de 1900 e meu amado avô! Vou ter de terminar LOGO o livro!
Para os chegados e antes que o Cris roube DE NOVO a idéia, "Da vakinha ao milk bar" foi uma gloriosa explicação a um CIO da Nestlé, sobre o que diacho seria Supply Chain Management lá nos idos de 1998 (quando a I2 ainda era uma potência no assunto). Mesmo antes de conhecer o Back of the Napkin, eu já adorava um guardanapo e vivia fazendo apresentações em uma folha de papel. Até porque, como mostra o Dan neste gráfico abaixo, as palavras tendem a sumir.
Para não chover no molhado (e pro Cris não copiar a idéia de NOVO) vou metaforizar com a apresentação de CRM da Oracle:
Para quem quiser aprender, é só acompanhar o mestre neste vídeo aq:
Tem também uma ótima contextualização do Twitter... Que está acabando com as palavras (??).
E pra quem se pergunta porque tudo isso, melhor cortar o queijo (essa é em homenagem ao CRIS, ladrão de VAQUINHAS!:
P.S. A estória do roubo também é hilária. O Cris trabalhava com a gente e viu a apresentação. Dai ele foi aos USA fazer um curso de catalog management e quando voltou nos emprestou a apostila. Lá tinha, para nosso deleite, o mesmo desenho (ultra simplificado) que ele apresentou ao instrutor como se fosse dele! SAFADO! Não tinha nem Creative Commons naquela época!
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Grraannndee Mamá!! Eu tava falando ontem mesmo do protocolo FLS e daquela saudosa apresentação de segurança de 1900 e meu amado avô! Vou ter de terminar LOGO o livro!
Para os chegados e antes que o Cris roube DE NOVO a idéia, "Da vakinha ao milk bar" foi uma gloriosa explicação a um CIO da Nestlé, sobre o que diacho seria Supply Chain Management lá nos idos de 1998 (quando a I2 ainda era uma potência no assunto). Mesmo antes de conhecer o Back of the Napkin, eu já adorava um guardanapo e vivia fazendo apresentações em uma folha de papel. Até porque, como mostra o Dan neste gráfico abaixo, as palavras tendem a sumir.
Para não chover no molhado (e pro Cris não copiar a idéia de NOVO) vou metaforizar com a apresentação de CRM da Oracle:
Para quem quiser aprender, é só acompanhar o mestre neste vídeo aq:
Tem também uma ótima contextualização do Twitter... Que está acabando com as palavras (??).
E pra quem se pergunta porque tudo isso, melhor cortar o queijo (essa é em homenagem ao CRIS, ladrão de VAQUINHAS!:
P.S. A estória do roubo também é hilária. O Cris trabalhava com a gente e viu a apresentação. Dai ele foi aos USA fazer um curso de catalog management e quando voltou nos emprestou a apostila. Lá tinha, para nosso deleite, o mesmo desenho (ultra simplificado) que ele apresentou ao instrutor como se fosse dele! SAFADO! Não tinha nem Creative Commons naquela época!
SENTAPUA! E vamos à luta, Filhos da Pátria!
sexta-feira, março 06, 2009
Tudo ao mesmo tempo agora!
Hi Folks,
Ando me sentindo bem velho. Cabei de comprar meu iPhone. Sou apenas usuário de coisas que já são pré-históricas na web 2.0 (RSS, Wikis, blogs, flogs, vlogs, digger, delicious, etc...) To achando que o mundo já está na web 4.0 e eu to dormindo...
Não uso facebook. Tou lá, cheio de moscas. Não faço a menor idéia do que diacho venham a ser as aplicações, o openspace ou whatever. E os caras já passaram por vaaaaarrios faceliftings...
Agora, tem twitter. E tem o twitter NO facebook. Aceleraaaammmmmmmm tudo sobre todos!
O que me lembra que:
- Encontrar os amigos fora dos "IMs" está dificil;
- Atividades "sociais" fora das redes "realsociais" estão cada vez mais difíceis;
Pra que tanto social software se estamos desaprendendo a ser socialbeings?
Namaste.....
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Ando me sentindo bem velho. Cabei de comprar meu iPhone. Sou apenas usuário de coisas que já são pré-históricas na web 2.0 (RSS, Wikis, blogs, flogs, vlogs, digger, delicious, etc...) To achando que o mundo já está na web 4.0 e eu to dormindo...
Não uso facebook. Tou lá, cheio de moscas. Não faço a menor idéia do que diacho venham a ser as aplicações, o openspace ou whatever. E os caras já passaram por vaaaaarrios faceliftings...
Agora, tem twitter. E tem o twitter NO facebook. Aceleraaaammmmmmmm tudo sobre todos!
O que me lembra que:
- Encontrar os amigos fora dos "IMs" está dificil;
- Atividades "sociais" fora das redes "realsociais" estão cada vez mais difíceis;
Pra que tanto social software se estamos desaprendendo a ser socialbeings?
Namaste.....
SENTAPUA! E vamos à luta, Filhos da Pátria!
Ash to ash...And the memory remains..
Hi Folks,
Matemáticos.... Racinha deliciosamente estranha. Eu costumava ser monitor de matemática no colégio...:) O pensamento ao mesmo tempo abstrato, por metáforas e modelos, fortemente lógico e altamente complexo envolto na matemática produz coisas incríveis! E umas outras muito estranhas! Rememorando a época, Lord Banfy hoje mandou um pertado interessante sobre LISP, usando exemplos matemáticos. Quem conseguir acompanhar o artigo vai se preparar para entender a estória deste post.
Lendo a Wired de Fev, tive de digerir um tratado sobre a ignorância matemática simplificatória dos delírios gananciosos expressados estatísticamente. Ficou zonzo? Até voce endenter que o que FUDEU a economia mundial atende pelo singelo nome de função gaussiana de cópula! Melhor que piada pronta né...
E ai, vem mais uma agencinha safada e diz que o "risco Brasil" aumentou, diminui, etc.. .... Sim, porque eles inventaram classificações honestas para que se ganhe dinheiro.. E a The Economist diz que "nossos métodos atrasados de governança abusiva do governo" sobre os bancos salvaram nossa pele... E agora, a porra do FMI que nos enchia o saco pela mesma regulação, intervenção e o escambau... PEDE O MESMO! Sabe porque? Tem uns banquinhos por ai que AINDA não aprenderam a ser honestos, ou pelo menos, explicam coisas estapafúrdias de uma maneira bem quase loucamente perdida sobre ainda "estarem econtrando coisas que aindas estao se mostrando de uma maneira que nos deixa suspeitando que ainda estamos afundando"
Na verdade, um pouco mais à frente, a Wired deixa claro que nem eles (FED, SEC, etc) sabem o que diacho estão falando...
So me resta me consolar com James "Metallica" em duas músicas que de tão atuais chegam a ser surreais!
The Memory Remains
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains
Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd
Cry the nowhere cheers of honor
Like twisted vines that grow
Hide and swallow mansions whole
In light of an already
Faded prima donna
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
But the memory remains
Heavy rings hold cigarettes
Up to lips that time forgets
While the hollywood sun sets
Behind your back
And cant the band play on
Just listen, they play my song
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Dance little tin goddess
Nananananana nananada nananananana nanananadana
Nananananana nananada nananananana nanananadana
Drift away
Fade away
Little tin goddess
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
But the memory remains
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black...
But the memory remains
Faded prima donna
Dance little tin goddess dance
Nananananana nananada nanananana nanananadana
Nananananana nananada nanananana nanananadana
Pra quem quiser cantar:
E já que o buraco ainda vai descer muito fundo, James tem mais um recadinho!
Master of Puppets.
End of passion play, crumbling away
Im your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your deaths construction
[chorus:]
Taste me you will see
More is all you need
Youre dedicated to
How Im killing you
Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your master
Master
Master of puppets Im pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you cant see a thing
Just call my name, `cause Ill hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, `cause Ill hear you scream
Master
Master
[end chorus]
Needlework the way, never you betray
Life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
Chop your breakfast on a mirror
[chorus]
Master, master, wheres the dreams that Ive been after?
Master, master, you promised only lies
Laughter, laughter, all I hear and see is laughter
Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries
Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
Just a rhyme without a reason
Neverending maze, drift on numbered days
Now your life is out of season
[chorus]
[fade out with evil laughter]
E mais cantoria:
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Matemáticos.... Racinha deliciosamente estranha. Eu costumava ser monitor de matemática no colégio...:) O pensamento ao mesmo tempo abstrato, por metáforas e modelos, fortemente lógico e altamente complexo envolto na matemática produz coisas incríveis! E umas outras muito estranhas! Rememorando a época, Lord Banfy hoje mandou um pertado interessante sobre LISP, usando exemplos matemáticos. Quem conseguir acompanhar o artigo vai se preparar para entender a estória deste post.
Lendo a Wired de Fev, tive de digerir um tratado sobre a ignorância matemática simplificatória dos delírios gananciosos expressados estatísticamente. Ficou zonzo? Até voce endenter que o que FUDEU a economia mundial atende pelo singelo nome de função gaussiana de cópula! Melhor que piada pronta né...
E ai, vem mais uma agencinha safada e diz que o "risco Brasil" aumentou, diminui, etc.. .... Sim, porque eles inventaram classificações honestas para que se ganhe dinheiro.. E a The Economist diz que "nossos métodos atrasados de governança abusiva do governo" sobre os bancos salvaram nossa pele... E agora, a porra do FMI que nos enchia o saco pela mesma regulação, intervenção e o escambau... PEDE O MESMO! Sabe porque? Tem uns banquinhos por ai que AINDA não aprenderam a ser honestos, ou pelo menos, explicam coisas estapafúrdias de uma maneira bem quase loucamente perdida sobre ainda "estarem econtrando coisas que aindas estao se mostrando de uma maneira que nos deixa suspeitando que ainda estamos afundando"
Na verdade, um pouco mais à frente, a Wired deixa claro que nem eles (FED, SEC, etc) sabem o que diacho estão falando...
So me resta me consolar com James "Metallica" em duas músicas que de tão atuais chegam a ser surreais!
The Memory Remains
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane
But the memory remains
Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd
Cry the nowhere cheers of honor
Like twisted vines that grow
Hide and swallow mansions whole
In light of an already
Faded prima donna
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
But the memory remains
Heavy rings hold cigarettes
Up to lips that time forgets
While the hollywood sun sets
Behind your back
And cant the band play on
Just listen, they play my song
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Dance little tin goddess
Nananananana nananada nananananana nanananadana
Nananananana nananada nananananana nanananadana
Drift away
Fade away
Little tin goddess
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
Fortune, fame
Mirror vain
Gone insane...
But the memory remains
Ash to ash
Dust to dust
Fade to black...
But the memory remains
Faded prima donna
Dance little tin goddess dance
Nananananana nananada nanananana nanananadana
Nananananana nananada nanananana nanananadana
Pra quem quiser cantar:
E já que o buraco ainda vai descer muito fundo, James tem mais um recadinho!
Master of Puppets.
End of passion play, crumbling away
Im your source of self-destruction
Veins that pump with fear, sucking darkest clear
Leading on your deaths construction
[chorus:]
Taste me you will see
More is all you need
Youre dedicated to
How Im killing you
Come crawling faster
Obey your master
Your life burns faster
Obey your master
Master
Master of puppets Im pulling your strings
Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
Blinded by me, you cant see a thing
Just call my name, `cause Ill hear you scream
Master
Master
Just call my name, `cause Ill hear you scream
Master
Master
[end chorus]
Needlework the way, never you betray
Life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
Chop your breakfast on a mirror
[chorus]
Master, master, wheres the dreams that Ive been after?
Master, master, you promised only lies
Laughter, laughter, all I hear and see is laughter
Laughter, laughter, laughing at my cries
Hell is worth all that, natural habitat
Just a rhyme without a reason
Neverending maze, drift on numbered days
Now your life is out of season
[chorus]
[fade out with evil laughter]
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segunda-feira, março 02, 2009
Gerações de boomers, X e Y mundo afora!
Hi Folks,
Mjuito se diz sobre a globalização. Mas neste post EXCELENTE, Tammy Ericsson faz uma analogia muito boa sobre as gerações da Índia e dos USA (as tais boomers, X e Y).
E do Brasil, alguém se prontifica a classificar ?
SENTAPUA! E vamos à luta, Filhos da Pátria!
Mjuito se diz sobre a globalização. Mas neste post EXCELENTE, Tammy Ericsson faz uma analogia muito boa sobre as gerações da Índia e dos USA (as tais boomers, X e Y).
E do Brasil, alguém se prontifica a classificar ?
SENTAPUA! E vamos à luta, Filhos da Pátria!
quinta-feira, fevereiro 19, 2009
Nothing Else Matters!
Hi Folks,
Estamos em TED period e ... Um venezuelano REALMENTE me chocou. Aprendi que além de misses e Hugotcháves, eles tem algo de muito interessante a copiar por aqui.
Segundo Garr Reynolds, No music, no life!
El Sistema is a reminder that music and the arts are not cursory, they are not mere luxuries or niceties for a few. "Music is life," as one of the young musicians said in the presentation. You do not need to become a professional musician, but in music and art you learn discipline and commitment and the value of hard, hard work. You learn what the pursuit of excellence is all about, that hard work has a reward, that you have to fail before you can succeed. You learn about self-expression and communication. You learn self-respect and the respect of others. These are not unimportant things, they are vital things. Yes, of course you need math and science and literature — these are essential. But you need music and art to take you to a higher ground, to make you human. Why it is a case of either-or — "academics" or "the arts" — is one of the great mistakes of our time. People like Jose Antonio Abreu and Bill Strickland and Ken Robinson, etc. remind us that this is a false choice.
em homenagem a ele... Long Life to Metallica Gods!
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters
SENTAPUA! E vamos à luta, Filhos da Pátria!
Estamos em TED period e ... Um venezuelano REALMENTE me chocou. Aprendi que além de misses e Hugotcháves, eles tem algo de muito interessante a copiar por aqui.
Segundo Garr Reynolds, No music, no life!
El Sistema is a reminder that music and the arts are not cursory, they are not mere luxuries or niceties for a few. "Music is life," as one of the young musicians said in the presentation. You do not need to become a professional musician, but in music and art you learn discipline and commitment and the value of hard, hard work. You learn what the pursuit of excellence is all about, that hard work has a reward, that you have to fail before you can succeed. You learn about self-expression and communication. You learn self-respect and the respect of others. These are not unimportant things, they are vital things. Yes, of course you need math and science and literature — these are essential. But you need music and art to take you to a higher ground, to make you human. Why it is a case of either-or — "academics" or "the arts" — is one of the great mistakes of our time. People like Jose Antonio Abreu and Bill Strickland and Ken Robinson, etc. remind us that this is a false choice.
em homenagem a ele... Long Life to Metallica Gods!
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
and nothing else matters
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
but I know
Never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us, something new
Open mind for a different view
and nothing else matters
never cared for what they say
never cared for games they play
never cared for what they do
never cared for what they know
and I know
So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
No, nothing else matters
SENTAPUA! E vamos à luta, Filhos da Pátria!
quarta-feira, fevereiro 18, 2009
YOU BETTER RUN!!! (1995 e la se foi fumaça)...
Hi Folks,
Estou vendo um show antiquíssimo, datado do começo do mundo internético aqui em pindorama, do velho e bom Floyd, enquanto continuo ouvindo rebimboadas aqui e ali sobre a crise... Não resisti e takei as letras: 1995, Pulse.
SENTAPUA! E vamos à luta, Filhos da Pátria!
Estou vendo um show antiquíssimo, datado do começo do mundo internético aqui em pindorama, do velho e bom Floyd, enquanto continuo ouvindo rebimboadas aqui e ali sobre a crise... Não resisti e takei as letras: 1995, Pulse.
Shine On Your Grazy Diamond (Part 1) :
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on your crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on your crazy diamond.
You were caught on the cross fire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger,
you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Treatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter,
you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on your crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on your crazy diamond.
You were caught on the cross fire of childhood and stardom,
blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger,
you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Treatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter,
you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
Learning To Fly :
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
stretched to the point of no turning back
a flight of fancy on a wind swept field
standing alone my sense reeled
a fatal attraction holding me fast, how
can I escape this irresistable grasp?
can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
ice is forming on the tips of my wings
unheeded warnings, I tought I thought of everything
no navigator to guide my way home
unladened, empty and turned to stone
a soul in tension that's learning to fly
condition grounded but determined to try
can't keep my eyes from the -circling- skies
tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
above the planet on a wing and a prayer
my grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air
across the clouds I see my shadow fly
out of the corner of my watering eye
a dream unthreatened by the morning light
gould blow this soul right through the roof of the night
there's no sensation to compare with this
suspended animation, a state of bliss
can't keep my mind from the circling sky
tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
stretched to the point of no turning back
a flight of fancy on a wind swept field
standing alone my sense reeled
a fatal attraction holding me fast, how
can I escape this irresistable grasp?
can't keep my eyes from the circling sky
tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
ice is forming on the tips of my wings
unheeded warnings, I tought I thought of everything
no navigator to guide my way home
unladened, empty and turned to stone
a soul in tension that's learning to fly
condition grounded but determined to try
can't keep my eyes from the -circling- skies
tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
above the planet on a wing and a prayer
my grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air
across the clouds I see my shadow fly
out of the corner of my watering eye
a dream unthreatened by the morning light
gould blow this soul right through the roof of the night
there's no sensation to compare with this
suspended animation, a state of bliss
can't keep my mind from the circling sky
tongue-tied & twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
High Hopes :
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
our troughts strayed constandly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begin
Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The night of wonder
Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfuried
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world
Eneumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many time
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river
Forever and ever
Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young
In a world of magnets and miracles
our troughts strayed constandly and without boundary
The ringing of the division bell had begin
Along the long road and on down the causeway
Do they still meet there by the cut
There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps
Running before time took our dreams away
Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground
To a life consumed by slow decay
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
With friends surrounded
The night of wonder
Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us
To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again
Dragged by the force of some inner tide
At a higher altitude with flag unfuried
We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world
Eneumbered forever by desire and ambition
There's a hunger still unsatisfied
Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon
Though down this road we've been so many time
The grass was greener
The light was brighter
The taste was sweeter
The nights of wonder
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
The water flowing
The endless river
Forever and ever
Take It Back :
Her love rains down on me easy as the breeze
I listen to her breathing it sounds like the waves on the sea
I was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire
We were spinning into darkness; the earth was on fire
She could take it back, she might take it back some day
So I spy on her, I lie to her, I make promises I cannot keep
Then I hear her laughter rising, rising from the deep
And I make her prove her love for me, I take all that I can take
And I push her to the limit to see if she will break
She might take it back, she could take it back some day
Now I heave seen the warnings, screaming from all sides
It's easy to ignore them and G-d knows I've tried
All of this temptation, you know it turned my faith to lies
Until I couldn't see the danger or hear the rising tide
She can take it back, she will take it back some day
She can take it back, she will take it back some day
Her love rains down on me easy as the breeze
I listen to her breathing it sounds like the waves on the sea
I was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire
We were spinning into darkness; the earth was on fire
She could take it back, she might take it back some day
So I spy on her, I lie to her, I make promises I cannot keep
Then I hear her laughter rising, rising from the deep
And I make her prove her love for me, I take all that I can take
And I push her to the limit to see if she will break
She might take it back, she could take it back some day
Now I heave seen the warnings, screaming from all sides
It's easy to ignore them and G-d knows I've tried
All of this temptation, you know it turned my faith to lies
Until I couldn't see the danger or hear the rising tide
She can take it back, she will take it back some day
She can take it back, she will take it back some day
Coming Back To Life :
Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun
Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of live and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but
I took a heavenly ride through one silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life
I took a heavenly ride trough our silence
I knew the waiting had begin
And headed straight... into the shining sun
Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun
Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of live and the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but
I took a heavenly ride through one silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life
I took a heavenly ride trough our silence
I knew the waiting had begin
And headed straight... into the shining sun
Sorrow :
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
a man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
but awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
in his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
he's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, It's not enough
His blood has frozen & curled with fright
his knees have trembled & given way in the night
his hand has weakened at the moment of truth
his step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river roll
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
and silent replies that swirl invitation
flow dark and troubled to any oily sea
a grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
and there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
and silence that speaks so much louder than words
of promises broken.
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
a man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
but awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
in his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
he's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, It's not enough
His blood has frozen & curled with fright
his knees have trembled & given way in the night
his hand has weakened at the moment of truth
his step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river roll
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
and silent replies that swirl invitation
flow dark and troubled to any oily sea
a grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
and there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
and silence that speaks so much louder than words
of promises broken.
Keep Talking :
For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals
Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination
We learned to talk
There's a silence surrounding me
I can't seem to think straight
I'll sit in the corner
No one can bother me
I think I should speak now
I can't seem to speak now
My words won't come out right
I feel like I'm drowning
I'm feeling weak now
But I can't show my weakness
I sometimes wonder
Where do we go from here
It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking
Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
What are you feeling
Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
Where do we go from here
It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking
Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
What are you feeling
Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
What are you feeling
I feel like I'm drowning
You know I can't breathe now
We're going nowhere
We're going nowhere
For millions of years mankind lived just like the animals
Then something happened which unleashed the power of our imagination
We learned to talk
There's a silence surrounding me
I can't seem to think straight
I'll sit in the corner
No one can bother me
I think I should speak now
I can't seem to speak now
My words won't come out right
I feel like I'm drowning
I'm feeling weak now
But I can't show my weakness
I sometimes wonder
Where do we go from here
It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking
Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
What are you feeling
Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
Where do we go from here
It doesn't have to be like this
All we need to do is make sure we keep talking
Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
What are you feeling
Why won't you talk to me
You never talk to me
What are you thinking
What are you feeling
I feel like I'm drowning
You know I can't breathe now
We're going nowhere
We're going nowhere
Another Brick In The Wall :
We don't need no education
we don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Hey teacher leaves the kids alone
All in all its just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
We don't need no education
we don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Hey teacher leaves the kids alone
All in all its just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
One of These Days :
One of these days
I'm going to cut you into little pieces
One of these days
I'm going to cut you into little pieces
Speak To Me :
"I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been
over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands..."
"I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most of us...very hard to explain why you're mad, even
if you're not mad..."
"I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years, been
over the edge for yonks, been working me buns off for bands..."
"I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the
most of us...very hard to explain why you're mad, even
if you're not mad..."
Breathe :
Breathe, breathe in the air
don't be afraid to care
leave but don't leave me
look around, choose your own ground
for long you live and high you fly
and smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
and all your touch and all you see
is all your life will ever be
Run rabbit run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is down
don't sit down, it's time to dig another one
for long you live and high you fly
but only if you ride the tide
and balanced on the biggest wave
you race towards an early grave
Breathe, breathe in the air
don't be afraid to care
leave but don't leave me
look around, choose your own ground
for long you live and high you fly
and smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
and all your touch and all you see
is all your life will ever be
Run rabbit run
dig that hole, forget the sun
and when at last the work is down
don't sit down, it's time to dig another one
for long you live and high you fly
but only if you ride the tide
and balanced on the biggest wave
you race towards an early grave
On The Run :
[Female announcer, announcing flights at airport, including 'Rome']
"Live for today, gone tomorrow, that's me, HaHaHaaaaaa!"
[Female announcer, announcing flights at airport, including 'Rome']
"Live for today, gone tomorrow, that's me, HaHaHaaaaaa!"
Time :
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
The Great Gig In The Sky :
"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."
"I never said I was frightened of dying."
"And I am not frightened of dying, any time will do, I
don't mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."
"I never said I was frightened of dying."
Money :
Money, get away
get a good job with more pay and you're O.K.
money, it's a gas
grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
new car, caviar, four star daydream
think I'll buy me a football team
Money, get back
I'm alright, Jack, keep your hands off my stack
money, it's a hit
don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set
and I think I need a Lear jet
Money, it's a crime
share it fairlybut don't take a slice of my pie
money, so they say
is the root of all evil today
but if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away, away, away
Money, get away
get a good job with more pay and you're O.K.
money, it's a gas
grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
new car, caviar, four star daydream
think I'll buy me a football team
Money, get back
I'm alright, Jack, keep your hands off my stack
money, it's a hit
don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set
and I think I need a Lear jet
Money, it's a crime
share it fairlybut don't take a slice of my pie
money, so they say
is the root of all evil today
but if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away, away, away
Us And Them :
Us and them
and after all we're only ordinary men
me and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died
and the General sat, and the lines on the map
moved from side to side
Black and blue
and who knows which is which and who is who
up and down
and in the end it's only round and round and round
haven't you heard it's a battle of words
the poster bearer cried
listen, son, said the man with the gun
there's room for you inside
Down and out
it can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
with, without
and who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about
out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind
for want of the price of tea and a slice
the old man died
Us and them
and after all we're only ordinary men
me and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died
and the General sat, and the lines on the map
moved from side to side
Black and blue
and who knows which is which and who is who
up and down
and in the end it's only round and round and round
haven't you heard it's a battle of words
the poster bearer cried
listen, son, said the man with the gun
there's room for you inside
Down and out
it can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
with, without
and who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about
out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind
for want of the price of tea and a slice
the old man died
Any Colour You Like :
(Instrumental)
(Instrumental)
Brain Damage :
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
the lunatics are in the hall
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
and every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
and if there is no room upon the hill
and if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
you raise the blade, you make the change
you rearrange me ' till I'm sane
you lock the door
and throw away the key
there's someone in my head but it's not me
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
you shout and no one seems to hear
and if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
the lunatics are in the hall
the paper holds their folded faces to the floor
and every day the paper boy brings more
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
and if there is no room upon the hill
and if your head explodes with dark forbodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
you raise the blade, you make the change
you rearrange me ' till I'm sane
you lock the door
and throw away the key
there's someone in my head but it's not me
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
you shout and no one seems to hear
and if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
Eclipse :
All that you touch and all that you see
all that you taste, all you feel
and all that you love and all that you hate
all you distrust, all you save
and all thatyou give and all that you deal
and all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal
and all you create and all you destroy
and all that you do and all that you say
and all that you eat and everyone you meet
and all that you slight and everyone you fight
and all that is now and all that is gone
and all that's to come and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon
All that you touch and all that you see
all that you taste, all you feel
and all that you love and all that you hate
all you distrust, all you save
and all thatyou give and all that you deal
and all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal
and all you create and all you destroy
and all that you do and all that you say
and all that you eat and everyone you meet
and all that you slight and everyone you fight
and all that is now and all that is gone
and all that's to come and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon
Wish You Were Here :
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cold breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.
Comfortably numb
Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
come on now,
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
a distant ship smoke on the horizon
You have only coming through in wares
You'r lips more but I can't hear why you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands fell just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
can you stand up?
I do believe its working good
that I'll keep you going through the show
Come on its time to go
There is no pain, you are recading
A distant chip smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a flecting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cold breeze?
Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
running over the same old ground. What have we found?
The same old fears,
wish you were here.
Comfortably numb
Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
come on now,
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
a distant ship smoke on the horizon
You have only coming through in wares
You'r lips more but I can't hear why you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands fell just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
can you stand up?
I do believe its working good
that I'll keep you going through the show
Come on its time to go
There is no pain, you are recading
A distant chip smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a flecting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb
Comfortably Numb :
Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
come on now,
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
a distant ship smoke on the horizon
You have only coming through in wares
You'r lips more but I can't hear why you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands fell just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
can you stand up?
I do believe its working good
that I'll keep you going through the show
Come on its time to go
There is no pain, you are recading
A distant chip smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a flecting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb
Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
come on now,
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
a distant ship smoke on the horizon
You have only coming through in wares
You'r lips more but I can't hear why you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands fell just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
can you stand up?
I do believe its working good
that I'll keep you going through the show
Come on its time to go
There is no pain, you are recading
A distant chip smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a flecting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb
Run Like Hell :
You better run like hell
You better make your face up in
Your favourite disquise
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes
With your empty smiler
And your hungry heart
Iced the bile rising from your quilty post
With your nerves in tatters
When the cockleshell shattens
And the hammers butter
Down the door
You better run like hell
You better run all day
And run all night
And keeps your dirty feelings
Deep inside
Take your girlfriend
Out tonight,
You better park the car
Well out of sight
Cos if they catch your in the back scat
Trying to pick her looks
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run
You better run like hell
You better make your face up in
Your favourite disquise
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes
With your empty smiler
And your hungry heart
Iced the bile rising from your quilty post
With your nerves in tatters
When the cockleshell shattens
And the hammers butter
Down the door
You better run like hell
You better run all day
And run all night
And keeps your dirty feelings
Deep inside
Take your girlfriend
Out tonight,
You better park the car
Well out of sight
Cos if they catch your in the back scat
Trying to pick her looks
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run
SENTAPUA! E vamos à luta, Filhos da Pátria!
domingo, janeiro 04, 2009
Cabou a inovação em Sillico Valley?
Hi Folks,
Retornando de Barra Grande, paraíso da Bahia, minha caixa postal estava cheia de coisas sobre crises, fim do mundo , falhas da indústria, etc.
A Business Week trouxe essa semana uma pergunta mais que intrigante: Para onde diacho foi a inovação da famosa Happy Land SV?
Ao mesmo tempo, o velho Joel escreveu um post sobre um programador... DEIXAR A INDÚSTRIA de software...
E Jeff Atwood pos um pano "McKain" na estória: Programing: Love it or leave it!
Assim como em vendas, as diferenças de produtividade são monstruosas em tecnologia. Vejamos o mapa de um desenvolvedor, segundo outro artigo de Jeff:
"In programming specifically, many studies have shown order of magnitude differences in the quality of the programs written, the sizes of the programs written, and the productivity of the programmers. The original study that showed huge variations in individual programming productivity was conducted in the late 1960s by Sackman, Erikson, and Grant (1968). They studied professional programmers with an average of 7 years' experience and found that the ratio of intitial coding time between the best and worst programmers was about 20:1; the ratio of debugging times over 25:1; of program sizes 5:1; and of program execution speed about 10:1. They found no relationship between a programmer's amount of experience and code quality or productivity. (Code Complete, page 548) "
Como a Luiza Helena disse semana passada em uma entrevista, vivemos uma "crise psicológica" no mundo, mas algumas coisas ficaram muito reais e a principal delas será dura: Não há mais espaço para mediocridade, resultados pífios ou falta de preparação para o trabalho (qualquer trabalho).
Enaquanto isso, alguém que não tem um trabalho tão corporativo assim dá mostas de como a vida pode ser mais equilibrada sem ao mesmo tempo deixar de ser o melhor no que faz. É uma ótima idéia comparar as "crises" ...
Tirem suas próprias conclusões...
SENTAPUA! E vamos à luta, Filhos da Pátria!
Retornando de Barra Grande, paraíso da Bahia, minha caixa postal estava cheia de coisas sobre crises, fim do mundo , falhas da indústria, etc.
A Business Week trouxe essa semana uma pergunta mais que intrigante: Para onde diacho foi a inovação da famosa Happy Land SV?
Ao mesmo tempo, o velho Joel escreveu um post sobre um programador... DEIXAR A INDÚSTRIA de software...
E Jeff Atwood pos um pano "McKain" na estória: Programing: Love it or leave it!
Assim como em vendas, as diferenças de produtividade são monstruosas em tecnologia. Vejamos o mapa de um desenvolvedor, segundo outro artigo de Jeff:
"In programming specifically, many studies have shown order of magnitude differences in the quality of the programs written, the sizes of the programs written, and the productivity of the programmers. The original study that showed huge variations in individual programming productivity was conducted in the late 1960s by Sackman, Erikson, and Grant (1968). They studied professional programmers with an average of 7 years' experience and found that the ratio of intitial coding time between the best and worst programmers was about 20:1; the ratio of debugging times over 25:1; of program sizes 5:1; and of program execution speed about 10:1. They found no relationship between a programmer's amount of experience and code quality or productivity. (Code Complete, page 548) "
Como a Luiza Helena disse semana passada em uma entrevista, vivemos uma "crise psicológica" no mundo, mas algumas coisas ficaram muito reais e a principal delas será dura: Não há mais espaço para mediocridade, resultados pífios ou falta de preparação para o trabalho (qualquer trabalho).
Enaquanto isso, alguém que não tem um trabalho tão corporativo assim dá mostas de como a vida pode ser mais equilibrada sem ao mesmo tempo deixar de ser o melhor no que faz. É uma ótima idéia comparar as "crises" ...
Tirem suas próprias conclusões...
SENTAPUA! E vamos à luta, Filhos da Pátria!
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