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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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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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 ?

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Oportunicrisiatividade!

Hi Folks,

Intrigante a materia dos usa...


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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

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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.

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!
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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..."
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
On The Run :
[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
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."
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
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
Any Colour You Like :
(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
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
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
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


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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...

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segunda-feira, dezembro 01, 2008

Assim falou Silvio Meira...

Hi Folks,

Vejam bem... Eu sou fã do cara... Morro de uma inveja salutar dele ter sido o que eu sempre sonhei em ser... E capto suas palavras como um discípulo segue a sobra de um mestre... Portanto, vai lá ver!

"A maior parte dos projetos em que estive envolvido resultou de um caminho que segui. Os caminhos são parcialmente definidos pelo que se vai fazer, mas também influenciados pelo contexto ao redor. O ponto de chegada não é, necessariamente, o lugar em que se acreditou no princípio. O mais importante é aproveitar caminhos e gerar resultados. numa edição sobre credos, sou o cético. Acredito na capacidade dos seres humanos de, em conjunto, mudarem seus destinos inarredáveis. Não concebo que alguém esteja fadado a alguma coisa, mesmo que sejam suas crenças."

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sexta-feira, novembro 28, 2008

Empreendedor que é bom FAZ!

Hi Folks,

Um amigo meu é das antigas.
Ele bota o ovo e cacareja, com se diz em minas uai!!



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quarta-feira, novembro 12, 2008

Novidades na área de CRM - Oracle

Hi Folks,

Estou trabalhando na Oracle agora, portanto, vou rasgar seda para as novidades de CRM.
E pra não dizer que sou eu, este post do Paul Greenberg (o papa do crm e autor do CRM at the speed of the light), fala o mesmo :)

Gadgets para vendedores!!

"Post everywhere you turn, software makers are building widgets or gadgets, those lightweight applications popularized by Google that provide virtual services such as news, weather, time, calendar or map information.
Além disso, tem as novidades do pacote Siebel 8.1.1.
-- Today Oracle announced the next version of Oracle's Siebel CRM 8.1.1, providing industry-specific solutions for Self Service and robust customer
loyalty management enabling cost savings through use of open standards technology.

-- As the second major release of Siebel CRM in the last two years under the "Applications Unlimited" Program, Oracle has updated Siebel Self-Service,
including Siebel eSupport and Siebel eCommerce applications, with Java-based J2EE applications built on Oracle(R) Fusion Middleware that extends Siebel's
CRM product to the Web channel enabling a more compelling user experience and improved total cost of ownership.

-- Siebel CRM 8.1.1 now provides industry-specific customer self-service for communications and the public sector, as well as enhanced use of
multi-channel applications with Siebel Chat and deeper, more comprehensive search capability.

-- New features in Siebel Loyalty for version 8.1.1 support the entire customer loyalty program lifecycle by providing membership enrollment and
management, including loyalty points accrual and redemption, member services, partner management and promotion management.

-- New features in Siebel Marketing for version 8.1.1 provide a closed-loop solution that uniquely empowers all members of the marketing
organization with actionable insight by automating processes across the marketing function, from strategy and planning to multi-channel response and
lead management execution.

-- Siebel Sales 8.1.1 offers an enhanced user interface for a more intuitive, easier user experience. Sales forecasting capabilities have been
extended to give sales teams the flexibility to manage and share forecasting in cross-functional teams and to perform ad hoc adjustments that help improve
sales quota attainment. Siebel CRM 8.1.1 includes new deal registration capability to provide improved visibility into channel partner
deals-ultimately enabling increased sales effectives of the partner channel.

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O que voce sabe de Creative Commons?

Hi Folks,

Pra entender Creative Comons, veja a entrevista de Ronaldo Lemos na Caros Amigos.
Imperdível e duka!

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terça-feira, novembro 11, 2008

Hi Folks,

Uma das melhores discussões de inovação dos últimos meses, by Tim O'Reilly.

The critical path to innovation!

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segunda-feira, novembro 10, 2008

A simetria da privacidade - compartilhamento

Hi Folks,

ZuckerBerg é o cara que inventou o FaceBook. Mas, ele também anda inventando leis de tecnologia, a lá Gordon Moore. E é de Nick Carr uma análise muito boa da última dele:

"I would expect that next year, people will share twice as much information as they share this year, and [the] next year, they will be sharing twice as much as they did the year before."

Mas eu fico pensando nos motívos que me fizeram cometer orkuticídio, me fazer pensar seriamente plaxocídio e a nunca nem me animar a entrar no FaceBook: Privacidade... Só mantenho uma rede dew relacionamentos profisisonais, por causa das coisas estranhas que habitam por lá. To velho, acho.

Mas... A perspectiva de mais pessoas shareando mais da própria vida... É a adesão expontânea ao big brother, que nem Adoux Haxley imaginava em seu admirável muito não tão novo....

De parar pra pensar...

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sábado, novembro 08, 2008

Pérola das Pérolas (ou o sermão Obama)

Hi Folks,

Uma pérola incrível me recorda o momento de Barack Obama.

NUMBER ONE SPEECH

"Winning is not a sometime thing; it's an all the time thing. You don't win once in a while; you don't do things right once in a while; you do them right all the time. Winning is a habit. Unfortunately, so is losing.

"There is no room for second place. There is only one place in my game, and that's first place. I have finished second twice in my time at Green Bay, and I don't ever want to finish second again. There is a second place bowl game, but it is a game for losers played by losers. It is and always has been an American zeal to be first in anything we do, and to win, and to win, and to win.

"Every time a football player goes to play his trade he's got to play from the ground up - from the soles of his feet right up to his head. Every inch of him has to play. Some guys play with their heads. That's O.K. You've got to be smart to be number one in any business. But more importantly, you've got to play with your heart, with every fiber of your body. If you're lucky enough to find a guy with a lot of head and a lot of heart, he's never going to come off the field second.

"Running a football team is no different than running any other kind of organization - an army, a political party or a business. The principles are the same. The object is to win - to beat the other guy. Maybe that sounds hard or cruel. I don't think it is.

"It is a reality of life that men are competitive and the most competitive games draw the most competitive men. That's why they are there - to compete. To know the rules and objectives when they get in the game. The object is to win fairly, squarely, by the rules - but to win.

"And in truth, I've never known a man worth his salt who in the long run, deep down in his heart, didn't appreciate the grind, the discipline. There is something in good men that really yearns for discipline and the harsh reality of head to head combat.

"I don't say these things because I believe in the 'brute' nature of man or that men must be brutalized to be combative. I believe in God, and I believe in human decency. But I firmly believe that any man's finest hour - his greatest fulfillment to all he holds dear - is that moment when he has to work his heart out in a good cause and he's exhausted on the field of battle - victorious."

--Vince Lombardi


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Hi Folks,

A HBR lançou uma coletânea de textos interessantes sobre como sair com o nariz levantado na recessão.
Vale a pela, va lá!

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terça-feira, novembro 04, 2008

Entre coisas sérias... EU ODEIO WINDOWS VISTA!!!!!!!

Hi Folks,

Campanhas da Apple são sempre inteligentes, mas as últimas da série Get a Mac beiram o absurdo da acidez.

Valer as risadas :)

Agora aqui entre nós: Eu sou usuário de microsoft desde os dourados anos 80. Sempre tinha algo melhor (como um tal de DR-DOS), mas a turminha dos pés molhados sempre deu um jeito de fazer algo decente.

Porém, estou com um Sony Vaio de 2.700 dólares há 3 meses. Nunca passei tanta raiva com um eletrodoméstico (como diz Banffy) como estou passando com este note. E o culpado é a porra do RUINDOWS HASTA LA VISTA!

Por isso, estou que nem o cachorro deste vídeo... Vejam e uivem comigo!


p.s. Se alguem ai souber como é que se instala um Windows XP num Sony Vaio VGN-TZ250N eu agradeço a ajuda!

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Caça aos talentos...

Hi Folks,

Tudo começou com um post de Greenberg de férias.
Depois veio este artigo sobre Mr. MS Frankenstein, da Fast Company.
E acabou com Rita McGrath da HBR chamando o povo à luta.

A estória é a mesma. Jogo de decisão, quando a coisa aperta e a porca torce o rabo, apenas um pato safo ligeiro acha a lagoa. E no meio do tiroteio de percepções que pipocam por ai (e com mais 80 dias de Bush para atormentar nosso juízo), quem RESOLVE? Essa é a grande pergunta...

A segunda é: Ok, tem alguns que resolvem. Sozinhos.

Mas quem realmente sabe trabalhar em TIME?

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Globalizantes e Globalizados.

Hi Folks,

Rapidíssima: Mestre Meira lança um petardo indiscutível na questão secular colonizar ou ser colonizado. Vão lá ver. De aperitivo:

"no caso m+a, um gigante mundial do agronegócio fez uma proposta boa demais para o grupo votorantim resistir. a monsanto comprou companhias de conhecimento, intensivas em processamento de informação, cheias de gente competente e dedicada. muitos esperavam que a allelyx e a canavialis fossem parte essencial do aumento da produtividade e qualidade do agronegócio nacional. e vão ser. e do agronegócio mundial. só que agora, se der certo, os royalties serão da monsanto. é parte do mercado, parte do jogo. quem não se globaliza… é globalizado."

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May the FORCE.COM be with you!

Hi Folks,

Preambulâncias
Ao som de Born To Be Wild, um salão de automóvel em pindorama onde um dos únicos 5 Pagani Zonta-F do mundo estavam. Entrei pra ver um Honda Fit, sai babando por um Subaro Impreza WRX.

A que viemos
Há uns 3 anos venho acompanhando de perto o modelo de Value Cloud desenvolvido pela SalesForce.com e sua troupe de executivos com o "push-hard way of life" aprendido na Oracle e sua instigante e holística paranóia para crescer em "clusters". Esta semana acontece mais um DreamForce, o evento anual da empresa. Numeros:
  • 9 mil clientes;
  • 40 paises;
  • 250 seções e painéis.
Por isso a imprensa está babando pelas dimensões do evento. Em vários locais (aqui, ali, ali também, etc, etc, etc. e acolá) coberturas interessantes serão feitas (uma excelente é esta). Aqui tem uma entrevista boa com o Mark. Bem como os principais webcasts pode ser encontrados aqui.

Love is in the air...
Lord Benioff abriu o evento resumindo tudo em uma palavra: AMOR. Integrando-se harmoniosamente com seus parceiros Google, Amazon e Facebook, num mashup de dar inveja de tao bem projetado, lá vamos nós aprender que SaaS não tem nada só a ver com aplicações, mas com uma orquetração (acho que á ouvi isso de Redmond há muitos anos atrás) de um ecosistema.

BuzzWorld
Mas, como fez questão de tacar gelo meu amigo do Gartner, Michael Maoz (o analista ranzinza de CRM, uma espécie de Diogo Mainard do crm).
"In my core area of customer service and support applications, I have pointed out and analyzed in my published research that Salesforce still has plenty of room for improvement. The big integrators have practically no competencies around Salesforce.com for large call centers. There is very little support for core desktops in key business-to-consumer verticals such as Communications, Healthcare, Federal Government, or Banking."

Em resumo, na parte "menos fashion" da coisa, ainda há muita poeira a comer... Por isso que a Oracle ainda é O líder deste mercado.

The dark side of the FORCE.
Só que Outras iniciativas, incluindo a Zoho, pipocam inclusive no Cloudspace de Pindorama e ai é onde a porca torçe o rabo!

E outra para os competidores, a SalesFoce (como toda empresa de acionistas e orientada a crescer que se preza faz) joga o que os americanos chamam de "hard ball" (mais uma daquelas coisas do baseball). Vejam este post do Denis Howlet e a estória de horror dos "coitadinhos" da Zoho. Basicamente, ele diz que quando a Zoho se recusou a vender, a Salesforce disse que aos clientes que tentavam migrar (para o Zoho) que eles não poderiam tirar os dados do primeiro até o fim do contrato. Segundo o próprio CEO Da Zoho:

"Since then (when we refuse to sell or discontinue our crm solution), Salesforce has repeatedly tried to block customers from migrating to Zoho CRM, by telling them (falsely) that they cannot take their data out of Salesforce until their contract duration is over. We have emails from customers recounting this.

Readers need to understand that Benioff comes from Oracle, a company famed for playing hardball as epitomized by its CEO, Larry Ellison. Oracle has a knack of turning out hard nosed, often successful Silicon Valley execs that are super competitive. Benioff is another in a long line of execs that include Tom Siebel (Siebel Systems), Craig Conway (PeopleSoft) and Zach Nelson (NetSuite.)

These companies understand one thing - winning is all about lock in and with the Force.com, Salesforce.com is no different any of its predecessors."

Gaiola Dourada
Em resumo, toda essa estória de amor é o mesmo jogo de sempre de qualquer empresa acionária voltada para criar efeito de trava. Venham, amem-se mas não saiam daqui nem deixem de pagar mais.

"As Salesforce.com gets bigger and it attracts more developers to its Force.com platform, we can expect more yapping and reminders about however much Benioff may declare his love, he is really acting like every other enterprise vendor that has gone before: locking you in while smiling benignly. In the long term, that also means higher cost as the captor squeezes as much out of its prisoners as possible."

Que o diga a bosta do RuindowsHastaLaVista que sou obrigado a usar do meu maravilhoso Sony Vaio.

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segunda-feira, novembro 03, 2008

Vender Vender Vender!!!

Hi Folks,

Sou um bicho estranho de se definir profissionalmente. Alma de poeta, criado à base de família de professores, pai jornalista e trocentos livros à disposição. Alma apontada para o longo prazo, graças a um saudoso avô paterno fazendeiro de cacau (leva 25 anos pra estar pronto e produz por outros duzentos). Alma focada em fazer acontecer, graças a avó materna, analfabeta e sergipana desbravadora de mundos hostís nos anos 40, para criar os filhos sem maridos na terra de Jorge Amado (Itabuna, BA). Criatividade de engenheiro, forjado nos agora distantes quebra-cabeças, legos e pinos mágigos Elka. Formalismo preciso de monitor de matemática e física, nos tempos do colégio.

Cabei visgado pela febre de computação dos anos 80 e aos 15 já estava enfronhado com os velhos e bons programinhas de 3ra e 4rta geração. 22 anos incríveis de amor, tendinite e projetos se passaram.

Mas, fui visgado, aos poucos, pela área de vendas (a verdadeira, não aquela confundida com a mais antiga profissão do mundo ou com a origem das progenitoras dos vendedores)! Tudo começou com um italiano bigodudo que parecia aquela morsa dos desenhos do pica-pau (achou que ia ficar sem apelido, heim!!) chamado Roberto Regente Sr. Quem assiste Orange County Choppers e conhece o Paul Sr., é igualzinho. Ele dizia que o motor, o oxigênio e a sobrevivência da empresa está na área de vendas. Ele estava certo.

Nesta matéria da Istoé Dinheiro, estórias de empolgar de grandes vendedores que salvaram a pátria, em tempos de crise ou não. Vale a pena ler, algo inspirador no meio de uma tempestade. Ou, da ilusão de tempestade :)

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