February 29, 2008
truth be told, it's merely a matter of modal verbs
February 28, 2008
wake up to call the nightmare
February 27, 2008
on people (II)
on people (I)
February 26, 2008
don't try it at home
February 25, 2008
February 22, 2008
things that i hate
heavy metal machine
February 21, 2008
and now i'm flattered
i know i have no children yet and all
quoth the raven (XXVI):
February 20, 2008
inner beauty my ass
the annoying thing
quoth the raven (XXV):
February 19, 2008
the castle in the swamp
herbert: what, the curtains?
father: no, not the curtains, lad. all that you can see! stretched out over the hills and valleys of this land! this'll be your kingdom, lad!
herbert: but, mother--
father: father, i'm father.
herbert: fut father, i don't want any of that.
father: listen, lad. i've built this kingdom up from nothing. when i started here, all there was was swamp. all the kings said i was daft to build a castle in a swamp, but i built it all the same, just to show 'em. it sank into the swamp. so, i built a second one. that sank into the swamp. so i built a third one. that burned down, fell over, then sank into the swamp. but the fourth one stayed up. an' that's what your gonna get, lad - the strongest castle in these islands!
herbert: but i don't want any of that - i'd rather-
father: rather what?!
herbert: i'd rather... just...
father: stop that, stop that! (...)
anyway, i'm taking over a very popular one that's roaming free on the portuguese blog world. i'm starting here - i have to say my twelve favourite words. the reasons for them to be favourite are not important, i believe, but one can always explain them. so, here it goes:
1) endlessly - i like the way it sounds, really.
2) indeed - quite a charming way to reafirm something.
3) wyvern - same as 1, and it reminds me a very nice m:tg game card.
4) parallax - 'l' is a beautiful sound, isn't it?
5) whirlwind - it is.
6) bleak - indeed.
7) ancient - a respectful and meaningful way to say old.
8) scratch - it sounds funny. and it reminds me of scrat, the sabertooth squirrel disaster of ice age.
9) sybil - back to the 'l' - thank you, mrs. vinge, for this one!
10) underworld - self-explanatory for anyone who knows a little of myself.
11) mushroom - it also sounds funny.
12) piggyback - the things we learn by translating articles on information technologies.
done. now i pass it over to shelyra, alice and angie. in portuguese, of course - i'll do the same on my other world.
callahan: y-yes, that's my gun, i recognize it.
horatio: and you're aware that this was the murder weapon? the weapon who killed that girl in your living room?
callahan: yes, but it wasn't me.
horatio: and where were you in that night, when she was shot?
callahan: at home, watching television.
horatio: at home, watching television. so you're trying to convince me, mr. callahan, that you were at home, watching television, while a girl was murdered in your living room with your gun and it wasn't you?
callahan: yes. it wasn't me. i'm innocent.
horatio: and you don't know who did it?
callahan: no, i don't. and i say it again, i'm innocent.
horatio: you might be. yet the evidence tells a different story.
watch your tongue, lad
February 18, 2008
things we find out
February 17, 2008
late reply and introduction to the science of IP
no, mate, i haven't ran out of arguments. as a matter of fact - and forgive me the arrogance - i don't think i'd ever ran out of arguments with someone like you. i've simply opted to spend my weekend with my girlfriend and away from the internet. which makes sense, considering that her company is far more appealing than the company of someone annonymous in the blog world, wouldn't you agree?
now look. i could come and tell that you've never been in my homeland so you can't really tell. i could tell you that you've no idea how is life in the countryside, and that you strike me as one of those city-born folk who think that everyone who was born in the country is half-wild while they, the self-proclaimed elite, have never seen a real sheep in their entire life. i could tell you that globalization has anything to do with what's going on with the portuguese countryside, and that our problem is another one: it lies on education, and it explains why ireland some years ago was a rural half-developed country and now is the strongest economy in europe. i could tell you that compliance with the new communitary rules is killing our tradictional products for modernization's sake, while we fight against modernization in other sectors that really need it (industry and agriculture, for example). last, but not least, i could tell you that the european union is not a complete part of globalization, but rather a protectionist market that is quite responsible for some human misery in the so-called third world.
i could say all this, and you wouldn't care simply because it wouldn't match your mindframe. that's why i have something far more interesting to tell about you.
i found it quite curious that all the page views i have on the blog on the exact time your comments are posted are the same. how do i know that? your ip (internet protocol) address tells me that. like most bloggers nowadays, i have a way to track some information about my visitors: i know their ip, where are they from, where did they come from, and the nearest base station. hell, i can even know their operative system, their screen resolution and the browser they're using.
you should remember that the internet is not a safe place, especially for amateurs. mind you, i include myself among the amateurs, even though i'm probably more aware than most people about security issues due to my job. as i know some solutions as well.
now, another curious fact, peter: you and maggie share the same ip address. and while most isp nowadays provide dynamic ip - meaning, they are randomly generated and allocated, and refreshed within a time span -, maggie's ip address appears to be static, for it hasn't changed since friday. so this brings me to three possible explanations:
1) you've hacked her account - too unlikely for me to believe.
2) you are her personal acquaintance and used her computer to send the comments - and this would prove that she lied when she told in her blog that she didn't know you; also, this would prove that both of you have "cooked" the discussion and some personal attacks that i've found rather amusing.
3) you and maggie are one and the same person. and since i know her personally, "peter" is nothing but an alias, an avatar she created or used to fuel the discussion and to be able to say some things that she wouldn't otherwise.
after all the time in the internet, i say the option 3 is the correct one. ip addresses don't lie, after all.
the reasons for this behaviour are unknown to me - and to be quite honest, i prefer not to know them, since i would probably have to get personal to explain them. i can't understand how someone have patience to make such a scheme, especially when there's nothing to win with it. you know that you can't change my mind, my ideas. and you should know that it takes much more for me to feel bad about blog flaming. i really don't know what you've earned with all this, but i hope it was something good enough to justify.
next time, however, try not to hide under ridiculous avatars. in the end, this machination of yours says more about you than me. anyway, thanks for putting my rethoric and investigation skills to the test. i really believe that i've succeeded in both.
and this is the last thing i'll say about this subject. it really pleases me to discuss most of subjects, being politics one of my favourite topics. i love a good argument. and mind you, it's really easy for someone to change my mind - as long as they're smarter than me and their arguments make more sense. yet i prefer to do it with real people, and not with someone who hides behind a nickname. i'm sorry. i'm individualist, remember? i believe people must stand for what they believe. if one is confident that one's views are the right ones, then one should stand for them - not hide. if one can't do it.... well, cowardice is quite common anyway, isn't it?
February 15, 2008
like the following blog's post. go check it out:
[global warming kills nessie]
and don't forget to read the comments. i laughed really loud with this one:
i’m still waiting for “santa’s north pole home" sinks into the ocean due to global warming …. elves left homeless.”
February 14, 2008
start a revolution
i assume myself as conservative, pessimist and selfish. conservative because i believe that some values can not be forsaken and are above everything - namely, the human life. ironically enough, this very same standing makes me think that medical technologies like cloning, for example, should be studied and followed. or that cloned embryos should be studied due to the regenerative abilities of their cells. and again, because of the lifes that could be saved by cloning organs, regenerating lost limbs or healing lethal diseases. so you see, i'm conservative, yet not an amish. i'm quite liberal as well, as a matter of fact. if there is one thing that i believe in, is in the individual. i'm pessimist because that's the only way to keep my sanity. you can say it's a defensive stance, and i would kinda agree with that. pessimism, however, does not keep me from following my ambitions and doesn't make me fall in disbelief. it simply reminds me all the time that things can go wrong, terribly wrong. finally, i'm selfish because i believe in the individual. quoting ayn rand, the smallest minority is the individual. those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities. mankind will have no rights whatsoever if the individual lose its rights for it - mankind is made of individuals, after all. so you see, it's not about praising social differences and gaps, it's not about wishing everyone to burn in hell, it's not about not be willing to help the next one. it has nothing to do with that. misreading for the win.
and yes, i'm pessimist. does that mean i don't fight for what i believe? no, it doesn't. does that mean i have no dreams or ideals? no, not at all. i have a lot, if you ask me. but i don't believe in the world, because the world is not something to believe in. i believe with what's possible, and what's impossible i keep for my dreams while i sleep.
death and taxes
quoth the raven (XXIV):
February 13, 2008
the elephant man
illusions of grandeur
zeros and ones
the bottom line
lay of the land
February 12, 2008
readers' blog: liquid bones
the first thing i really need to explain you about is quite dramatic (let me put it as honest as it gets): mankind is a complex problem of the world. you believe poetry is some sort of an answer to your pain and end up facing the very truth: that's an enormous lie! now you're probably saying this doesn't make any sense (can hear you from here). it's quite similar to god, actually. you want to stop pain to run through you as if it was your blood, but no poem will save you (believe me, i'm sick, got loads of books talking to each other on my desk and ain't feeling any better). that's why this problem i've first told you about has no solution.
February 11, 2008
February 10, 2008
maybe i should go back three years ago and finish what i left unfinished.
February 09, 2008
February 07, 2008
notes from danmark (VII)
tomorrow, barcelona. work work, apparently. unfortunately, it won't be this time i'm leaving without a return ticket. history repeats itself in many ways.
notes from danmark (VI)
February 06, 2008
no rest for the wicked
far from the sight, far from the heart
anyway. back to psychology, and now to piaget (i was mistaking the theories; shame on me). according to piaget, the first stage of the cognitive development is the sensorimotor stage. this stage includes a curious phenomenon called object permanence: imagine that you place an object, let's say a ball, in front of a child's eyes. the child sees it, acknowledges its existence, and probably tries to reach it (and stuck it into his or her mouth, if we go back to freud). yet if you cover the object (let's be cheap and use a piece of cardboard), thus hiding it from the child's sight, he or she will simply forget about it. because it is no longer there, in front of the eyes, and the child cannot comprehend that it is, in fact, still there, but hidden. so if it isn't there, it doesn't exist. simple.
unlike freud, piaget hasn't described, to my knowledge, any kind of fixations. yet i could name some fixations related with object permanence. maybe another time.
never forget. never forgive
the golden compass (III)
as a huge fan of philip pullman's epic trilogy, i had been eagerly anticipating this film adaptation for at least a year; even more so because i was an extra in one of the scenes. i had fallen in love with the books a while back; not due to the fantastical elements, but due to the way it introduced this fantastical parallel universe to the reader in a slow, subtle, familiar way and made it feel real and tangible. the books are gritty, rugged and at times violent, and the stories' themes are philosophical and even spiritual in a way. It grieves me to say that the film misses the point; concentrating instead, on the fantasy, the action and the giant talking polar bears (panserbjorne).
this is a review of the golden compass movie, writen by john sutherland at imdb.com. i sign below, the guy is right from the beginning to the end. and yes, i'm picking up an old subject, but t still pisses me off that they adapted such a wonderful tale so badly.
February 05, 2008
readers' blog: the path of fate
and when i felt myself right in the void, with all the hope to open my eyes and see what was around me gone, and gone for good, i fell. like a stone, i fell. like some piece of debris cast ashore, hardened and motionless. empty of feelings and full of nothing. and there i stood, lying fetal on the cold grounds, until i felt the revolution of the skies. the world thundered on my head, and everything around was roaming with rage. chaos had just broken free, relentlessly assaulting me. a hurricane of sensations flooded into my chest and sent me tumbling down again.
when the tumbling stopped, it was as if my head was misplaced. chaos had arrived to my life, to my very existence. it hadn’t come alone, however; it had brought along with it something i had searched for so long – sheer and strong sensations, unrelenting feelings and passions.
the chaos saved me.
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it's that silly time of the year
February 04, 2008
if people do something from us (that we may or may have not asked for), what's the point of shoving that right into our faces when they want us to do something for them? or when we do something they don't agree with? why falling so low? they completely lack respect for us when they do it - and they lack self respect as well, event though they seldom acknowledge it. it's sad. quite sad. i've endured that my entire life - that's why i can live pretty well being a selfish, self-centered son of a bitch. to be honest, people deserve no less than that.
erased, not forgotten
full emptiness (II)
waste not, want not
black and white
February 01, 2008
things that really matter
don't they have anything better to do?
a lesson to learn
i remembering feeling that way too, once. you know i'm a writer wannabe, mostly in science fiction and fantasy. for years i've been creating and reshaping worlds, making them come alive with characters and wars and tales of heroism and despair. i was sure i wanted to keep writing fantasy when i saw the lord of the rings movies - which, as you know, i loved. then i read the books, and found them astonishing. i thought for myself, i wanna be like him (tolkien). and then i read the silmarillion, tolkien never finished masterpiece. and i thought, what the fuck? it was hard to bear. i had just read the greatest fantasy story ever told, and i remember thinking no matter what i do, i will never achieve one tenth of what he did. nothing compares, nothing can ever compare to this. and i thought of giving it all up. it would be futile, i thought back then, to keep up.
yet i kept up? why? hard to say, really. well, if one day someone would come and tell me i was one tenth of what tolkien was, i'd feel damn proud of myself, really (even though they would be obviously giving me too much credit). but i am what i am, and i intend to be like no one else but me. it's not that i have someone who really likes what my tales - well, there are some people, two or three, no more than four or five for sure. i don't have much people who cheer me, who push me to continue, to keep up. and yet i do it. i need to do it.
truth be told, we all die. and the only way to cheat death is to stay on someone else's memory. my goal, as a writer wannabe, is not to be a worldwide known best seller (i seldom dream that high). i would just like to have someone who liked my tales. and who would show them to someone else younger who would like them too. and so on. one person for each generation would be enough - one, only one soul, who would know me, john, the guy who wrote about the underworld and narayan and evaila and raïne merèdhril. my body would be long gone, and my soul would have vanished years ago; and yet, i would have cheated death.
that's worth a lifetime, if you ask me.