Killing Me Softly With His Song
( Roberta Flack )
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style.
And so I came to see him to listen for a while.
And there he was this young boy, a stranger to my eyes.
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
I felt all flushed with fever, embarrassed by the crowd,
I felt he found my letters and read each one out loud.
I prayed that he would finish but he just kept right on ...
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
He sang as if he knew me in all my dark despair.
And then he looked right through me as if I wasn't there.
But he just came to singing, singing clear and strong.
Strumming my pain with his fingers,
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
He was strumming, oh, he was singing my song.
Killing me softly with his song,
Killing me softly with his song,
Telling my whole life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song ...
With his song ...
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
A Mathematical Wish :)
I knew someone once that knew how to crack it...
Comments on the demonstration of this equasion are very welcome! ;-)
We're having a bit of trouble cracking the last bit...
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
A Star is Born!
Madalena:
- Hebraico, a dos cabelos penteados. Pessoa discreta e observadora que prefere ouvir a falar. Está sempre a analisar os seus sentimentos e revela preocupação com a vida espiritual.
- Grego, excelsa, magnífica
Benvinda Madalena! És a nossa estrelinha! Que a tua vida seja longa e luminosa!
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Microsoft goes "Open"
The news everyone wanted to hear about MSOffice, courtesy of FT.com:
Microsoft to give Office access to rivals
Microsoft to give Office access to rivals
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
A future law suit ?
A couple in Sweden named their newborn baby Google. No joke!
Check here.
I bet the child will not be too happy about his father fancy and his mother's accomodation to this.
Fortunes spent in therapy! >;-)
Are people insane????
... or are they looking for a sponsorship raising their child...??
Check here.
I bet the child will not be too happy about his father fancy and his mother's accomodation to this.
Fortunes spent in therapy! >;-)
Are people insane????
... or are they looking for a sponsorship raising their child...??
Thursday, October 06, 2005
The Pheonix (revised)
Sometimes it's hard to pick yourself up from the ground.
Know you are not the only one.
Some things are what they are and there is nothing you can do about it. No matter what you feel or what they may mean to you, they end up being as clear as black and white.
You can "trully, madly, deeply" love someone that doesn’t love you and you can’t change that; just as you can be loved by someone you can’t feel anything for but flattered.
You can prepare, account for, make plans – and still be surprised in the worst way.
In the end you repeat to yourself day in day out to stop day dreaming because some things just aren’t real; and then you see other people living out what you imagined – just not you. The truth is you can’t always get what you want no matter how hard you want it or fight for it – no matter how “possible” and “reachable” it may seem, It’s just Not Going to Happen
It does feel like a death. It has no return, no coming back. It’s a done deed. A dead end.
What to do then? Grief like it was the death of someone precious to you: the death of yourself. Then be re-born – more cynical as it may be – but restart; you are still alive anyway, you might as well try to make the best of it.
Know you are not the only one.
Some things are what they are and there is nothing you can do about it. No matter what you feel or what they may mean to you, they end up being as clear as black and white.
You can "trully, madly, deeply" love someone that doesn’t love you and you can’t change that; just as you can be loved by someone you can’t feel anything for but flattered.
You can prepare, account for, make plans – and still be surprised in the worst way.
In the end you repeat to yourself day in day out to stop day dreaming because some things just aren’t real; and then you see other people living out what you imagined – just not you. The truth is you can’t always get what you want no matter how hard you want it or fight for it – no matter how “possible” and “reachable” it may seem, It’s just Not Going to Happen
It does feel like a death. It has no return, no coming back. It’s a done deed. A dead end.
What to do then? Grief like it was the death of someone precious to you: the death of yourself. Then be re-born – more cynical as it may be – but restart; you are still alive anyway, you might as well try to make the best of it.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Follow your heart
“Follow your heart”
… And it will lead you to the darkest of your soul;
It will drive you into the deepest of abysses. It will take you to a world of shadows and show you the monsters that hide in them.
It won’t stop when you want it to – it will keep on beating, marking the pace into the endless darkness, haunting you with its deafening pounding, torturing you every minute, every second of your life.
When you scream “Enough!” it will intensify the torture. “Only God can stop me” – but your strength is gone, even to believe, you are exhausted, being dragged by your tyrant till you are numb.
It is never painful enough.
The worse is yet to come.
You’ll see – it will keep you alive through the pain.
… And it will lead you to the darkest of your soul;
It will drive you into the deepest of abysses. It will take you to a world of shadows and show you the monsters that hide in them.
It won’t stop when you want it to – it will keep on beating, marking the pace into the endless darkness, haunting you with its deafening pounding, torturing you every minute, every second of your life.
When you scream “Enough!” it will intensify the torture. “Only God can stop me” – but your strength is gone, even to believe, you are exhausted, being dragged by your tyrant till you are numb.
It is never painful enough.
The worse is yet to come.
You’ll see – it will keep you alive through the pain.
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
Friday, August 05, 2005
The Mist
It was little after midnight when the smell came through the open window. The day was hot, 40º C and the night is little fresher.
The sent of a winter hearth doesn't feel right - I went to the balcony.
And there it is: the mist.
Unfortunately it is not fog, the promise of moist hanging in the air. The clouded air might deceive the sight at first glace, but the intense sent of burnt eucaliptus and the sting in the eyes soon clarifys its nature:
Lisbon's streets are immerged in a cloud of smoke from the violent fires in nearby Mafra and Leiria. :-(
The country is ablazed, litteraly. 15 simultaneous fires are still burning and 2700 firemen, tired from weeks of endless struggle are still working at this time to fight it. The severe drought fuels the fire with dry wood and water fails in many places.
What will still be left no one knows.
Rain - rain with be a blessing!
A blessing that isn't coming....
So the smoke keeps spreading .....................................
The sent of a winter hearth doesn't feel right - I went to the balcony.
And there it is: the mist.
Unfortunately it is not fog, the promise of moist hanging in the air. The clouded air might deceive the sight at first glace, but the intense sent of burnt eucaliptus and the sting in the eyes soon clarifys its nature:
Lisbon's streets are immerged in a cloud of smoke from the violent fires in nearby Mafra and Leiria. :-(
The country is ablazed, litteraly. 15 simultaneous fires are still burning and 2700 firemen, tired from weeks of endless struggle are still working at this time to fight it. The severe drought fuels the fire with dry wood and water fails in many places.
What will still be left no one knows.
Rain - rain with be a blessing!
A blessing that isn't coming....
So the smoke keeps spreading .....................................
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Getting to the point where...?
"Everyday I Love You Less And Less"
Kaiser Chiefs (c)
Everyday I love you less and less
It's clear to see that you've become obsessed
I've got to get this message to the press
That everyday I love you less and less
And everyday I love you less and less
I've got to get this feeling off my chest
The Doctor says all I needs pills and rest
Since everyday I love you less and less
And less, and less
I know, I feel it in my bones
I'm sick, I'm tired of staying in control
Oh yes, I feel a rat upon a wheel
i've got to know what's not and what's real
Oh yes I'm stressed, I'm sorry I digressed
Impressed you're dressed to SOS
Oh, and my parents love me
Oh, and my girlfriend loves me
Everyday I love you less and less
I can't believe once you and me did sex
It makes me sick to think of you undressed
Since everyday I love you less and less
And everyday I love you less and less
You're turning into something I detest
And everybody says that your a mess
Since everyday I love you less and less
And less, and less
I know, I feel it in my bones
I'm sick, I'm tired of staying in control
Oh yes, I feel a rat upon a wheel
I've got to know what's not and what is real
Oh yes I'm stressed, I'm sorry I digressed
Impressed you're dressed to SOS
Oh, and my parents love me
Oh, and my girlfriend loves me
Oh, they keep photos of me
Oh, thats enough love for me
Oh, and my parents love me
Oh, and my girlfriend loves me
Oh, they keep photos of me
OH THAT'S ENOUGH LOVE FOR ME!!
Saturday, July 09, 2005
WE WILL NOT CHANGE OUR LIVES.
from The Register:
Mind the translation of the note of claim of 07/07/'05 attacks in London tube.
He who warns IS NOT EXCUSED.GOD no matter what we call Him, has hell prepared for the murderers.
Mind the translation of the note of claim of 07/07/'05 attacks in London tube.
He who warns IS NOT EXCUSED.
We Are Not Afraid
07/07/2005:Message left near the site where Bus 30 exploded in London, as part of the terrorist attack.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Saturday, July 02, 2005
"Bush administration annexes internet"
Another news from The Register anounces another megalomaniac measure from our "favourite nutcase" :-(
Friday, July 01, 2005
Free my Mobile!
I hate to pay for a mobile and not being able to use it in the network I want. If I have to keep being a client of the operator for a year or so, so be it! But I want to use my phone as I please.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Monday, June 27, 2005
Thursday, June 16, 2005
I'm feeling good... B-)
Michael Buble: "Feeling Good"
Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Reeds driftin' on by
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
Fish in the sea
You know how I feel
River running free
You know how I feel
Blossom in the tree
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
Dragonfly out in the sun
you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin' fun
you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when the day is done
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me
Stars when you shine
You know how I feel
Scent of the pine
You know how I feel
Yeah freedom is mine
And I know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Reeds driftin' on by
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
Fish in the sea
You know how I feel
River running free
You know how I feel
Blossom in the tree
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
Dragonfly out in the sun
you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin' fun
you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when the day is done
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me
Stars when you shine
You know how I feel
Scent of the pine
You know how I feel
Yeah freedom is mine
And I know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Freedom, Human Rights and other dirty words...
This is not an "attack" on Microsoft - but one on China:
Microsoft Censors Chinese Blogs in Wired News
Microsoft Censors Chinese Blogs in Wired News
Monday, June 13, 2005
Tenho o Nome de uma Flor
Tenho o nome de uma flor
quando me chamas.
Quando me tocas,
nem eu sei
se sou água, rapariga,
ou algum pomar que atravessei.
Eugénio de Andrade (1923 - 2005), in «As Mãos e os Frutos», 1948
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Friday, May 13, 2005
Karma - or "revenge is best served cold"....
M. was my high-school crush. It's fair to say he was my "first love" - and even more accuratly he was not the love of my life as much later in life I realised.
M. was, to me, the coolest thing on the planet! Wow, among all those rude, scrubby 16 year old boys, he was tall in 17s, broad shoulders and leather jacket, quiet and controlled, and also the only guy that actually worked in group projects and therefore got half-a-decent grade - The class' "teacher's pet" and the cool guy, what a team!
Being the ultimately cool guy M. had, of course, a girlfriend - none than other, the principal's daughter. Untouchable and also the prettiest girl in school. Me being the fat, long often greasy hair girl, ad eternum in ALL-STARS snickers, jeans and baggy sweatshirts, our team was safe: we both worked well together, we spent countless hours on the phone, in that "pre-internet" online work system, quizzing eachother for the history test, discussing the biology paper for homework, or just chatting.
That went until his girlfriend broke up with him.
"Teenage crisis" finally got to the younger girlfriend that cut short her long wavy hair, replaced her spotless Benetton clothes for heavy metal shirts, black jeans, reinforced Doc Martins and took up matching boyfriend.
The Cool Guy's fat side kick was no longer "cool" to be seen with. And so I was bluntly avoided on the courtyard and in class - though we still talked a lot on the phone: even more so now his heart was "broken".
"Miraculous are the healing powers of the young" and soon enough he was back into dating this one and that - and came back to his "secret confidant" with details of his conquests: how pretty, how slender and lean and elegant these girls are. Untill he finally settled for a new one: a professional model.
It was my heart's time to feel broken. "If he likes me, I'll put myself on a starving diet! I'll do extra exercise!" and of course people always like you for what you are, not what you could be.
College came and we lost track of eachother. A couple years down the road I realised I didn't like 17 year old boys and that's what I remembered of him. I realised I loved myself despite. And I did go on a diet - for myself. Two years later, though I never became "model material" I had to change my entire wardrobe because I was wearing 4 sizes smaller.
Life went on, college was finished, another love and another broken heart, other passions....
I cut my air short, and I am pretty irrecognisable.
And now Karma brought him to me again.
The other day I was walking back to work, feeling not at my best and he walks by me. He looked me straight in the face but didn't recognise me. 11 years.... That can do a lot to a person.
I didn't say a thing but...
He wasn't as tall as I remembered him. I must have grown more than him. His pouty sexy lips now look like a beak in is now round chubby face, all of him a log squizzed into his suit, his laptop on a backpack crunching him a bit more. I wonder if the model is till with him.
How the mighty have fallen. For someone who dissed me for not looking like a beauty icon, despite my current overweight, the tired eyes, the opaque skin, the worries that mark a face ... Hey, M. - you look like an average bloke that doesn't exercise!
Then I felt ashamed of myself. After all I was applying the same criteria to him that he applied to me, in a long forgotten time... How mean!
But I realised - now that I am feeling old, and ugly and baggy and that I have accomplished nothing - It made my day! >;-)
I hope the Karma doesn't come back to me now......:"> Again....
M. was, to me, the coolest thing on the planet! Wow, among all those rude, scrubby 16 year old boys, he was tall in 17s, broad shoulders and leather jacket, quiet and controlled, and also the only guy that actually worked in group projects and therefore got half-a-decent grade - The class' "teacher's pet" and the cool guy, what a team!
Being the ultimately cool guy M. had, of course, a girlfriend - none than other, the principal's daughter. Untouchable and also the prettiest girl in school. Me being the fat, long often greasy hair girl, ad eternum in ALL-STARS snickers, jeans and baggy sweatshirts, our team was safe: we both worked well together, we spent countless hours on the phone, in that "pre-internet" online work system, quizzing eachother for the history test, discussing the biology paper for homework, or just chatting.
That went until his girlfriend broke up with him.
"Teenage crisis" finally got to the younger girlfriend that cut short her long wavy hair, replaced her spotless Benetton clothes for heavy metal shirts, black jeans, reinforced Doc Martins and took up matching boyfriend.
The Cool Guy's fat side kick was no longer "cool" to be seen with. And so I was bluntly avoided on the courtyard and in class - though we still talked a lot on the phone: even more so now his heart was "broken".
"Miraculous are the healing powers of the young" and soon enough he was back into dating this one and that - and came back to his "secret confidant" with details of his conquests: how pretty, how slender and lean and elegant these girls are. Untill he finally settled for a new one: a professional model.
It was my heart's time to feel broken. "If he likes me, I'll put myself on a starving diet! I'll do extra exercise!" and of course people always like you for what you are, not what you could be.
College came and we lost track of eachother. A couple years down the road I realised I didn't like 17 year old boys and that's what I remembered of him. I realised I loved myself despite. And I did go on a diet - for myself. Two years later, though I never became "model material" I had to change my entire wardrobe because I was wearing 4 sizes smaller.
Life went on, college was finished, another love and another broken heart, other passions....
I cut my air short, and I am pretty irrecognisable.
And now Karma brought him to me again.
The other day I was walking back to work, feeling not at my best and he walks by me. He looked me straight in the face but didn't recognise me. 11 years.... That can do a lot to a person.
I didn't say a thing but...
He wasn't as tall as I remembered him. I must have grown more than him. His pouty sexy lips now look like a beak in is now round chubby face, all of him a log squizzed into his suit, his laptop on a backpack crunching him a bit more. I wonder if the model is till with him.
How the mighty have fallen. For someone who dissed me for not looking like a beauty icon, despite my current overweight, the tired eyes, the opaque skin, the worries that mark a face ... Hey, M. - you look like an average bloke that doesn't exercise!
Then I felt ashamed of myself. After all I was applying the same criteria to him that he applied to me, in a long forgotten time... How mean!
But I realised - now that I am feeling old, and ugly and baggy and that I have accomplished nothing - It made my day! >;-)
I hope the Karma doesn't come back to me now......:"> Again....
The Friday "Dirty" Post >;-)
It's an almost decade long tradition (some of you know exactly what I mean
;-) ).
Only that this time it comes from someone else, reporter Regina Lynn from
The Register
Put Smut in Its Place.
Have a nice weekend
A.
;-) ).
Only that this time it comes from someone else, reporter Regina Lynn from
The Register
Put Smut in Its Place.
Have a nice weekend
A.
Distributed Computing
Imagine math calculations with so many iterations not a super-computer could
deal with them in under 50 or more years' time. How to solve this? Break the
problem into little pieces... And scatter them around to millions of little
processors to work on them. It will take long but it be a lot more faster.
That's the basic idea behind of a number of research projects that have a "zillion calculations" to explore.
Folding @ Home - distributed computing is one of these projects, this on under development at Standford University. It's goal is "to understand protein folding, protein
aggregation, and related diseases". There are a number of sites related to this projects, in a number of languages, maintained by volunteers that what to help out, lending their iddle processors to a greater good.
Check it out :-)
deal with them in under 50 or more years' time. How to solve this? Break the
problem into little pieces... And scatter them around to millions of little
processors to work on them. It will take long but it be a lot more faster.
That's the basic idea behind of a number of research projects that have a "zillion calculations" to explore.
Folding @ Home - distributed computing is one of these projects, this on under development at Standford University. It's goal is "to understand protein folding, protein
aggregation, and related diseases". There are a number of sites related to this projects, in a number of languages, maintained by volunteers that what to help out, lending their iddle processors to a greater good.
Check it out :-)
Friday, May 06, 2005
05/05/05, 5ª feira
As every 5 years, it was bank holiday in the Netherlands. And it Portugal it
was "5ª feira da Espiga" :-)
Monday, May 02, 2005
Sacanas...
Deputados islamistas abstiveram-se:
Parlamento do Kuwait falha aprovação do direito de voto para as mulheres
02.05.2005 - 15h01 AFP, AP
fonte: www.Publico.clix.pt
Parlamento do Kuwait falha aprovação do direito de voto para as mulheres
02.05.2005 - 15h01 AFP, AP
fonte: www.Publico.clix.pt
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Um Português no Parlamento Europeu
O deputado Carlos Coelho esforça-se paa dar ao cidadãos Portugueses o apoio para que se tornem Cidadãos Europeus activos, incluindo indicar os melhores caminhos a seguir para ter oportunidades iguais. Um esforço de louvar.
www.carloscoelho.org
www.carloscoelho.org
Friday, April 29, 2005
Xtreme Cybersex
Online Dating Meets Cybersex
What's the next step? Tamagoshi kids and Virtual Family Planning??
(Hey! I have copyright on that. ;-) )
What's the next step? Tamagoshi kids and Virtual Family Planning??
(Hey! I have copyright on that. ;-) )
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Parabéns Matilde!
Nasceste hoje, num dia solarengo de Abril, um dia que é só para ti :-)
Que o teu caminho de vida seja lindo, longo e luminoso, cheio da alegria que nos dão as flores que nascem depois de um inverno frio.
Que sejas muito feliz!
Que o teu caminho de vida seja lindo, longo e luminoso, cheio da alegria que nos dão as flores que nascem depois de um inverno frio.
Que sejas muito feliz!
Mourinho!
Mourinho, José Mourinho ;-)
Made in Portugal!
Especially for those that labbeled him as nothing more than the "interpreter of Bobby Robson, the coach from *that* 3rd world country" - Tomem e embrulhem! Mai'nada! ;-)
Mourinho is now one of the "Unofficial Embassadors" for Portugal, one we are happy to be proud of, along with Luis Figo, Amália, Eusébio. I confess I thought him no better than an arrogant b****** when he was the coach of FC Porto, because I'm a supporter of the brightest Lisbon club ;-) Now I'm a Mourinho supporter! No matter what club he is working for :-)
Friday, April 22, 2005
Online Relationships
On the article "Far Apart but Intensely Connected" a reporter tells a story of a couple that had to separate due to work obligations and kept their relationship going through telephone and online chat. Though they weren't sleeping in the same bed, they fell asleep on the phone. ;-) I found that a bit too extreme (I rather disconnect first ;-))) but that is an example of what one does with technology.
We've all heard, and read,and talked about the influence of technology in our lives but what i want to point out is that we increasingly stay connected with our friends through technology, even if they are as far as a walk across the street! I love to talk on the phone but I rarely am the one to start the conversation (a strange feeling of intrusion stops me but I love getting calls from my friends! :-)), so it's e-mail, IM and sms that keep my social networks going. And when we meet in real-space it's like we were together just yesyerday. :-) I trully love that.
Though we may not have time to do a lot out of work (for me time seems never to be enough to do all I want in the pace I want to do it, running is a constant factor), a simple sms keeps the thread intact.
However - the ease that we keep our online and offline relationships going goes both ways: it's as easy to break it off. Easier than ever.
"We'll Always Have ICQ" is a chronicle all about that. The reporter tells us of her 7 years relationship with a friend, co-worker, lover, confident - that suddenly turned into a communication blank.
She offended her friend and he cut her off. Regardless of his reasons to do so, it was the ease that he deleted her from his life that shocks the most.
He stopped replying her e-mails (filtering them straight to trash) and it took 2 min to delete her IM name from whatever IM clients they were using. She called him and he kept silent over the phone.
Though the reporter argues that the absence of physical memory that goes with online relationships makes it easy to get over with the breakup, I disagree.
I use IM for work sometimes, especially when we have teams abroad and - mea culpa - I have gone online appearing offline, or, most commonly, blocked my entire group of friends and left the work contacts see me online because I couldn't cope with all.
:-(
However sms and e-mail list are my "weapons of choice" to communicate with the ones dearest to my heart - so I find a way to be with them always.
But cutting off all communication with someone - and letting them know that you are cutting them off your lives feels to me like a death :-( A death inside, of trust broken, of friendship lost, a point of no return has been reached and what lies after that is silence, loss, nothingness - a big empty space where a dear friend, a lover, a companion used to be. Nothing can replace that. We may find other friends, share other feelings, but that one is no more... :'(
The other day I saw a friend that swore to me that didn't use IM come online and disappear instantly. that name never appeared again on my list. Undoubtably I got blocked...
The sms thread is broken too for lack of reply on that side, e-mail comes sparingly, and phone conversation is non existant. I got "the message", the message that I dreaded to get though I knew for long it was settled: the point of no return has been reached - our fading complicity is gone. "My friend, the end".
Strangely enough I got word of someone I had myself cursed into oblivion. I had deleted his IM from my clients, his mobile from my mobile, his e-mail gone! A new e-mail address, a new mobile number and a new message (one of "happy birthday") was a peace offering that seems to say "we are different people now, I'd like to see if the positive energy is still there".
I'm still in morning for my lost friendship, at least the friendship in the form I knew it, and I'm not terribly excited with the remade broken link. I'm tougher I suppose.
Life continues after death, one way or another. The pain fades, the scar remains - and we change. For better or for worse.
We've all heard, and read,and talked about the influence of technology in our lives but what i want to point out is that we increasingly stay connected with our friends through technology, even if they are as far as a walk across the street! I love to talk on the phone but I rarely am the one to start the conversation (a strange feeling of intrusion stops me but I love getting calls from my friends! :-)), so it's e-mail, IM and sms that keep my social networks going. And when we meet in real-space it's like we were together just yesyerday. :-) I trully love that.
Though we may not have time to do a lot out of work (for me time seems never to be enough to do all I want in the pace I want to do it, running is a constant factor), a simple sms keeps the thread intact.
However - the ease that we keep our online and offline relationships going goes both ways: it's as easy to break it off. Easier than ever.
"We'll Always Have ICQ" is a chronicle all about that. The reporter tells us of her 7 years relationship with a friend, co-worker, lover, confident - that suddenly turned into a communication blank.
She offended her friend and he cut her off. Regardless of his reasons to do so, it was the ease that he deleted her from his life that shocks the most.
He stopped replying her e-mails (filtering them straight to trash) and it took 2 min to delete her IM name from whatever IM clients they were using. She called him and he kept silent over the phone.
Though the reporter argues that the absence of physical memory that goes with online relationships makes it easy to get over with the breakup, I disagree.
I use IM for work sometimes, especially when we have teams abroad and - mea culpa - I have gone online appearing offline, or, most commonly, blocked my entire group of friends and left the work contacts see me online because I couldn't cope with all.
:-(
However sms and e-mail list are my "weapons of choice" to communicate with the ones dearest to my heart - so I find a way to be with them always.
But cutting off all communication with someone - and letting them know that you are cutting them off your lives feels to me like a death :-( A death inside, of trust broken, of friendship lost, a point of no return has been reached and what lies after that is silence, loss, nothingness - a big empty space where a dear friend, a lover, a companion used to be. Nothing can replace that. We may find other friends, share other feelings, but that one is no more... :'(
The other day I saw a friend that swore to me that didn't use IM come online and disappear instantly. that name never appeared again on my list. Undoubtably I got blocked...
The sms thread is broken too for lack of reply on that side, e-mail comes sparingly, and phone conversation is non existant. I got "the message", the message that I dreaded to get though I knew for long it was settled: the point of no return has been reached - our fading complicity is gone. "My friend, the end".
Strangely enough I got word of someone I had myself cursed into oblivion. I had deleted his IM from my clients, his mobile from my mobile, his e-mail gone! A new e-mail address, a new mobile number and a new message (one of "happy birthday") was a peace offering that seems to say "we are different people now, I'd like to see if the positive energy is still there".
I'm still in morning for my lost friendship, at least the friendship in the form I knew it, and I'm not terribly excited with the remade broken link. I'm tougher I suppose.
Life continues after death, one way or another. The pain fades, the scar remains - and we change. For better or for worse.
Libertação
Da Weasel - Força
Tás a sentir
Uma página de história
Um pedaço da tua glória
Que vai passar breve memória
Estamos no pico do verão mas chove
Por todo o lado
Levo uma de cada
Já estou bem aviado
Cuspo directo no caderno
Rimas saídas do inferno
Que passei à tua pala
Num tempo que pareceu eterno
Tou de cara lavada
Tenho a casa arrumada
Lembrança apagada
Duma vida quase lixada
Passeio na praia
Atacado pelos clones
São tantos e iguais
Sem contar com os silicones
Olho para o céu
Mas toda a gente foi de férias
Apetece-me gritar
Até rebentar as artérias
[REFRÃO 4x:]
(Respiro fundo)
E lembro-me da força
(que guardo dentro do meu corpo)
Espero que ela ouça
Todo o amor deste mundo
Perdido num segundo
Todo o riso transformado
Num olhar apagado
Toda a fúria de viver
Afastada do meu ser
Até que um dia acordei
E vi que estava a perder
Toda a força que cresceu
Na vida que deus me deu
A vontade de gritar bem alto:
"O MEU AMOR MORREU"
Todo o mundo há-de ouvir
Todo o mundo há-de sentir
Tenho a força de mil homens
Para o que há de vir
Flashback instantâneo
Prazer momentâneo
Penso em ti até
Que bate duro
No meu crânio
Toda a dor
Toda a raiva
Todo o ciúme
Toda a luta
Toda a mágoa e pesar
Toda a lágrima enxuta
Alieno-me como posso
Não posso encher a cabeça
Não há dinheiro
Nem vontade
Ou amor que o mereça
Não vou pensar de novo,
Vou-me pôr novo
Neste dia novo
Estreio um coração novo
Visto-me de branco
Bem alegre no meu luto
Saio para a rua
Mais contente que um puto
Acredita que custou
Mas finalmente passou
No final do dia
Foi só isto que restou
[REFRÃO 4x:]
Todo o amor deste mundo
Perdido num segundo
Todo o riso transformado
Num olhar apagado
Toda a fúria de viver
Afastada do meu ser
Até que um dia acordei
E vi que estava a perder
Toda a força que cresceu
Na vida que deus me deu
A vontade de gritar bem alto:
"O MEU AMOR MORREU"
Todo o mundo há-de ouvir
Todo o mundo há-de sentir
Tenho a força de mil homens
Para o que há de vir
Vai haver um outro alguém
Que me ame e trate bem
Vai haver um outro alguém
Que me ouça também
Vai haver um outro alguém
Que faça valer a pena
Vai haver um outro alguém
Que me cante este poema"
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Monday, April 18, 2005
Sunday, April 17, 2005
More Garbage!! Yes!! ;-)
Finally the new GARBAGE album, "Bleed like me" is out!
Is it just me or was this one of the quietest releases of this Scottish group?
So far it sounds like a great work. :-)
Is it just me or was this one of the quietest releases of this Scottish group?
So far it sounds like a great work. :-)
Tanti Auguri Leonardo!!
The 15th of April was Leonardo da Vinci's Day. It's believe this genius scientist / sculpter / painter was born on this day in 1452 (553, such a lovely age! ;-)).
I wonder if all this genius would be expressed even by such a man in an era like ours - or if all this talent would be marred by the constant appeals of technology(lol, Leonardo da Vinci hacking away at a computer, PDA at hand, struggling with an operative system instalation, worried if the backups of his work are intact or if the hackers got through his coding algorithym, skettishing DNA sequences in a notebook over a cup of coffee, listening to Moby on his MP3 player, and wondering if there will be time to start on the painting he had been thinking of... and deciding it's much more fun to try the new GTA?! ARGH!!). ;-)
Here is some more of his work.
I wonder if all this genius would be expressed even by such a man in an era like ours - or if all this talent would be marred by the constant appeals of technology(lol, Leonardo da Vinci hacking away at a computer, PDA at hand, struggling with an operative system instalation, worried if the backups of his work are intact or if the hackers got through his coding algorithym, skettishing DNA sequences in a notebook over a cup of coffee, listening to Moby on his MP3 player, and wondering if there will be time to start on the painting he had been thinking of... and deciding it's much more fun to try the new GTA?! ARGH!!). ;-)
Here is some more of his work.
Ancestry
National Geographic is conducting a project called Genographic .
Definitely worth a visit - and maybe a participation. :-)
"The National Geographic Society, IBM, geneticist Spencer Wells, and the Waitt Family Foundation have launched the Genographic Project, a five-year effort to understand the human journey—where we came from and how we got to where we live today. This unprecedented effort will map humanity's genetic journey through the ages."[source: National Geographic Society ]
Definitely worth a visit - and maybe a participation. :-)
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Titanic
Titanic, "The Unsinkable Ship", left Southampton on 10th April 1912, on its inaugural journey heading for New York. Such a magnificent ship... and we all know what happened to it.
On the evening of the 14th of April 1912 Titanic collided with an iceberg 925 km southest of Newfoundland (Terra Nova). On the early hours of 15th of April it was a shipwreck in the bottom of the ocean.
64 years later, on the 14th of April 1976 a girl was born in Lisbon.
Though she lives by the sea, she has never been on a cruise. But she has seen ships twice and three times bigger than Titanic.
64 years before about 2000 people perished at see in one of the most, if not the most, traggic accidents ever.
64 after that, a life continued. As in all the time in between. And 29 years after that too.
On the evening of the 14th of April 1912 Titanic collided with an iceberg 925 km southest of Newfoundland (Terra Nova). On the early hours of 15th of April it was a shipwreck in the bottom of the ocean.
64 years later, on the 14th of April 1976 a girl was born in Lisbon.
Though she lives by the sea, she has never been on a cruise. But she has seen ships twice and three times bigger than Titanic.
64 years before about 2000 people perished at see in one of the most, if not the most, traggic accidents ever.
64 after that, a life continued. As in all the time in between. And 29 years after that too.
Cookie Monster on a diet!
Lucky Luke dropped the fag-end he endlessly held on his lip, and replaced it by a straw or a flower. Now it's time for Sesame's Street Cookie Monster to replace the cookies for a lovely salad!
"Me adore salad!" in order to help combat infant obesity in the USA. Good luck guys! Poppeye and his magic spinach worked for me as a kid :-) and I still love them spinach... ;-)
"Me adore salad!" in order to help combat infant obesity in the USA. Good luck guys! Poppeye and his magic spinach worked for me as a kid :-) and I still love them spinach... ;-)
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Me, without you...
Adriana Calcanhotto
Album: Adriana Partimpim
Fico Assim Sem Você
by Cacá Moraes / Abdullah
Avião sem asa - a plane with no wings
Fogueira sem brasa - a fire without ember
Sou eu assim sem você - This is me without you
Futebol sem bola - football with no ball
Piu-piu sem Frajola - Tweety without Silvestre
Sou eu assim sem você -This is me without you
Porque que é que tem que ser assim? - Why does it have to be this way?
Se o meu desejo não tem fim - If my desire has no end
Eu te quero todo instante - I want you at every moment
Nem mil auto-falantes - not a thousand loud speakers
Vão poder falar por mim - will be able to speak for me
Amor sem beijinho - Love without kisses
Buchecha sem Claudinho - Laurel without Hardy
Sou eu assim sem você - This is me without you
Circo sem palhaço - Circus without clowns
Namoro sem abraço - wooing without hugging
Sou eu assim sem você - This is me without you
Tô louca pra te ver chegar - I'm eager for seeing you arrive
Tô louca pra te ter nas mãos - I'm eager for have you in my hands
Deitar no teu abraço - to lay in your embrace
Retomar o pedaço - regain the space
Que falta no meu coração - missing in my heart
Eu não existo longe de você - I don't exist away from you
E a solidão é o meu pior castigo - and loneliness is my worst punishment
Eu conto as horas pra poder te ver - I count the hours to see you
Mas o relógio tá de mal comigo - but the clock is cross at me
Por quê? Por quê? - Why oh Why?!
Neném sem chupeta - Baby with no dummy
Romeu sem Julieta - Romeo without Juliette
Sou eu assim sem você - This is me without you
Carro sem estrada - a car without a road
Queijo sem goiabada - Cheese without jam
Sou eu assim sem você - This is me without you
Porque que é que tem que ser assim?
Se o meu desejo não tem fim
Eu te quero a todo instante
Nem mil auto-falantes
Vão poder falar por mim
Eu não existo longe de você
E a solidão é o meu pior castigo
Eu conto as horas pra poder te ver
Mas o relógio tá de mal comigo (2x)
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
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Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Café Babel
Café Babel - European current affairs magazine is an online Café in the most mediterranean Europe sense of it: a meeting place where all sorts of people discusse current affairs that influence our lives as Europeans and citizens of the world. Different points of view are approached in a clear, unbiased way. Take a look , add your bit to the conversation :-) It's, afteral, "conversa de café". ;-)
BTW, in the March issue there is an interesting article on our much discussed Software Patenting. Maybe it will help clarify a few points (even political ones) we the regular net-surfer-home-computer-user may not be aware of, and alerting to several other political trends we are slowly being confronted with.
BTW, in the March issue there is an interesting article on our much discussed Software Patenting. Maybe it will help clarify a few points (even political ones) we the regular net-surfer-home-computer-user may not be aware of, and alerting to several other political trends we are slowly being confronted with.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Live and let "leave".... :-P
James Bond knew it all B-)
Live and Let Die
Performed by Paul McCartney and Wings
Music and Lyrics by Paul and Linda McCartney
Live and Let Die
Performed by Paul McCartney and Wings
Music and Lyrics by Paul and Linda McCartney
"When you were young and your heart
was an open book,
You used to say live and let live.
(You know you did, you know you did, you know you did.)
But if this ever changing world in which we live in,
Makes you give in and cry...
Say live and let die.
(Live and let die.)
Live and let die.
(Live and let die.)
What does it matter to you?
When you got a job to do you gotta do it well.
You've got to give the other fella hell.
You used to say live and let live.
(You know you did, you know
you did, you know you did.)
But if this ever changing world in which we live in
Makes you give in and cry,
Say live and let die.
(Live and let die.)
Live and let die.
(Live and let die.) "
Women's Day - Because it's still necessary to remember women's rights
Friends,
Today is Women's Day.
Apart from the praise women may be granted for all that is in their nature to do, this is still a day to remember that in the start of the XXI Century A.C. (Human kind has been around a great deal longer), there is still the need to recognise and grant women the rights that are due to any human being. The right to freedom of opinion, the right to vote, the right to equal healthcare, the right to equal pay for equal work .
It's appaling that police charges on women's right protesters such as the one last sunday in Istanbul still happen, that 1 out of every 4 women in Europe are still victims of domestic violence, violence against women rages on .
But also let us not forget about our duties as women. Women with the rights (like the right to vote) that don't exercise them, women that adopt "equality" as an excuse to adopt laxist attitudes towards life.
Let us not forget the great women in History that made progress in Science, Politics and Human Rights, surpassing huge obstacles and making way to future progress.
Here's a bit of history about the day.
Today is Women's Day.
Apart from the praise women may be granted for all that is in their nature to do, this is still a day to remember that in the start of the XXI Century A.C. (Human kind has been around a great deal longer), there is still the need to recognise and grant women the rights that are due to any human being. The right to freedom of opinion, the right to vote, the right to equal healthcare, the right to equal pay for equal work .
It's appaling that police charges on women's right protesters such as the one last sunday in Istanbul still happen, that 1 out of every 4 women in Europe are still victims of domestic violence, violence against women rages on .
But also let us not forget about our duties as women. Women with the rights (like the right to vote) that don't exercise them, women that adopt "equality" as an excuse to adopt laxist attitudes towards life.
Let us not forget the great women in History that made progress in Science, Politics and Human Rights, surpassing huge obstacles and making way to future progress.
Here's a bit of history about the day.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Today is one of those days...
... When it absolutely feels like doing nothing. You look at the pile of
work in front of you, getting bigger and bigger by the second and you just
freeze. Watching the sun outside and feeling hard to breathe.
I can't wait to get out of here today, finding excuses to surf the web in
search of peace of mind, hoping the clock goes faster. So I'm e-mailing to
the blog with a stern look on my face, pretending to the people around I'm
writing a very serious e-mail >;-) Oh C'mon, you never did that yourself?!
;-)
But time arrives, an harrand calls me outside :-) Yuppi!! :-)
Goodnight.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
Horst P. Horst was one of the rare people that can show us beauty through his eyes.
Monday, February 28, 2005
IRS in the USA :-)
Sport of kings
Muay Thai is the root of all kinds of Kick Boxing, Full Contact and K1.
Forbidden to women for a centuries for religious reasons and still far from the high profile championships, Women Kickboxing [ranking available] and Muay Thai is gathering more participants. Women's Kickboxing in Thailand is becoming a well recognised sport. Kickboxing is now well known in Europe and America but is also well implemented in Japan.
Muay Thai has very specific rules and codes from the athlets dress to colours and dimensions of the ring. Foul play is severely punished despite the aparent ruthlessness of the sport.
Goodbye Mr. Benenson
"In 1961, Peter Benenson read a newspaper report about two Portuguese students who had been arrested and jailed for drinking a toast to liberty in a cafe in Lisbon.
Outraged, he decided to look at ways of highlighting the plight of all so-called "prisoners of conscience" around the world.
From that inspiration Mr Benenson, who died on Friday [25th February 2005] aged 83, founded Amnesty International. "
quote taken from news.bbc.co.uk
Goodbye Mr. Benenson... Thank you.
Friday, February 25, 2005
Hope springs eternal :-)
"There is not enough darkness in all the world to put out the light of even
one small candle. "
- Robert Alden
one small candle. "
- Robert Alden
Thursday, February 24, 2005
The dark and the light
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Fight, fight against the dying of the light!"
Dylan Thomas
Fight, fight against the dying of the light!"
Dylan Thomas
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Cheguei...
Quietly, peacefully, I've just arrived.
It's the middle of the journey. But it's just starting here.
It's the middle of the journey. But it's just starting here.
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