Case Mod de gente grande !!!
Mind the Temperature
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Tamos aí, a 7 graus de temperatura...
...um dia ainda consigo conhecer alguma coisa desta cidade que dizem que tem uma qualidade de vida tão incrível. Por hora conheço 2 hotéis e 3 escritórios, e olha que já é minha segunda viagem !!!
...um dia ainda consigo conhecer alguma coisa desta cidade que dizem que tem uma qualidade de vida tão incrível. Por hora conheço 2 hotéis e 3 escritórios, e olha que já é minha segunda viagem !!!
Mind the Diet
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Pofessor Joe Explica
Dieta balanceada: Quando vc tem um oreo gigante e gelado com calda quente de chocolate e castanhas de cajú moídas em cada mão.
Dieta balanceada: Quando vc tem um oreo gigante e gelado com calda quente de chocolate e castanhas de cajú moídas em cada mão.
Mind Existence
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"The reason why I refuse to take existentialism as just another French fashion or historical curiosity is that I think it has something very important to offer us for the new century. I'm afraid we're losing the real virtues of living life passionately, in the sense of taking responsibility for who you are, and the ability to make something of yourself. And feeling good about life. Existentialism is often discussed as if it's a philosophy of despair, but I think the truth is just the opposite. Sartre, once interviewed, said he never really felt a day of despair in his life. But one thing that comes out from reading these guys is not a sense of anguish about life so much as a real kind of exuberance, a feeling on top of it. It's like your life is yours to create. I've read the postmodernists with some interest, even admiration, but when I read them I always have this awful nagging feeling that something absolutely essential is getting left out. The more that you talk about a person as a social construction, or as a confluence of forces, or as fragmented or marginalized, what you do is you open up a whole new world of excuses. And when Sartre talks about responsibility, he's not talking about something abstract. He's not talking about the kind of self or soul that theologians would argue about. It's something very concrete, like you and me talking, making decisions, doing things and taking the consequences. It might be true that there are six billion people in the world and counting; nevertheless, what you do makes a difference. It makes a difference first of all in material terms, it makes a difference to other people, and it sets an example. In short, I think the message here is that we should never simply write ourselves off and see ourselves as the victim of various forces. It's always our decision who we are.
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Será que estou muito velho para uma boa faculdade de filosofia?
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Será que estou muito velho para uma boa faculdade de filosofia?
Mind the Movie (again)
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(A couple are in bed talking -- Julie Delpy and Ethan Hawke)
I keep thinking about something you said.
Something I said?
Yeah. About how you often feel like you're observing your life from the perspective of an old woman about to die. Remember that?
Yeah. I still feel that way sometimes. Like I'm looking back on my life, and my waking life is her memories.
Exactly. I heard that Tim Leary said as he was dying that he was looking forward to the moment when his body was dead but his brain was still alive. You know they say that there's still six to twelve minutes of brain activity after everything else is shutdown. And one second of dream consciousness, well, that's infinitely longer than a waking second, you know what I'm saying?
Oh yeah, definitely. For example I wake up and it is 10:12, and then I go back to sleep and have those long, intricate, beautiful dreams that seem to last for hours, and then I wake up and it's 10:13.
Yeah, exactly. So in 6-12 minutes of brain activity, that could be your whole life. I mean, you are that woman looking back over everything.
Okay. So what if I am. Then what would you be in all that?
Whatever I am right now. I mean, maybe I only exist in your mind, but I'm still just as real as anything else.
Yeah. I've been thinking also about something you said.
What's that?
Just about reincarnation and where all the new souls come from over time. Everybody always says they are the reincarnation of Cleopatra or Alexander the Great. I always want to tell them they were probably some dumbfuck like everybody else. I mean, it's impossible. Think about it. The world population has doubled in the past 40 years, right? So if you really believe in that ego thing of one eternal soul, then you have only 50% chance of your soul being over 40, and for it to be over 150 years old, then it's only one out of six.
Right, so what are you saying? That reincarnation doesn't exist, or that we're all young souls, or half of us are first round humans?
No, no, what I'm trying to say is that somehow I believe reincarnation is just a poetic expression of what collective memory really is. There was this article by this bio-chemist I read not long ago, and he was talking about how when a member of our species is born, it has a billion years of memory to draw on. And this is where we inherit our instincts.
I like that. It's like there's this whole telepathic thing going on that we're all a part of, whether we're conscious of it or not. That would explain why there are all these seemingly spontaneous worldwide innovative leaps in science and the arts, you know, like the same results popping up everywhere independent of each other. Some guy on a computer figures something out, and then almost simultaneously a bunch of other people all over the world figure out the same thing. They did this study where they isolated a group of people over time, you know, and monitored their abilities at crossword puzzles in relation to the general population, and they secretly gave them a day-old crossword, one that had already been answered by thousands of other people, and their scores went up dramatically. Like 20%. So it's like once the answers are out there, people can pick up on them. Like we're all telepathically sharing our experiences.
Mais um trecho tirado de "Waking Life", filme que eu finalmente consegui alugar para poder assistir aos primeiros minutos... sempre pegava ele começado na TV a cabo.
O DVD tem a versão dublada, vou tentar mostrar para a minha mãe antes de devolver o disco amanhã
I keep thinking about something you said.
Something I said?
Yeah. About how you often feel like you're observing your life from the perspective of an old woman about to die. Remember that?
Yeah. I still feel that way sometimes. Like I'm looking back on my life, and my waking life is her memories.
Exactly. I heard that Tim Leary said as he was dying that he was looking forward to the moment when his body was dead but his brain was still alive. You know they say that there's still six to twelve minutes of brain activity after everything else is shutdown. And one second of dream consciousness, well, that's infinitely longer than a waking second, you know what I'm saying?
Oh yeah, definitely. For example I wake up and it is 10:12, and then I go back to sleep and have those long, intricate, beautiful dreams that seem to last for hours, and then I wake up and it's 10:13.
Yeah, exactly. So in 6-12 minutes of brain activity, that could be your whole life. I mean, you are that woman looking back over everything.
Okay. So what if I am. Then what would you be in all that?
Whatever I am right now. I mean, maybe I only exist in your mind, but I'm still just as real as anything else.
Yeah. I've been thinking also about something you said.
What's that?
Just about reincarnation and where all the new souls come from over time. Everybody always says they are the reincarnation of Cleopatra or Alexander the Great. I always want to tell them they were probably some dumbfuck like everybody else. I mean, it's impossible. Think about it. The world population has doubled in the past 40 years, right? So if you really believe in that ego thing of one eternal soul, then you have only 50% chance of your soul being over 40, and for it to be over 150 years old, then it's only one out of six.
Right, so what are you saying? That reincarnation doesn't exist, or that we're all young souls, or half of us are first round humans?
No, no, what I'm trying to say is that somehow I believe reincarnation is just a poetic expression of what collective memory really is. There was this article by this bio-chemist I read not long ago, and he was talking about how when a member of our species is born, it has a billion years of memory to draw on. And this is where we inherit our instincts.
I like that. It's like there's this whole telepathic thing going on that we're all a part of, whether we're conscious of it or not. That would explain why there are all these seemingly spontaneous worldwide innovative leaps in science and the arts, you know, like the same results popping up everywhere independent of each other. Some guy on a computer figures something out, and then almost simultaneously a bunch of other people all over the world figure out the same thing. They did this study where they isolated a group of people over time, you know, and monitored their abilities at crossword puzzles in relation to the general population, and they secretly gave them a day-old crossword, one that had already been answered by thousands of other people, and their scores went up dramatically. Like 20%. So it's like once the answers are out there, people can pick up on them. Like we're all telepathically sharing our experiences.
Mais um trecho tirado de "Waking Life", filme que eu finalmente consegui alugar para poder assistir aos primeiros minutos... sempre pegava ele começado na TV a cabo.
O DVD tem a versão dublada, vou tentar mostrar para a minha mãe antes de devolver o disco amanhã
Mind the Soundtrack
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"Keep Away''
Sickness spilling through your eyes
Craving everything you thought was alive, yeah
Stab me in heart again, ah yeah
Drag me through your wasted life, are you forever dead?
Do like I told you
Stay away from me
Never misunderstand me
Keep away from me
Twistin' everything around that you say, yeah!
Smack me in my mouth 200 times every other day
Rag me, I don't hear you anymore, not yet
Find out what it means to me, I don't know who you are
Draggin' on so lonely, aren't you tired baby? Yeah!
Breathing life into your lungs are you immune to me?
Immune to me
Immune to me
Immune to me
Maybe yeah yeah yeah!
Do like I told you
Stay away from me
Never misunderstand me
Keep away from me
Sickness spilling through your eyes
Craving everything you thought was alive, yeah
Stab me in heart again, ah yeah
Drag me through your wasted life, are you forever dead?
Do like I told you
Stay away from me
Never misunderstand me
Keep away from me
Twistin' everything around that you say, yeah!
Smack me in my mouth 200 times every other day
Rag me, I don't hear you anymore, not yet
Find out what it means to me, I don't know who you are
Draggin' on so lonely, aren't you tired baby? Yeah!
Breathing life into your lungs are you immune to me?
Immune to me
Immune to me
Immune to me
Maybe yeah yeah yeah!
Do like I told you
Stay away from me
Never misunderstand me
Keep away from me
Mind the Axis
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Hoje é noite de Yoga
Na última aula eu tomei um tombo bacana, e suei muito e tremi pacas...
Quando o Coelho me falou que o bagulho era punk, eu pensei: Não há de ser nada prá alguém que tá puxando um ferro firme nos últimos meses....
Hehehehehe... I wish.. cabou sendo mais trumático que as primeiras aulas de Muay Thai, tem uma veia na minha mão direita que até hoje não voltou mais pro lugar...
Mas o lance da respiração tem me ajudado no dia a dia... e ninguém imagina o quanto isto é importante prá mim hoje.
Na última aula eu tomei um tombo bacana, e suei muito e tremi pacas...
Quando o Coelho me falou que o bagulho era punk, eu pensei: Não há de ser nada prá alguém que tá puxando um ferro firme nos últimos meses....
Hehehehehe... I wish.. cabou sendo mais trumático que as primeiras aulas de Muay Thai, tem uma veia na minha mão direita que até hoje não voltou mais pro lugar...
Mas o lance da respiração tem me ajudado no dia a dia... e ninguém imagina o quanto isto é importante prá mim hoje.
Mind the Booze
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Ananova - Bugs Bunny actor arrested after stand-off with police : "Bugs Bunny actor arrested after stand-off with police
The actor whose voice brings Bugs Bunny to life has been arrested at his Los Angeles home after a stand-off with police.
Greg Burson, who also voices Daffy Duck and Yogi Bear, barricaded himself inside the property for six hours.
The siege began when two women called police to say Burson was holding another woman against her will. Armed Special Weapons and Tactics teams surrounded the house but Burson had already barricaded himself in, says The Sun.
He surrendered after hours of negotiation. Police later found guns in his house.
One officer said: 'He was so drunk we couldn't tell if he was trying to do one of his voices or was just slurring his words.'
An LAPD spokesman said the three women, who were unharmed, were room-mates of Burson's.
Burson has spent the past 15 years as the voice of the cartoon rabbit after taking over took over from the legendary Mel Blanc when he died in 1989.
Burson was released on bail."
Mind the Very Fridging Busy Man
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Pois é, esse papo de integração de empresa correndo em paralelo com as atividades do dia-a-dia estão me deixando meio doido. Junto com isso ainda tenho que arrumar tempo para administrar pessoas..
Seria muito, mas muito, mas assim extremamente mais fácil de lidar com as pessoas se elas viessem com um manual de instruções e mais ainda se vc pudesse programá-las para fazer aquilo que ela deve fazer direito.
Alilás, como vcs podem ver pelo meu post abaixo falando de uma coisa que aconteceu anteontem, estou com saudades do meu 'Time Bank' dos tempos de BBS. Tá acabando o tempo, vai lá no banco e saca mais uns 20 minutos... tá punk, não to conseguindo nem dar atenção pros meus amigos, incluindo meu brother companheiro de blog Joe e meu outro irmão da Bahia que tá de passagem em Sampa comprando coisas pra pousada nova...
'sculpaê Joe, a gente vai conseguir andar com as paradas.
(assim que conseguirmos finalizar as coisas 'Urgentes', vamos lidar com as "Importantes")
Seria muito, mas muito, mas assim extremamente mais fácil de lidar com as pessoas se elas viessem com um manual de instruções e mais ainda se vc pudesse programá-las para fazer aquilo que ela deve fazer direito.
Alilás, como vcs podem ver pelo meu post abaixo falando de uma coisa que aconteceu anteontem, estou com saudades do meu 'Time Bank' dos tempos de BBS. Tá acabando o tempo, vai lá no banco e saca mais uns 20 minutos... tá punk, não to conseguindo nem dar atenção pros meus amigos, incluindo meu brother companheiro de blog Joe e meu outro irmão da Bahia que tá de passagem em Sampa comprando coisas pra pousada nova...
'sculpaê Joe, a gente vai conseguir andar com as paradas.
(assim que conseguirmos finalizar as coisas 'Urgentes', vamos lidar com as "Importantes")
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