Mind the dream
----O meu de hoje, em compensação, foi muitíssimo doido !!! O melhor é que na hora em que começou a virar pesadelo, eu soube sair com toda tranquilidade e acordei sussú....
Mind the Weekend
----Desde quarta comemorando o casório do Bah e da Val, que aconteceu no Sábado.
Na sexta fui ganhar o meu presente que me dei a mim mesmo, a camerinha que a Téia trouxe pra mim da gringolândia. :)
Sabadôncio foi o dia do casamento, e este que vos fala foi digníssimo padrinho. Ficamos na festa até tantas, muito bom, até imitação de Elvis teve por parte do noivo. Juntou uma turma que não se via há anos, do tempo do colégio.
Ontem teve continuação do casamento, num churrasquinho promovido na casa da mãe da Val.
Precisamos arranjar fins-de-semana mais compridos, nem consegui visitar minhas sobrinhas-afilhadas-filhas-do-Joe-que-não-vejo-há-tempos.
Ah! Ganhei outro presente muito bacana, isso que meu aniversário é só amanhã..
Mind the Spirit
----Nossas exclusivas câmeras exra-sensoriais captaram algumas das manifestações do coisa-ruim-frutífero em momentos de encarnação fantasmagórica !!!
A primeira aparição foi na forma de um Maracú-Poncherelo-Rodoviário-Federal, que apareceu enquadrando Dna. Maria após realizar uma fuga espetacular de dentro do saco na cozinha, segue evidência:
Em total desespero, o casal partiu em fuga desenfreada, disparando com seus 3 carros pelas ruas do pacato bairro de Moema ao berros, e imaginem qual não foi sua surpresa ao se depararem com mais uma maifestação, desta vez na forma de um Maracú-Akira-Kick-Boxer, que os perseguiu em alta velocidade:
Maiores detalhes sobre a conclusão emocionante desta noite mal-assombrada estarão na edição deste domingo dos principais programas jornalísticos de respeito, como o Cidade Alerta e o Show do Ratinho !
/~joe - Ghostbuster faixa prata
Mind the Judgement
----Hoje me enganei, mas com honras, ao ter a nítida impressão de que a belíssima apresentadora abaixo não tinha o tipo da mulher casada e feliz.... ou ao menos não casada e sossegada... mas acho que nunca vou saber com certeza....
"Indeed, the 5'7" host of Britain's hugely popular Nigella Bites...'has a proper woman's body,' says her brother, Dominic, 45, editor of The Sunday Telegraph.'She is not a model. She is 100 percent woman.'" --Dominic describing his sister, who was voted one of People Magazine's 50 Most Beautiful People in 2002.
British celebrity chef and cookbook author Nigella Lawson has married art collector and advertising honcho Charles Saatchi in a small private wedding.
Lawson, 43, and Saatchi, 60, were married at their home in London on Thursday morning, with only their children from previous marriages in attendance.
Lawson has two children - Cosima, 10, and Bruno, 7 - from her marriage to John Diamond, who died of throat cancer 2 1/2 years ago. Saatchi has a daughter, Phoebe, from his second marriage.
Following the ceremony the couple went straight to Heathrow Airport's VIP lounge and then got into Mr Saatchi's eight-seater HS125 jet.
Some newspaper reports said Lawson wore a black bridal dress and had prepared the food for the wedding breakfast, but her spokesman said neither was true.
Saatchi, who made his millions after founding the Saatchi & Saatchi advertising agency with his brother Maurice, is a well known collector of modern art, particularly by British artists.
Mind the Reading
----(...)"Um sentimento reprimido nunca morre. É enterrado vivo, e retorna mais tarde, muito pior. Doenças psicossomáticas, especialmente dos sistemas respiratório, nervoso e circulatório frequentemente são a reencarnação do resentimento acumulado, dos desapontamentos profundos e das desilusões reprimidas pela mentalidade Perde/Ganha (das pessoas que preferem ceder e concordar). Raiva ou fúria desproporcional, reações extremadas à menor provocação, e o cinismo constituem representações das emoções contidas.
As pessoas que se reprimem, constantemente, incapazes de elevar os sentimentos a um patamar mais alto, descobrem que isso afeta seu amor-próprio e acaba por prejudicar a qualidade de seu relacionamento com os outros."
Mind the Headache
----AVISO: Se algum amigo seu for casar, e se por ventura vc tiver que ficar na rua com ele e mais 10 amigos até umas 4 da manhã, lembre-se que a terceira garrafa de uísque falsificado vai ficar na sua memória. Literalmente.
Mind the Hoodless Car
----If the Calendar Girls were making cars, this is what they would look like.
The car's bonnet is another fun feature.
The whole front of the car is moulded in one piece which can be removed only by a Volvo mechanic.
É isso aí, no mínimo o projeto deve ter sido preparado em máquinas rodando software da Microsoft, este é o primeiro carro de "motor proprietário", vc pode até dirigir, mas os patches tem que ser instalados pelo fabricante.
Mind the good reading
----By Annalee Newitz
Placebo
SO THERE'S AN article in Science this week about how
placebos really work. Basically, some scientists at the University of
Michigan created fMRIs of people's brains while they burned and shocked
them. Turns out that when the subjects took placebos before being hurt,
activity in the pain centers of their brains went down. In other words,
believing that you've eaten a painkiller causes your brain to stop interpreting
pain signals as, well, pain.
I like this idea: it's sort of like getting the neuroscience stamp
of approval for all kinds of wacky shit, like monks who train themselves
not to feel pain when they burn themselves, or sadomasochists who have
orgasms while being flogged. Even better, it reminds me of that cool
scene in the movie Dune, when Paul sticks his hand in the pain
box for a really long time and you hear that spooky voice-over intoning,
"I will not fear; fear is the mind-killer." Gratuitous science
fiction references aside, I do think it's remarkable that scientists
can get permission to as the researchers delicately put it
"shock or apply heat to" subjects. How much pain are we talking
about here, exactly? I guess it's all in the mind of the perceiver.
Which brings me to my mind, right now. As I write this, I'm sitting
in a darkened nightclub, watching a roomful of geeks taking notes on
their laptops. Yes, I'm at the inimitable CodeCon, an annual hacker
conference that brings together the most devious minds in the computer
industry. Already, I've learned a lot more about reverse engineering
than any good citizen ought to know.
But what's really exciting is that the guys from the Shmoo hacker group
have set up shop in the VIP area and are selling random numbers for
a dollar. I'm talking high-quality random numbers these suckers
are really random. They're generated using entropy from lava
lamps and radio waves from space and shaking a laser mouse inside a
paper bag. I'm going to buy two. Unfortunately, after a bit of investigation,
I've discovered that the random number-generating machine isn't working
quite yet they promise me that tomorrow, when I ask the machine
to pick a number between 1 and 10, it won't give me 175.
That's sort of the beauty of CodeCon: people come here to share their
weird creations, even if all the bugs haven't quite gotten worked out
yet.
Plus, it's a chance for geeks and nerds to talk to each other in person.
It's always exhilarating and vaguely bizarre to find myself
sitting next to Danny O'Brien and giggling, instead of giggling while
reading his e-zine Need to Know. Of course, there's still a lot of electron
juggling: we're all surfing the Web via the wireless network, and I'm
trying to send e-mails to people sitting two seats away from me.
There's nothing like watching hackers at play. When all of us arrive
at the post-CodeCon reception thrown by Google, it turns out we get
yo-yos with our free booze. And these are no ordinary yo-yos
they have little LEDs in them that light up. Immediately, everybody
has to analyze his or her yo-yo. Ken Schalk, who works on software-configuration
management system Vesta, whips out a pocket knife and starts taking
his apart. "OK, here's the problem," he opines. "The
string in the center needs to be tied a little more loosely, plus the
plastic needs to be roughed up a little for a good grip." Once
he's hacked it for a while, he shows me a couple of tricks the
yo-yo is zapping everywhere and lighting up and zooming around. The
guy is an amazing yo-yo fiend. "You've optimized your yo-yo!"
I exclaim. "No," he replies humbly. "I've just modified
it."
Later that evening I'm hanging out with more hackers at San
Francisco greasy spoon Sparky's. Jonathan Moore is going wild because
people at his local WiFi café are using hacked computers that
spray data packets all over the network and gum it up. "So I tell
this guy sitting next to me that his computer is pinging constantly
and messing up the network," he says. "And the guy just freaks
out. He can't believe I know that his computer's been hacked, and just
seeing one glimpse of what I can see utterly scares him." Matt
Chisolm chips in, "Yeah, the guy really was terrified."
I start thinking about the placebo effect again, and how our brains
are capable of fooling us into believing almost anything that
scientists aren't hurting us, that sugar pills can kill pain, that computers
can't be hacked, that our information infrastructure is safe and secure.
Nobody takes the placebo at CodeCon. We want to know what's going on
even if it hurts.
Annalee Newitz (sugarpill@techsploitation.com)
is a surly media nerd whose yo-yo skills are on a par with her origami
skills. Her column also appears in Metro, Silicon Valley's weekly
newspaper.
Mind the Training
----É sempre importante estar preparado para uma eventualidade, e nada melhor do que conhecer a fundo o inimigo !