...Kikando Pelas Ruas do Mundo...

Reveillon 2012

2012-01-28T08:42:00.001-08:00

2012-01-09T18:26:00.000-08:00

Cântico Negro

José Régio

‘Vem por aqui» — dizem-me alguns com olhos doces,

Estendendo-me os braços, e seguros

De que seria bom que eu os ouvisse

Quando me dizem: «vem por aqui»!

Eu olho-os com olhos lassos,

(Há, nos meus olhos, ironias e cansaços)

E cruzo os braços,

E nunca vou por ali...

A minha glória é esta:

Criar desumanidade!

Não acompanhar ninguém.

Que eu vivo com o mesmo sem-vontade

Com que rasguei o ventre a minha Mãe.

Não, não vou por ai! Só vou por onde Me levam meus próprios passos...

Se ao que busco saber nenhum de vós responde,

Por que me repetis: «vem por aqui»?

Prefiro escorregar nos becos lamacentos,

Redemoinhar aos ventos,

Como farrapos, arrastar os pés sangrentos,

A ir por aí...

Se vim ao mundo, fdi

Só para desflorar florestas virgens,

E desenhar meus próprios pés na areia inexplorada! O mais que faço não vale nada.

Como, pois, sereis vós

Que me dareis impulsos, ferramentas, e coragem

Para eu derrubar os meus obstáculos?...

Corre, nas vossas veias, sangue velho dos avós,

E vós amais o que é fácil!

Eu amo o Longe e a Miragem,

Amo os abismos, as torrentes, os desertos...

Ide! tendes estradas,

Tendes jardins, tendes canteiros,

Tendes pátrias, tendes tectos,

E tendes regras, e tratados, e filósofos, e sábios.

Eu tenho a minha Loucura!

Levanto-a, como um facho, a arder na noite escura,

E sinto espuma, e sangue, e cânticos nos lábios...

Deus e o Diabo é que me guiam, mais ninguém.

Todos tiveram pai, todos tiveram mãe;

Mas eu, que nunca principio nem acabo,

Nasci do amor que há entre Deus e o Diabo.

Ah, que ninguém me dê piedosas intenções!

Ninguém me peça definições!

Ninguém me diga: <(vem por aqui»!

A minha vida é um vendaval que se soltou.

É uma onda que se alevantou.

É um átomo a mais que se animou...

Não sei por onde vou,

Não sei para onde vou,

- Sei que não vou por aí!

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ANTOLOGIA POÉTICA

José Régio – Edições Quasi - Lisboa – Portugal - 2001

...aula de biologia ao vivo...

2011-11-07T16:33:00.000-08:00

2011-10-13T17:38:00.000-07:00

...mesmo depois de quase quatro anos... esta ainda é minha notícia favorita:

Beer after sport 'is good for the body'

Kevin Pietersen relaxes with a cold beer after a hard game of cricket

By Nic Fleming, Science Correspondent

5:30PM GMT 01 Nov 2007

Comment

A beer after playing a game of football, a long run, or a strenuous round of golf can be good for the body, scientists say.

In a rare piece of good news for those who like a pint, Spanish researchers say beer can help someone who is dehydrated retain liquid better than water.

Prof Manuel Garzon, of Granada University, also claimed the bubbles in beer help to quench the thirst and that its carbohydrate content can help to replace lost calories.

Prof Garzon asked a group of students to do strenuous exercise in temperatures of around 40ºC (104ºF). Half were given a pint of beer, while the others received the same volume of water.

Prof Garzon, who announced the results at a press conference in Granada beneath a banner declaring "Beer, Sport, Health", said the hydration effect in those who drank beer was "slightly better".

Juan Antonio Corbalan, a cardiologist who worked formerly with Real Madrid football players and Spain's national basketball team, said beer had the perfect profile for re-hydration after sport.

He added that he had long recommended barley drinks to professional sportsmen after exercise.

Previous studies have shown most alcoholic drinks have a diuretic effect – meaning they increase the amount of liquid lost by the body through urination.

Dr James Betts, an expert on nutrition and metabolism at Bath University, said a moderate amount of beer might be just as good as water at helping the body retain liquid, but that he doubted it could be any better.

Dr Betts said: "If you are dehydrated to start with following exercise, a beer, as opposed to a spirit, probably does not have a high enough concentration of alcohol to induce a diuretic effect."

India Travel Recommendations

2011-10-09T07:22:00.000-07:00

(from a friend of mine who is from India) Ifshe's flying into Southern India there are a few must sees/do's

Backwaters in Kerala is fantastic. Basically you can rent a boat that takes you down the back rivers of the state through rice farming and fishing villages. The boats are like a one room hotel and they cook for you! Its like being Huck Finn in rural India. Definitely one of my favorite parts of all of India
Thanjavur is perhaps the best ancient temple in Southern India. Its was carved from a single 200 meter rock and has great detail. Plus the city has some of the best bronze work in all of India. I got two great pieces from there. Bargain hard and start at half (at least) of the asking price
Mysore/Somnathpur. Mysore is a charming city with a great palace, a fanstastic Nandi statue on a hill overlooking the city, and is a short 1 hr bus ride to Somnathpur, my personal favorite temple with the most intricately detailed work of any temple I've seen. Also, if you're into yoga its the birthplace of Ashtanga.
Hampi. The gem of Southern India, its one of my favorite places in the country. Directly east of Goa (you can take a train or bus) its a series of temple ruins arranged in a number of complexes. The scenery is fantastic. Small hills made of red quartz boulders with rice farming villages in between. Its like farming on Mars. Is she goes tell her to check out the Mango Tree restaurant by the river. Great views and good food.
Bangalore. I'm not much for this city, it has a few nice parks, churches, temples and decent city amenities. But its close to two great temple ruins - Belur and Halebid. Both are great and a quick journey from Bangalore. Is she's flying in here these are great day trips to make.
Kodaikanal. A great tea and coffee growing region. If you want to get a flavor for rural India and see natural beauty this is a good start.
Pondicherry. People forget the French also came to India. The old city is a charming French colonial town that turn of the century. Go to the newer parts to get some masala.
Mahabalipuram (spelling). A decent beach town close to Chennai/Madras that has some great ruins. Don't expect to go swimming. In fact, stay out of the water. There is a hippy community called Om close by, but I never checked them out.

Inmy opinion Varkala and Kovalum in Kerala are over rated, but if you want abeach escape I would pick Varkala, the cliffs meet the ocean and make for agreat landscape. Also, at the very bottom of Southern India is Kanakumari(spelling) where the Indian Ocean, Bay of Bengal and Arabian Sea meet. I'venever been there, but I heard it is good. Also Hyderbad has great museums andfood, but I've never been so I can't give any advice.

SouthernIndia is fantastic. I travelled there form 3 months in '02 and again for twoweeks in '10. There are more English speaking people, and it doesn't have thehassle and hussle of Northern India, which can overwhelm foreign tourists,especially if its there first time to India. Also there are great artsand crafts, and for women jewelry, scarves, stoles etc. You can buy great giftsfor everyone back home. Hope this helps.

My first book! :)

2011-09-26T17:29:00.000-07:00

Securitization of Real Estate Receivables in Brazil: Assessing the Feasibility of a Secondary Market [Paperback]

Erika Tabacniks (Author)

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Real estate lending has reached unprecedented levels in Brazil, in part due to the country’s stability-oriented economic policies adopted over the past decade. Mortgages are growing at a faster pace than savings accounts, their main funding source, which many believe will prompt banks to start packaging more home loans to make room on their balance sheets for other assets. For securitization to efficiently finance the real estate market, three factors must be present: a favorable macroeconomic environment; a comprehensive and effective legal and regulatory framework; and a broad market with investor appetite for different types of investments. This book provides a detailed analysis of the historical factors and macroeconomic conditions that led to this relatively new and exciting economic environment and shows that the high interest rates that have haunted the economy for decades, combined with other technical and structural hurdles, jeopardize the future of securitization transactions in the Brazilian market. Especially useful to professionals in the fields of Real Estate Credit & Finance, this is essential reading for anyone interested in doing business in this intricate market.

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Erika Tabacniks, MA, studied International Business and International Economic Law at The Fletcher School, Tufts University. She has an economics degree from UNICAMP. Now a Client Specialist for Thomson Reuters Sao Paulo, Ms. Tabacniks has worked for Bovespa, Citibank and MZ Consult in Brazil and for Genworth Financial and Drum Cussac in the USA.

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Campos do Jordão

2011-09-04T07:59:00.000-07:00

2 de agosto de 2011

2011-08-04T17:54:00.000-07:00

O acaso dos caminhos traz surpresas agradáveis... neste vai e vém tortuoso, amigos tornam-se desconhecidos que dixavam minh'alma com espantosa simplicidade...
E eis que surge um poema.

Alterno minha preferência entre a versão original de Walt Whitman e a tradução de Rodrigo Garcia Lopes em Folhas de Relva.

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Vadio uma jornada perpétua,
Meus sinais são uma capa de chuva e sapatos confortáveis e um cajado arrancado do mato ;
Nenhum amigo fica confortável em minha cadeira,
Não tenho cátedra, igreja, nem filosofia;
Não conduzo ninguém à mesa de jantar ou à biblioteca ou à bolsa de valores,
Mas conduzo a uma colina cada homem e mulher
entre vocês,
Minha mão esquerda enlaça sua cintura,
Minha mão direita aponta paisagens de continentes, e a estrada pública.

Nem eu nem ninguém vai percorrer essa estrada pra você,
Você tem que percorrê-la sozinha.

Não é tão longe assim .... está ao seu alcance,
Talvez você tenha andado nela a vida toda e não sabia,
Talvez a estrada esteja em toda parte sobre a água e sobre a terra.

Pegue sua bagagem, eu pego a minha, vamos em frente;
Toparemos com cidades maravilhosas e nações livres no caminho.

Se você se cansar, entrega os fardos, descansa a mão macia em meu quadril,
E quando for a hora você fará o mesmo por mim;
Pois depois de partir não vamos mais parar.

...a message that made my day...

2011-08-04T17:19:00.000-07:00

Wish u were here enjoying the sunset and a gin and tonic with me :)

So, what do you want to do?

2011-07-21T19:37:00.000-07:00

The word on the street is that the alumni network becomes adoptive parents of new graduates.

There are approximately 25.6 alumni from my school in the same country where I am now... I would estimate that 5/6 of them are into finance... a friend of 1 of them changed my life and is the reason I decided to study diplomacy.

4 out of the rest decided to help me find that perfect job... And, with that decision, came my most terrifying question: "so, what do you want to do?"

...I want to go on a hot air balloon ride through the cities of Poland, I want to dive with the sharks in Costa Rica, and meditate with the Buddhists of Kashmir ... I want to get married, have two children, adopt a third, and put together a saltwater aquarium in our living room... I want to spend time with people I love and want to see smiles brightening up their faces more often than tears wetting their eyes... and I want to go back to my guitar classes, and learn to tango with the man I love... I want to bring back my childhood dreams and enjoy the moments of silence in the crazy crowd of Sao Paulo...

...probably not the answer they were looking for. And certainly not the answer I gave them.

In light of my hesitating silence, came the most obvious conclusion: well, then, write a book.

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"You really need to tell your stories. It's not just a good idea; it's downright urgent. There's a backlog of unexpressed narratives clogging up your depths. It's like you have become too big of a secret to the world. The unvented pressure is building up, threatening to implode. So please find a graceful way to share the narratives that are smoldering inside you -- with the emphasis on the word "graceful." I don't want your tales to suddenly erupt like a volcano all over everything at the wrong time and place. You need a receptive audience and the proper setting."

http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/aquarius.html

As coisas boas da vida...

2011-07-19T16:41:00.000-07:00

(achei este poema na página de uma nova amiga... parece que o autor é desconhecido)

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Hoje aprendi que é preciso deixar que a vida te despenteie,
por isso decidi aproveitar a vida com mais intensidade...
O mundo é louco, definitivamente louco...
O que é gostoso, engorda. O que é lindo, custa caro.
O sol que ilumina o teu rosto enruga.
E o que é realmente bom dessa vida, despenteia...
- Fazer amor, despenteia.
- Rir às gargalhadas, despenteia.
- Viajar, voar, correr, entrar no mar, despenteia.
- Tirar a roupa, despenteia.
- Beijar à pessoa amada, despenteia.
- Brincar, despenteia.
- Cantar até ficar sem ar, despenteia.
- Dançar até duvidar se foi boa idéia colocar aqueles saltos
gigantes essa noite, deixa seu cabelo irreconhecível...
Então, como sempre, cada vez que nos vejamos
eu vou estar com o cabelo bagunçado...
mas pode ter certeza que estarei passando pelo momento mais feliz da
minha vida.
É a lei da vida: sempre vai estar mais despenteada a mulher que
decide ir no primeiro carrinho da montanha russa, que aquela que
decide não subir.
Pode ser que me sinta tentada a ser uma mulher impecável,
toda arrumada por dentro e por fora.
O aviso de páginas amarelas deste mundo exige boa presença:
Arrume o cabelo, coloque, tire, compre, corra, emagreça,
coma coisas saudáveis, caminhe direito, fique séria...
e talvez deveria seguir as instruções, mas
quando vão me dar a ordem de ser feliz?
Por acaso não se dão conta que para ficar bonita
eu tenha que me sentir bonita...
A pessoa mais bonita que posso ser!
O único, o que realmente importa é que ao me olhar o espelho, veja
a mulher que devo ser.
Por isso, minha recomendação a todos os meus amigos e amigas:
Entregue-se, coma coisas gostosas, beije, abrace, dance, apaixone-se,
relaxe, viaje, pule, durma tarde, acorde cedo, corra, voe, cante,
arrume-se para ficar linda, arrume-se para ficar confortável!
Admire a paisagem, aproveite,
e acima de tudo, DEIXA A VIDA TE DESPENTEAR!
O pior que pode aconteceré que, rindo frente ao espelho, você
precise se pentear de novo.

Perfect day (three days in fact) in San Francisco

2011-07-14T16:47:00.000-07:00

A friend of mine from The Fletcher School has recently created a (very interesting) map for those of you who are interested in visiting San Francisco and spending just a few dollars - check it out.

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By Trevor:

All assuming you start downtown, all MUNI or walking, and are all-day kinds of things.

Red Tour starts on the N Judah at either Cole Valley or 9th and Irving. Includes Golden Gate Park, the Haight Ashbury, the Palace of Fine Arts, the Golden Gate Bridge, the Legion of Honor, and Ocean Beach.
The Red tour can easily be done in reverse starting at the beach.

The Blue tour starts on Market street and includes MUNI as well as cable car rides. The Blue tour includes the MOMA, Union Square, cable car ride, Chinatown, North Beach, Coit Tower, the waterfront, the Castro, Mission Dolores, and the Mission district.

The Pink tour can start on MUNI but also is entirely walkable. The Pink tour includes the Asia Art Museum, civic center and city hall, Hayes Valley, Alamo Square (the Full House houses), the Fillmore, Japantown, and ending on Polk Street.http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&msid=201735259995064705494.0004977b0a618372bb1a4&t=h&z=12

Poemas Que Encontrei Por Aqui...

2011-06-27T12:28:00.000-07:00

11/10/05 22:00:00 Casa de interior

Uma casinha tranquila,

escondida

nas ruas sinuosas e arborizadas

do interior

É aí que mora minha irmã.

E mora no meu coração.

Plantei uma árvore no jardim

atrás dos vasos e das flores.

Que seja forte e decore a casinha da minha querida...

Sinto falta do brilho das estrelas no quintal

Do canto dos passarinhos ao amanhecer

Do perfume doce das flores noturnas

Da rua deserta

Do silêncio

Da lua cheia iluminando a sala

A vida em SP é outra.

25/10/05 22:00:00 Paz de Espirito

Resolvi escrever um poema...

Por várias razões

Para dividir um pouquinho da minha vida secreta contigo

Para trazer à tona lembranças de efêmeros momentos eternos

Para mostrar aos amigos que eu os amo! E contar que eles são a minha motivação!

Para dizer à minha família que sou o que sou por eles! E por isso, serei eternamente grata!

Para mostrar aos desconhecidos que estou aqui,

E para encher esse espaço de letrinhas... cada uma traz uma paz de espiríto incálculavel...

Mas não encontrei nenhum fato secreto de minha vida...

e não lembrei de nenhum momento sem fim...

Meus amigos não gostam de ler e há tanto que gostaria de mudar em mim...

Dos desconhecidos, tenho medo...

... paz de espírito, alguém sabe o que é isso?

17/01/06 22:00:00 Um olhar de confiança aquieta a alma

Ao Dr. Cássio,

Simples como almas passageiras transformam nossas vidas.
Um estranho com um olhar carinhoso.
Um aperto de mão e um singelo beijo na testa.
Suficientes para acalentar o coração e trazer esperanças,
Para preencher e colorir o cinza de um dia qualquer.
Agradeço-lhe por muito.

A resposta à sua pergunta, é não, não estava ansiosa.
Em momento algum tive medo.
Confiança às vezes surpreende.
Daria minha vida às suas mãos,
Como fiz.
E lhe a entregaria de novo se fosse necessário.
Ou possível.

Mais que apenas cumprir sua rotina,
Mudou a minha.

E a de muitos outros.

Agradeça a seus filhos.

Ao primogênito, pela precisão e extrema competência.

Ao menor, pelo olhar solidário e pela tranqüilidade,

que me acalmaram profundamente.

Parabéns e muito obrigada

Sucesso a todos.

Um abraço carinhoso.

Se eu pudesse

2011-05-29T13:10:00.000-07:00

“Se eu pudesse trincar a terra toda
E sentir-lhe uma paladar,
Seria mais feliz um momento...
Mas eu nem sempre quero ser feliz.
É preciso ser de vez em quando infeliz
Para se poder ser natural...

Nem tudo é dias de sol,
E a chuva, quando falta muito, pede-se.
Por isso tomo a infelicidade com a felicidade
Naturalmente, como quem não estranha
Que haja montanhas e planícies
E que haja rochedos e erva...

O que é preciso é ser-se natural e calmo
Na felicidade ou na infelicidade,
Sentir como quem olha,
Pensar como quem anda,
E quando se vai morrer, lembrar-se de que o dia morre,
E que o poente é belo e é bela a noite que fica...
Assim é e assim seja...”

(Alberto Caeiro)

9th Latin American Leadership Forum

2011-05-17T18:54:00.001-07:00

Infância

2011-05-02T20:53:00.000-07:00

Hoje vou dormir com os olhos inchados, vermelhos, molhados, doloridos.

Vou me deitar com as memórias aguçadas por imagens antes esquecidas.

E já misturo passado, presente e sonhos futuros.

Achei meus diários antigos... desde 1989.

Já ri, sorri, chorei, pensei, refleti, lembrei, gargalhei.

Que gostoso ler isso.

O Blog da Francisca, renomeado a partir de hoje (thanks Drizon), será escrito em duas dimensões.

Passado e Presente.

Talvez.

Amanhã eu decido.

CG/LA promove fórum de infraestrutura

2011-04-26T10:14:00.000-07:00

Henrique Meirelles, ex-presidente do Banco Central e líder da Autoridade Pública Olímpica (APO), Luciano Coutinho, presidente do BNDES, Eduardo Paes, prefeito do Rio de Janeiro, são alguns dos líderes já confirmados para o 9º Annual Latin American Leadership Forum, a ser realizado no Hotel Copacabana Palace, entre os dias 9 e 11 de maio. O evento é promovido pela CG/LA Infrastructure, consultoria especializada na realização de eventos voltados para o setor de infraestrutura, comandada por Norman F. Anderson, estrategista de infraestrutura pública e privada global. Representante do setor público da América Latina também estarão presentes, como os Ministros dos Transportes de México, Argentina e Colômbia e o secretário de Energia da Nicarágua.

Confira: http://www.cg-la.com/lalf9

Para quem ficar por aqui

2011-04-19T04:42:00.000-07:00

Quando eu me for, me joguem no mar?

Me joguem no mar por dois motivos.

Um, porque descobri que um enterro em SP custa uns vinte e cinco mil reais... Façam uma festa com música ao vivo, muita bebida e salgadinho. E deixem entrar interessados e curiosos.

E, dois, o fato de ter meu nome carvado em uma pedra, para sempre, é angustiante. Quando acabar, eu quero ir. Sem pedra, sem buraco, sem caixa, sem cerimônia, sem flores, sem vínculos, sem nome. Do jeito que cheguei aqui.

Quando eu me for, me deixem ir.

Salada de Classe Média

2011-03-31T13:29:00.000-07:00

O Brasileiro está engordando.
Se não no país inteiro, com certeza no centro de São Paulo.
Onde só se sobe e desce escada, caso não tenha elevador ou a escada rolante esteja quebrada.

Onde almoço é sinônimo de lasanha, empada, risólis, kibe, x-tudo-maionese.
Regado à uma coca-cola geladinha.
E finalizado com um picolé de chocolate.

O Brasileiro está ficando nojento.
Com pele oleosa, cabelo ensebado e gordura saindo pelas bainhas da calça.
Que já não fecha.

E surgem as lojinhas tamanho 42 a 60 para a nova clientela que expande.
O Brasileiro continua feliz.
E toma aquela cervejinha, caipirinha, ou uma cachaça no fim do dia.
Que vem acompanhada de um amendoim, uma batatinha, uma qualquer coisa frita.

E o Brasileiro passa mal.
Reclama de azia, má digestão e toma um café para melhorar.

Bem vindos ao mundo do consumo nova classe média.
Consumir o quê, porém, nunca lhes foi ensinado.
Salada. Salada. Salada.

9o Fórum Latino-Americano de Liderança em Infraestrutura

2011-03-31T08:55:00.000-07:00

Mais informações: http://www.cg-la.com/lalf9

Securitization “à la Brésilienne”

2011-02-22T15:03:00.000-08:00

Dear Erika:

You are a good writer and I found your thesis an excellent read. Here are my comments:

A comprehensive analysis of the genesis of securitized real estate loans in Brazil . Introductory and background material are a bit on the long side. Well written and thoroughly illustrated. One nagging question which could have received more attention is how potential future inflation is/should be incorporated in the design and pricing of securities. Not long ago – as late as the 90s – Brazil struggled with hyperinflation and lopsided indexation schemes. Given the long term nature of mortgage and MBSs are there provisions incorporated in the securities which are offered. Would some form of indexation allow the borrower to lower its cost of capital. Given the boiling hot real estate market in Brazil what parallel could you establish with the US just before sub-prime. Are current practices in brazil enough to prevent a similar occurrence?

Well done . You are now the official expert on Securitization “à la Brésilienne”

All the best,

Laurent Jacque

Conhecimento.

2011-02-09T19:17:00.000-08:00

Mike é um baixinho, pretinho, que mora em algum bairro de italianos, onde um filme to Al Pacino foi gravado.

É dele que eu alugo o apartamento onde estou morando, na 94th com a Columbus.

Mike gosta de conversar. Quer dizer, falar. Contar estórias e explicar o mundo.

Hoje, ao sabor de nachos e uma piña colada me explicou o porquê dos olhinhos puxados dos asiáticos. Nada mais simples que a força gravitacional do sol ao redor da Terra. Que papo é esse que a Terra gira ao redor do sol? Não, não, não é bem por aí. Antigamente o ocidente ficava no sul e o sul no oriente e por isso os habitantes do hemisfério norte tem olhos puxados, mas caídos na lateral. A galera do meio, que mora perto do Equador, tem os olhos retos. E o pessoal do sul, tem também os olhinhos puxados, mas caídos no meio, perto do nariz. Por isso, obviamente, que ao fechar meus olhos, ele pôde concluir que meus antepassados são Portugueses.

Aliás, este é outro fato muito importante. É bem mais plausível que os habitantes da América Latina tenham colonizado a Espanha - afinal, como que um número tão reduzido de espanhóis conseguiria ensinar seu idioma para tanta gente da América Latina? E o mesmo é válido para os EUA e Inglaterra.

E o papo foi embora com a explicação da relação entre ouro e inflação...

Serendipity.

2011-02-09T07:40:00.001-08:00

Some messages come when we need them.

You are good…so, chin up! Ok?

Just be yourself, and all happiness will come your way…

My favorite bday message.

2011-01-31T21:16:00.000-08:00

My belated greetings! Happy Birthday! And wish you never run out of a good mood and inspiration for having fun in life!!!

e este:

Oie!!!
Hoje ta fazendo um dia linnnndo aqui em Sampa!!! Aposto que é pelo seu niver!!!rs
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Social Animal

2011-01-24T09:55:00.000-08:00

Researchers have made strides in understanding the human mind, filling the
hole left by the atrophy of theology and philosophy.

After the boom and bust, the mania and the meltdown, the Composure Class rose once again. Its members didn’t make their money through hedge-fund wizardry or by some big financial score. Theirs was a statelier ascent. They got good grades in school, established solid social connections, joined fine companies, medical practices, and law firms. Wealth settled down upon them gradually, like a gentle snow.

You can see a paragon of the Composure Class having an al-fresco lunch at some bistro in Aspen or Jackson Hole. He’s just back from China and stopping by for a corporate board meeting on his way to a five-hundred-mile bike-a-thon to support the fight against lactose intolerance. He is asexually handsome, with a little less body fat than Michelangelo’s David. As he crosses his legs, you observe that they are immeasurably long and slender. He doesn’t really have thighs. Each leg is just one elegant calf on top of another. His voice is so calm and measured that he makes Barack Obama sound like Sam Kinison. He met his wife at the Clinton Global Initiative, where they happened to be wearing the same Doctors Without Borders support bracelets. They are a wonderfully matched pair; the only tension between them involves their workout routines. For some reason, today’s high-status men do a lot of running and biking and so only really work on the muscles in the lower half of their bodies. High-status women, on the other hand, pay ferocious attention to their torsos, biceps, and forearms so they can wear sleeveless dresses all summer and crush rocks with their bare hands.

A few times a year, members of this class head to a mountain resort, carrying only a Council on Foreign Relations tote bag (when you have your own plane, you don’t need luggage that actually closes). Once there, they play with hundred-and-sixty-pound dogs, for it has become fashionable to have canines a third as tall as the height of your ceilings. They will reflect on the genetic miracle they have achieved. (Their grandmothers looked like Gertrude Stein, but their granddaughters look like Uma Thurman.) In the evenings, they will traipse through resort-community pedestrian malls licking interesting gelatos, while passersby burst into spontaneous applause.

Occasionally, you meet a young, rising member of this class at the gelato store, as he hovers indecisively over the cloudberry and ginger-pomegranate selections, and you notice that his superhuman equilibrium is marred by an anxiety. Many members of this class, like many Americans generally, have a vague sense that their lives have been distorted by a giant cultural bias. They live in a society that prizes the development of career skills but is inarticulate when it comes to the things that matter most. The young achievers are tutored in every soccer technique and calculus problem, but when it comes to their most important decisions—whom to marry and whom to befriend, what to love and what to despise—they are on their own. Nor, for all their striving, do they understand the qualities that lead to the highest achievement. Intelligence, academic performance, and prestigious schools don’t correlate well with fulfillment, or even with outstanding accomplishment. The traits that do make a difference are poorly understood, and can’t be taught in a classroom, no matter what the tuition: the ability to understand and inspire people; to read situations and discern the underlying patterns; to build trusting relationships; to recognize and correct one’s shortcomings; to imagine alternate futures. In short, these achievers have a sense that they are shallower than they need to be.

Help comes from the strangest places. We are living in the middle of a revolution in consciousness. Over the past few decades, geneticists, neuroscientists, psychologists, sociologists, economists, and others have made great strides in understanding the inner working of the human mind. Far from being dryly materialistic, their work illuminates the rich underwater world where character is formed and wisdom grows. They are giving us a better grasp of emotions, intuitions, biases, longings, predispositions, character traits, and social bonding, precisely those things about which our culture has least to say. Brain science helps fill the hole left by the atrophy of theology and philosophy.

A core finding of this work is that we are not primarily the products of our conscious thinking. The conscious mind gives us one way of making sense of our environment. But the unconscious mind gives us other, more supple ways. The cognitive revolution of the past thirty years provides a different perspective on our lives, one that emphasizes the relative importance of emotion over pure reason, social connections over individual choice, moral intuition over abstract logic, perceptiveness over I.Q. It allows us to tell a different sort of success story, an inner story to go along with the conventional surface one.

To give a sense of how this inner story goes, let’s consider a young member of the Composure Class, though of course the lessons apply to members of all classes. I’ll call him Harold. His inner-mind training began before birth. Even when he was in the womb, Harold was listening for his mother’s voice, and being molded by it. French babies cry differently from babies who’ve heard German in the womb, because they’ve absorbed French intonations before birth. Fetuses who have been read “The Cat in the Hat” while in the womb suck rhythmically when they hear it again after birth, because they recognize the rhythm of the poetry.

As a newborn, Harold, like all babies, was connecting with his mother. He gazed at her. He mimicked. His brain was wired by her love (the more a rat pup is licked and groomed by its mother, the more synaptic connections it has). Harold’s mother, in return, read his moods. A conversation developed between them, based on touch, gaze, smell, rhythm, and imitation. When Harold was about eleven months old, his mother realized that she knew him better than she’d ever known anybody, even though they’d never exchanged a word.

Harold soon developed models in his head of how to communicate with people and how to use others as tools for his own learning. Thanks to his mom’s attunement, he became confident that if he sent a signal it would be received. Later in life, his sense of security enabled him to go out and explore the world. Researchers at the University of Minnesota can look at attachment patterns of children at forty-two months, and predict with seventy-seven-per-cent accuracy who will graduate from high school. People who were securely attached as infants tend to have more friends at school and at summer camp. They tend to be more truthful through life, feeling less need to puff themselves up in others’ eyes. According to work by Pascal Vrticka, of the University of Geneva, people with what scientists call “avoidant attachment patterns” show less activation in the reward areas of the brain during social interaction. Men who had unhappy childhoods are three times as likely to be solitary at age seventy. Early experiences don’t determine a life, but they set pathways, which can be changed or reinforced by later experiences.

For several months when he was four, Harold insisted that he was a tiger who had been born on the sun. His parents tried to get him to concede that he was a little boy born in a hospital, but he would become grave and refuse. This formulation, “I’m a tiger,” may seem like an easy thing, but no computer could blend the complicated concept “I” with the complicated concept “tiger” into a single entity. As Harold grew, he was able to use his imagination to blend disparate ideas, in the same sort of way that Picasso, at the height of his creative powers, could combine the concept “Western portraiture” with the concept “African masks.”

Throughout his life, Harold had a superior ability to feel what others were feeling. He didn’t dazzle his teachers with academic brilliance, but, even in kindergarten, he could tell you who in his class was friends with whom; he was aware of social networks. Scientists used to think that we understand each other by observing each other and building hypotheses from the accumulated data. Now it seems more likely that we are, essentially, method actors who understand others by simulating the responses we see in them. When Harold was in high school, he could walk around the cafeteria and fall in with the unique social patterns that prevailed in each clique. He could tell which clique tolerated drug use or country-music listening and which didn’t. He could tell how many guys a girl could hook up with and not be stigmatized. In some groups, the number was three; in others seven. Most people assume that the groups they don’t belong to are more homogeneous than the groups they do belong to. Harold could see groups from the inside. When he sat down with, say, the Model U.N. kids, he could guess which one of them wanted to migrate from the Geeks and join the Honors/Athletes. He could sense who was the leader of any group, who was the jester, who played the role of peacemaker, daredevil, organizer, or self-effacing audience member.

One of Harold’s key skills in school was his ability to bond with teachers. We’ve spent a generation trying to reorganize schools to make them better, but the truth is that people learn from the people they love. In eleventh grade, Harold developed a crush on his history teacher, Ms. Taylor. What mattered most was not the substance of the course so much as the way she thought, the style of learning she fostered. For instance, Ms. Taylor constantly told the class how little she knew. Human beings are overconfidence machines. Paul J. H. Schoemaker and J. Edward Russo gave questionnaires to more than two thousand executives in order to measure how much they knew about their industries. Managers in the advertising industry gave answers that they were ninety-per-cent confident were correct. In fact, their answers were wrong sixty-one per cent of the time. People in the computer industry gave answers they thought had a ninety-five per cent chance of being right; in fact, eighty per cent of them were wrong. Ninety-nine per cent of the respondents overestimated their success.

Ms. Taylor was always reminding the class of how limited her grasp of any situation was. “Sorry, I get distracted easily,” she’d say, or, “Sorry, sometimes I jump to conclusions too quickly.” In this way, she communicated the distinction between mental strength (the processing power of the brain) and mental character (the mental virtues that lead to practical wisdom). She stressed the importance of collecting conflicting information before making up one’s mind, of calibrating one’s certainty level to the strength of the evidence, of enduring uncertainty for long stretches as an answer became clear, of correcting for one’s biases. As Keith E. Stanovich, a psychologist at the University of Toronto, writes in his book “What Intelligence Tests Miss” (2009), these “thinking dispositions” correlate weakly or not at all with I.Q. But, because Ms. Taylor put such emphasis on these virtues and because Harold admired her so much, he absorbed and copied her way of being.

By the time Harold was in his mid-twenties, he was well on his way toward a happy and fulfilling life, and the building blocks of his happiness had little to do with the lines on his résumé. There’s a debate in our culture about what really makes us happy, which is summarized by, on the one hand, the book “On the Road” and, on the other, the movie “It’s a Wonderful Life.” The former celebrates the life of freedom and adventure. The latter celebrates roots and connections. Research over the past thirty years makes it clear that what the inner mind really wants is connection. “It’s a Wonderful Life” was right. Joining a group that meets just once a month produces the same increase in happiness as doubling your income. According to research by Daniel Kahneman, Alan B. Krueger, and others, the daily activities most closely associated with happiness are social—having sex, socializing after work, and having dinner with friends. Many of the professions that correlate most closely with happiness are also social—a corporate manager, a hairdresser.

Young American men are not exactly famous for being in touch with their emotions. But Harold sensed that he was a social animal, not a laboring animal or a rational animal, and one day he went on a blind date with the woman—let’s call her Erica—who would someday be his wife. Given the stakes, we might pause over this incident, to show in slightly more detail how the inner processes of the mind interact with the conscious ones.

Harold and Erica got their first glimpse of each other in front of a Barnes & Noble. They smiled broadly as they approached, and a deep, primeval process kicked in. Harold liked what he saw, from the waist-to-hip ratio to the clear skin, all indicative of health and fertility. He enjoyed the smile that spread across Erica’s face, and unconsciously noted that the end of her eyebrows dipped down. The orbicularis-oculi muscle, which controls this part of the eyebrow, cannot be consciously controlled, so, when the tip of the eyebrow dips, that means the smile is genuine, not fake.

Erica was impressed by him: women everywhere tend to prefer men who have symmetrical features and are slightly older, taller, and stronger than they are. But she was more guarded and slower to trust than Harold was. That’s in part because, while Pleistocene men could pick their mates on the basis of fertility cues discernible at a glance, Pleistocene women faced a more vexing problem. Human babies require years to become self-sufficient, and a single woman in that environment could not gather enough calories to provide for a family. She was compelled to choose a man not only for insemination but for continued support. That’s why men leap into bed more quickly than women. Various research teams have conducted a simple study. They hire a woman to go up to college men and ask them to sleep with her. More than half the men say yes. Then they have a man approach college women with the same offer. Virtually zero per cent say yes.

So Erica was subconsciously looking for signs of trustworthiness. Marion Eals and Irwin Silverman, of York University, have conducted research suggesting that women are sixty to seventy per cent more proficient than men at remembering details from a scene. In the previous few years, Erica had used her powers of observation to discard entire categories of men as potential partners, and some of her choices were idiosyncratic. She rejected men who wore Burberry, because she couldn’t see herself looking at the same pattern on scarves and raincoats for the rest of her life. She viewed fragranced men the way Churchill viewed the Germans—they were either at your feet or at your throat. She would have nothing to do with men who wore sports-related jewelry, because her boyfriend should not love Derek Jeter more than her.

She looked furtively at Harold as he approached. Janine Willis and Alexander Todorov, of Princeton, have found that we make judgments about a person’s trustworthiness, competence, aggressiveness, and likability within the first tenth of a second. These sorts of first glimpses are astonishingly reliable in predicting how people will feel about each other months later. Erica noticed that Harold was good-looking but not one of those men who are so good-looking that they don’t need to be interesting. He was tall, which tends to inspire confidence; one study estimated that each inch of height corresponds to six thousand dollars of annual salary in contemporary America. Then he walked up and said hello.

Despite the saying about opposites attracting, people usually fall in love with people like themselves. There’s even some evidence that people tend to pick partners with noses of similar breadth to their own and eyes about the same distance apart. At lunch, Harold and Erica quickly discovered that they had a lot in common. They both affected connoisseurship regarding prosaic things such as muffins, hamburgers, and iced tea. They both exaggerated their popularity in high school, and had the same opinions about the characters in “Mad Men.” People generally overestimate how distinct their own lives are, so the commonalities seemed to them a series of miracles. The coincidences gave their relationship an aura of destiny.

The server came to their table and took their orders. The restaurant seemed to specialize in hard-to-eat salads. Erica, anticipating this, chose an appetizer that could be easily forked and a main dish that didn’t require cutlery expertise. But Harold went for a salad, composed of splayed green tentacles that could not be shoved into his mouth without brushing salad dressing on both of his cheeks. None of it mattered, because Harold and Erica clicked. Most emotional communication is nonverbal. Gestures are a language that we use not only to express our feelings but to constitute them. By making a gesture, people help produce an internal state. Harold and Erica licked their lips, leaned forward in their chairs, glanced at each other out of the corners of their eyes, and performed all the other tricks of unconscious choreography that people do while flirting. Erica did the head cant women do to signal romantic interest, a slight tilt of the head that exposes the neck. Then, there was the hair flip: she raised her arms to adjust her hair and heaved her chest into view. She would have been appalled if she had seen herself in a mirror at that moment.

And through it all the conversation flowed. You’d think, if you listened to cultural stereotypes, that women are the more romantic of the sexes. In fact, there’s evidence that men fall in love faster and are more likely to believe that true love lasts forever. Though men normally spend twice as much time talking about themselves as women do, in this conversation Harold was actually talking about Erica’s problems. Surveys by the evolutionary psychologist David Buss suggest that, for both men and women, kindness is one of the most important qualities desired in a sexual partner. Courtship consists largely of sympathy displays, in which potential partners try to prove how compassionate they can be, as anybody who has seen dating couples around children and dogs can attest.

Of course, there are less noble calculations going on as people choose their mates. Like veteran stock-market traders, people respond in predictable, if unconscious, ways to the valuations of the social marketplace. The richer the man, the younger the woman he is likely to mate with. A man’s job status is an outstanding predictor of his wife’s attractiveness. Without being aware of it, Harold and Erica were doing these sorts of calculations—weighing earnings-to-looks ratios, calculating social-capital balances. Every signal suggested that they had found a match.

“The greatest happiness love can offer is the first pressure of hands between you and your beloved,” Stendhal observed. Harold and Erica left the restaurant and walked down the sidewalk past a high-end stationery store unaware that they were already doing the lovers’ walk—bodies close to each other, smiles beaming out at the space in front of them. Harold actually shivered as he escorted Erica back to her car. He felt that he had been extraordinarily witty over lunch, encouraged by her flashing eyes.

As Erica and Harold semi-embraced, they took in each other’s pheromones. Smell is a surprisingly powerful sense in these situations. People who lose their sense of smell eventually suffer greater emotional deterioration than people who lose their vision. In one experiment conducted at the Monell Center, in Philadelphia, researchers asked men and women to tape gauze pads under their arms and then watch either a horror movie or a comedy. Research subjects, presumably well compensated, then sniffed the pads. They could somehow tell, at rates higher than chance, which pads had the smell of laughter and which pads had the smell of fear, and women were much better at this test than men.

Harold and Erica both sensed that this had been one of the most important interviews of their lives. In fact, it turned out to be the most important two hours of their lives, for there is no decision more important to lifelong happiness than the decision about whom to marry. During that early afternoon, they had begun to make a decision. The meal was delightful, but it was also a rigorous intellectual exam that made the S.A.T. seem like tic-tac-toe. Both of them had spent a hundred and twenty minutes performing delicate social tasks. They had demonstrated wit, complaisance, empathy, tact, and timing. They had measured their emotional responses with discriminations so fine that no gauge could quantify them. Every few minutes, each had admitted the other one step closer toward his or her heart.

This is how life works. Deciding whom to love is not an alien form of decision-making, a romantic interlude in the midst of normal life. Instead, decisions about whom to love are more intense versions of the sorts of decisions we make throughout the course of our existence, from what kind of gelato to order to what career to pursue. Living is an inherently emotional business.

Harold and Erica were never more alive than in the first weeks of being in love. If Harold was walking down the street alone, he kept thinking that he saw her face in the crowd. Things that used to bore him he now found charming. When he was out running, he would concoct elaborate fantasies in which he heroically saved her from harm. (Something about the act of running, and the chemicals it releases in the brain, brought out these Walter Mitty imaginings.) According to research by Faby Gagné, of Yorkville University, and John Lydon, of McGill, ninety-five per cent of people in relationships believe that their partner is above average in looks, intelligence, warmth, and sense of humor. (Other research shows that people describe former lovers as closed-minded, emotionally unstable, and generally unpleasant.) Harold now understood why the pagans had conceived of love as a god. It really felt as if some supernatural entity had entered his mind, reorganizing everything and lifting him to some higher realm.

But, in the first few months of their relationship, Harold and Erica were also engaged, as new couples must be, in a sort of map-meld. Each of them had come into the relationship with a mental map of how day-to-day life worked. Once their lives were permanently joined, they discovered that their maps did not entirely cohere. It was not the big differences they noticed but the little patterns of existence that they had never even considered.

Erica thought that dishes should be rinsed and put in the dishwasher right after they were used. Harold left them in the sink for the day and then put all of them in the dishwasher in the evening. For Harold, reading the morning paper was a solitary activity done in silence by two people who happened to be sitting together. For Erica, the morning paper was an occasion for conversation and observations about the state of the world. When Harold went to the grocery store, he bought meal products—a package of tortellini, a frozen pizza, a quiche. Erica bought ingredients—eggs, sugar, flour. Harold was amazed that she could spend two hundred dollars and there was still nothing for dinner.

Gradually, they entered the second stage of map-melding: pre-campaign planning. A house divided against itself cannot stand. Both Harold and Erica subliminally understood that the quirks that seemed charming and lovable in the early stages of love—Erica’s tendency to fire up the laptop in bed at 6 A.M., Harold’s feigned helplessness in the face of any domestic chore—would eventually cause the other to harbor homicidal urges. And so they began to make mental checklists of Things That Would Have to Change. Harold considered himself a neat man, but neatness consisted of taking things that were cluttering the countertops and shoving them into the nearest available drawers. He was apparently smarter than every football coach he had ever watched, but he lacked the foresight to see why you might not want to leave your shoes in the path that leads from the bed to the bathroom.

While they were negotiating these issues, something deeper was going on. It had to do with the familiar pleasure one feels when the internal networks of the mind and the outer patterns of reality suddenly match. Friends who are having a conversation begin to replicate each other’s vocal patterns. People in conversations begin to mimic the body language of the other person, and, the more closely they mimic the body language, the more perceptive they are about the other person’s emotions. As the neuroscientist Marco Iacoboni notes, “vicarious” is not a strong enough word to describe the effect of these mental processes. The brain exists within the skull, but the mind extends outward and arises from the interactions between people or between a person and the environment.

A year or so after they were married, Harold and Erica spent a week with Harold’s parents at their house in Aspen. They went riding and rafting and they attended an ideas festival. They sat through panel discussions on green technology and on how to adopt a charter school, and they spent a few hours immersed in the “China: Friend or Foe?” debate. One morning, they attended a talk by a neuroscientist. He was a young man in black jeans and a leather jacket, and he came to the session carrying a motorcycle helmet, as if he’d just escaped from a Caltech revival of “Grease.” He greeted a Finnish TV crew that was making a documentary about his work, mounted the stage, and gave a slide presentation that started with a series of optical illusions, like two tabletops that seem totally different but are actually the same size.

Then he displayed a series of colorful brain-scan pictures and threw out some startling statistics: we have a hundred billion neurons in the brain; infants create as many as 1.8 million neural connections per second; a mere sixty neurons are capable of making ten to the eighty-first possible connections, which is a number ten times as large as the number of particles in the observable universe; the ability to distinguish between a “P” and a “B” sound involves as many as twenty-two sites across the brain; even something as simple as seeing a color in a painting involves a mind-bogglingly complex set of mental constructions. Our perceptions, the scientist said, are fantasies we construct that correlate with reality.

At first, Harold found the talk a little chilling: it seemed that the revolution the scientist was describing was bound to lead to cold, mechanistic conclusions. If everything could be reduced to genes, neural wiring, and brain chemistry, what happened to the major concepts of life—good and evil, sin and virtue, love and commitment? And what about the way Harold made sense of his life as he lived it, the everyday vocabulary of morals, moods, character, aspirations, temptations, values, ideals? The scientist described human beings as creatures driven by deep mechanisms, almost like puppets on strings, not as ensouled human beings capable of running their own lives.

During the question-and-answer period, though, a woman asked the neuroscientist how his studies had changed the way he lived. He paused for a second, and then starting talking about a group he had joined called the Russian-American Folk Dance Company. It was odd, given how hard and scientific he had sounded. “I guess I used to think of myself as a lone agent, who made certain choices and established certain alliances with colleagues and friends,” he said. “Now, though, I see things differently. I believe we inherit a great river of knowledge, a flow of patterns coming from many sources. The information that comes from deep in the evolutionary past we call genetics. The information passed along from hundreds of years ago we call culture. The information passed along from decades ago we call family, and the information offered months ago we call education. But it is all information that flows through us. The brain is adapted to the river of knowledge and exists only as a creature in that river. Our thoughts are profoundly molded by this long historic flow, and none of us exists, self-made, in isolation from it.

“And though history has made us self-conscious in order to enhance our survival prospects, we still have deep impulses to erase the skull lines in our head and become immersed directly in the river. I’ve come to think that flourishing consists of putting yourself in situations in which you lose self-consciousness and become fused with other people, experiences, or tasks. It happens sometimes when you are lost in a hard challenge, or when an artist or a craftsman becomes one with the brush or the tool. It happens sometimes while you’re playing sports, or listening to music or lost in a story, or to some people when they feel enveloped by God’s love. And it happens most when we connect with other people. I’ve come to think that happiness isn’t really produced by conscious accomplishments. Happiness is a measure of how thickly the unconscious parts of our minds are intertwined with other people and with activities. Happiness is determined by how much information and affection flows through us covertly every day and year.”

As the scientist went on to talk about the rush he got from riding his motorcycle in the mountains, Harold was gripped by the thought that, during his lifetime, the competition to succeed—to get into the right schools and land the right jobs—had grown stiffer. Society had responded by becoming more and more focussed. Yet somehow the things that didn’t lead to happiness and flourishing had been emphasized at the expense of the things that did. The gifts he was most grateful for had been passed along to him by teachers and parents inadvertently, whereas his official education was mostly forgotten or useless.

Moreover, Harold had the sense that he had been trained to react in all sorts of stupid ways. He had been trained, as a guy, to be self-contained and smart and rational, and to avoid sentimentality. Yet maybe sentiments were at the core of everything. He’d been taught to think vertically, moving ever upward, whereas maybe the most productive connections were horizontal, with peers. He’d been taught that intelligence was the most important trait. There weren’t even words for the traits that matter most—having a sense of the contours of reality, being aware of how things flow, having the ability to read situations the way a master seaman reads the rhythm of the ocean. Harold concluded that it might be time for a revolution in his own consciousness—time to take the proto-conversations that had been shoved to the periphery of life and put them back in the center. Maybe it was time to use this science to cultivate an entirely different viewpoint.

After the lecture, Harold joined his family and they went downtown to their favorite gelato shop, where Harold had his life-altering epiphany. He’d spent years struggling to dazzle his Mandarin tutors while excelling in obscure sports, trying (not too successfully) to impress admissions officers with S.A.T. prowess and water-purification work in Zambia, sweating to wow his bosses with not overlong PowerPoints. But maybe the real action was in this deeper layer. After all, the conscious mind chooses what we buy, but the unconscious mind chooses what we like. So resolved, he boldly surveyed the gelato selections before him and confidently chose the cloudberry. ♦

ILLUSTRATION: PHILIPPE PETIT-ROULET
Annals of Psychology, “Social Animal,” The New Yorker, January 17, 2011, p. 26

How the new sciences of human nature can help make sense of a life.
by David Brooks

CJE

2011-01-21T09:08:00.000-08:00

Caros Participantes do CJE,

Espero que todos tenham tido uma ótima passagem de ano e voltado com as energias renovadas.

Estamos trabalhando desde o início do ano preparando várias novidades para 2011.

Segue anexa a matéria publicada na Revista da Industria, onde o nosso VI Congresso Paulista de Jovens Empreendedores teve grande destaque.

Download da matéria

Um forte abraço e um 2011 com muitas realizações.

Sylvio Gomide
Diretor Titular do Comitê de Jovens Empreendedores da Fiesp

Água.

2011-01-18T23:20:00.001-08:00

In a Farm House in Central Square.

2011-01-17T21:56:00.000-08:00

My time at Uno-Ocho-Cinco is over.
No more house of five.
Bye Jono, Conor, Althea, Dan.
No more silly things in Portuguese;
...personal 5-minute conversations;
...gossiping in the kitchen;
....it is the end of those extremely honest drunk talks.
Time to go.
The new home feels like a farmhouse.
The TV. The stereo. The carpets. The furniture. The fridge.
Everything has a life of its own.
The water that splashes the bathtub is steaming hot.

From my bedroom window I see the sunset...
...and a lot of ice.
The rooms are ample.
It is warm. And bright.
Silence.
Next door there is Ken, or Kevin.
A real geek, as he defines himself.
Two blocks away, a farmer's market.
A little further ahead, a 24-hour CVS.
and the T.

Exactly the way I like it.

My horoscope knows that I have a thesis to write. In a week.

2011-01-11T21:03:00.001-08:00

Aquarius, Wednesday, 12 January 2011
Daily, Yesterday, Weekly, Monthly, Year Ahead Video

If there is something you don't like, learn to love it. Find a way to understand it, appreciate it, even admire it if you can. Don't do this in order to help you endure something unacceptable, do it in order to ensure that it leaves your life cleanly, quickly and with good grace. You may have a battle to fight now, but it's not one that you need to enter into in a spirit of anger or frustration. You will win much more easily and convincingly, if you stay calm and remain as kind and compassionate as possible.

Happiness

2011-01-11T11:41:00.000-08:00

According to Shawn Achor, one of the team who introduced the Havard "happiness" course, and author of the new book "The Happiness Advantage", a positive attitude leads to positive results and can be developed by practicing any of the following for 21 days in a row:

1. Begin your day by identifying 3 things for which you are grateful. Be specific and identify 3 new things each day. You could use what you are grateful about for yourself, about work and about a team member. You can do this with your team or your family, also.
2. Spend five minutes a day doing journaling about positive experiences.
3. Exercise daily
4. Meditate for two minutes a day by sitting quietly and watching your breath flow in and out.
5. Practice random acts of kindness.

Aquarius, Friday, 31 December 2010

2010-12-30T20:20:00.001-08:00

Daily, Yesterday, Weekly, Monthly, Year Ahead

You can change the world. Actually, let's change that last sentence. It is too weedy and weak. I don't really want to inform you of your potential. I'm sure you can change the world. Or I can. Or any of us can if we try hard enough. What I want to say to you is not that you can... but that you will. Surprisingly early in the New Year an opportunity to do something that makes a dramatic difference will arise. Don't think of yourself as disadvantaged or disempowered. You enter 2011 with the sky very much on your side

Manual do Jovem Empreendedor

2010-12-27T20:10:00.000-08:00

Enquanto chove na Costa Rica, aproveito para relembrar itens do passado...

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"Com o objetivo de auxiliar os jovens que dão seus primeiros passos no mundo empresarial, o CJE está na iminência de concluir o Manual Prático do Jovem Empreendedor, com sugestões eficientes para a construção de um futuro de sucesso. A publicação tem o apoio do Senai, do Sebrae e da Fundação Getúlio Vargas. Entre os itens abordados, incluem-se: organização e planejamento de uma empresa; empreendedorismo com responsabilidade social e ambiental; estruturação jurídica dos negócios; os erros mais freqüentes e os caminhos para evitá-los."

Confira o Manual, escrito pelos queridos Antonio Carlos de Matos, Alecsandro Araujo de Souza e Melhem Skaf Hariz, com participação especial de uma galera interesantíssima, vale a pena conferir.

"Parabenizamos todos os membros do CJE-FIESP (Comitê de Jovens Empreendedores da Federação das Indústrias do Estado de São paulo), do SEBRAE-SP e do DECOM, pelo empenho pessoal empregado na elaboração do Manual do Jovem Empreendedor."

Saudade das épocas do CJE / FIESP - Erika Tabacniks

Detroit

2010-12-23T22:06:00.000-08:00

If you're staying the night, The Inn On Ferry Street offers a great cozy experience and is in the midst of a lot of cool things Detroit has to offer in Walking distance -- http://innonferrystreetdetroit.com/default.asp?source=google+inn+on+ferry&gclid=CISj0oGcgKYCFY4J2godBB1Dlg. I own a cono in the building next door -- The Park Shelton, which is also home to a great Creperie (http://www.goodgirlsgotopariscrepes.com/) run by a friend of ours in the city. If you order "The Dana" -- it's named for my wife (and was designed by me).

As for things to do and see in the city, the Detroit Institute of Art is a fan favorite, and right near the Inn on Ferry and the Creperie. It's the third largest art institute in America and beautifully redone in the last several years, but if Art isn't your thing or your pressed for time, I'd aim for downtown and drive (or walk if its not too cold) around Campus Martius park (dead center in the city near Hard Rock Cafe), the stadiums, etc., Find the Gaurdian Building Lobby (500 Griswold Ave. Detroit, MI 48226) and take a peek at Real Detroit, a great shop with funky tee-shirts and other items inspired by the city. It's a small city downtown and traffic isn't difficult, so drive at your leaisure -- the architecture is really cool.

As for lunch or a great place for a beer, I urge you to go to The Detroit Beer Co. If you're an IPA man, get one or try the Porter, Detroit Red, or any of the hand crafted beers on tap. The food is generous and delicious -- it's where you'd find me on any given day in the city. If you manage a late night craving, or want the raw skinny on Detroit's best eats, try Lafayette Coney but not American Coney. Order the Chili Cheese Fries and prepare to be blown away.

You'll also want to stop in the GM Rennaisaince building, probably the most well know landmark in the city. It's built like a maze, but GM has lots of car displays and the river views to Canada are sweet too.

If you want to know more or have a broader view, just take your car from downtown after your visit and drive East on Jefferson Ave. The infrastructure and the drive tells a significant story -- from Detroit's toughest issues--population decline, blight, inner city poverty to beautiful pockets of homes and views of the water, etc...then, all of a sudden, the world changes and you'll be in Grosse Point -- pristine streets, middle and upper middle class, stunning homes, etc. This divide is as much racial as economic. So, it's really up to you how you want to navigate your time in the city.

If you're looking for more, at all -- there is no better resources for interesting and fun things than Inside Detroit: http://www.insidedetroit.org/. I worked with the founder Jeannette Pierce for a couple years -- she would definitely remember me and Dana. She's a fountain of knowledge and a storm of energy. She aslo has a storefront on Woodward ave downtown leading into Campus Martius.

I'd say, It's a complex city which has undergone a combination of devastating neglect and really amazing physical decline in some places ... it changes from block to clock. So, I understand it is easy to see that and wonder why anyone would want to live there or to look down on it, but there are real gems to discover and you'll find the people generally some of the nicest in the world. .

Some Rules and Hints For Students

2010-12-23T21:26:00.000-08:00

(from John Cage as modified by J.C. Perry)

1. Pull everything out of your teacher.
   Pull everything out of your fellow students.
   In return give as much as you can.

2. Work. If you work it will lead to something.

3. Always go to classes. You are paying a lot for them.
   And remember Woody Allen's advice: "Ninety percent of success is showing up."

4. Read a lot, the best books and articles you can get your hands on.

5. Be happy whenever you can manage it. Remember it is lighter than you think.

If you had 8 hours in Istanbul...

2010-12-15T09:07:00.000-08:00

... how would you spend it?

Which 8 hours are you talking about?!

but since the question was so vague, i'll give you an equally twisted answer.. although you can probably clearly tell i'm not really itching to. so i'll tell you what to do between 9am and 9am and you can pick the 8 hours you want.

lets start with the touristy essentials. at 9am you should be standing in the Sultanahmet neighborhood. Maybe you could start at Hagia Sofia and spend an hour or so taking it all in. you could spend more time there but we got ground to cover. then step out and walk across the garden to Sultanahmet Camii (aka Blue Mosque). I personally wouldn't spend more than 15-20 minutes there. its famous so check the box. then next to it is what your travel guide would call the Hippodrome. This is where the gladiators used to do their chariot thing. its all gone now so you can take a peak, as you walk over to Basilica Cistern, at the surviving obelisks, one original and one replica and the surviving lower half of what was probably a caduceus. now you're at the Cistern. you could spend some time here. its going to wow you.

save the best for the last, Topkapı Saray (palace, see dictionary below for basic stuff, most people don't speak English so it'll take you a long way if you picked up basic stuff). if you wanted you could spend two days here. but spend a couple of hours checking out the treasury and the harem (its not all you've probably imagined, harem basically means the inner sanctum where the family lives, but while you're in a touristy mode, knock yourself out, let your fantasies run wild!)

its noonish. lunch time. eat at Khorasani. its a kebab house. try Kağıt kebab (paper kebab on the English menu if you get one, you will). and you'll have everything else there. then you can ask for the directions or follow the street signs over to the Grand Bazaar (aka Kapalı çarşı). here again, you could decide how much or little time you wanna spend walking around. its covered. its huge. its a labyrinth. if you don't have cells, stick together!! on second thought, even if you have cells, STICK TOGETHER! carpets, backgammon boards, spice mills, clay pottery (pretty good). its all there.

aiite!! cutting to the chase.. WOMEN! ask for Cevahir Bedestan. its the jewellery part. lots of silver and some gold work. something special? you'll see some work there from the Trabzon region on the Black Sea. these are usually silver strings weaved into small balls almost as if someone was making it from wicker. simple but unique. you can also get it in gold but its gonna be gaudy and you're gonna blind the peeps around you with the bling. now i am telling you all of this only coz we're the mafiosi. if you see a girl i've given this Trabzon stuff to, you don't have to tell her that i've told you and the rest of the world about it. pretend it was a secret. appear impressed while you're being told all about it.

if you came to the bazaar from the Sultanahmet side, you probably passed Beyazıt Camii (Mosque), and saw next to it the beautiful facade of the Istanbul University campus. anyhow, the point is that the grand bazaar has a main passage and the maze extends to one side of it. like a D flipped over the straight side. so you will enter from one side of the main passage and you should exit from the other.

you will come upon Nurosmaniye Camii. small and absolutely one of the most beautiful mosques i've ever seen. it is baroque and its the only Ottoman mosque (or possibly any mosque) that has an elliptical courtyard. the inspiration was St. Peter's Basilica. ooops! you can guess, it was controversial when it was built.

when you're done with this, you can walk on to Mısır çarşı, aka the Spice bazaar. After the grand bazar, you'll find this boring. but stroll through. check it off and exit the other side and you'll come upon Eminönü. you can take cruises up and down the Golden Horn here.

BUT... i almost forgot about the most beautiful mosque in Istanbul. Sülemaniye Camii. The architect who built it was Sinan, aka Mimar Sinan (architect sinan) or Sinan Hoca (endearingly, professor/teacher sinan). Turks love and respect him a lot and if you see this masterpiece you will too. Sorry, I have to bore you here a little bit but I can't hold this part back. He refined and developed the Ottoman tradition of architecture as we know it, the pencil like minars, the domes, the dome support on more cascading half domes to minimize the use of pillars underneath and creating wide open spaces within. he was an Albanian janissary and took up architecture as his specialty. he lived to be 98 and was made chief architect in the court very early so he was able to shape the whole empire pretty much. he built all these beautiful mosques but he also laid down the entire urban plan for Istanbul and parts of the empire, from bridges to aqueducts, cisterns, schools, soup kitchens, roads etc etc. the mosque that he called his own best piece of work is Selimiye (in Edirne, about 3 hours away so we wont go there), but he had a special spot for his second favorite, Sülemaniye, and chose to be buried next to it. i guess no one wants to leave Istanbul.

but you could walk around the entire complex and miss his grave. because the piece of land that he chose for his grave is a V shaped juncture where two almost parallel lanes intersect. he couldn't come up with a use for that small corner so he put his grave there. its right next to the mosque. for a man of his stature, to say the least, its humble, and its deeply humbling. pay your respects!

now back to Eminönü pier. you can walk across the Galata Bridge. over to the right you'll see a round tower with a conical top. its the Galata Tower. did i say Galata Tower, or did i say Galata Tower?!! hmm.. I think I said Galata Tower! damn straight!! this is where I used to live! not in the tower. but right next to it. you can go up the tower (paying an arm and a leg) to get a 360 view of the city. but the tower is almost better to look at from the outside than being inside it and looking elsewhere. bunch of random people (aka hippies) are dancing, playing music around it in the evenings so you can chill out there, walk around the small street and explore shops and coffee shops. Hotel Anemon, next to the tower, has a great wine cellar in the basement and a rooftop with a breathtaking view of the tower for a late night drink.

Now on to Istiklal Caddesi (Istiklal street). Its a 3km long pedestrian avenue with shops, coffee shops and bars on both sides. it begins in Taksim square (aka Taksim Meydan, the equivalent of a times square, but a wide open space where you have all big gatherings and protests etc. yes, the last bomb went off here but don't sweat it, get with it!) and ends close to Galata Tower in the area called Tünel. we will begin our tour in Tünel. So from Galata Tower, there is a street that leads up to Tünel. Ask for directions to Istikal and anyone will tell you. Get up to Tünel and starting walking up Istiklal. There are shops, coffee shops, bars etc. on both sides. but the real stuff is in the little neighborhoods on either side. explore, get lost. you can spend an entire day here or split up your time between the Sultanahmet, bazaars and this.

If you get hungry walking up, try the gözleme. Its the Turkish version of the roti or paratha in the Indian food. but not oily. and filled with cheese, spinach, potatoes or minced meat. whatever tickles your fancy. or try manti. its small steamed dumplings with yogurt and olive oil, and filled with minced meat or spinach etc. there are tons of kebab shops but save your appetite. As you are walking up one of the first side streets will be Asmalımescit. Nothing much to see here in the day but note it down for the dark hours. Starting on and perpendicular to Asmalımescit and along Istiklal is Sofyalı Sokak (street). This neighborhood comes alive at night so we'll come back here later. half way up Istikal, you'll come to a bend and will see the big gates of Galatasaray high school, opposite it is the fish market (Balık Pazarı), we'll come here at 4 or 5am. But from Balık Pazarı, you will also go to Nevizade, a small street with tons of bars and restaurants.

when you get up to Taksim square, ask for directions to the Cihangir area. Walk down this street downhill to the Cihangir neighborhood from the Taksim square. its where live all the artsy fartsy people, the intellectuals, the pseudo intellectuals, all those who are wanna be artsy or intellectual and all the expats who want to feel good thinking that maybe where they ate dinner, there might have been a Turkish artist sitting next to them. that they might not know any of their names or faces and couldn't recognize if the guy bumped into them is a minor matter we'll ignore. anyhow, so you have a bunch of funky shops you can pick up stuff at. some cool restaurants, bars.. get a drink at While Mill Cafe. they have a garden in the back. early evening is not bad. late night is good.

Dinner!! this is my best part. i'll suggest two options. first, go to Fatih. Its a neighborhood named after the Fatih Camii. The Camii is named after Sultan (Mehmet) Fatih (ie the Conqueror). The mosque is huge and he also sleeps there. you can pop in if you want. but i would head straight to Itfaiye Caddesi. There you will ask for Sur Ocakbaşı (surocakbasi.net). Don't get freaked out by the picture with the kid popping out of a melon on the website. they thought it was cute. these boys come from the Kurdish part of the country. its funny there. and the food is dangerous!! seriously..

try the Buryan kebab (its steamed lamb), and the Saç Tava (tomato based meat dish) and the mixed kebab platter. they make killer ayran (the yogurt drink), its fresh and frothy, and get the house dessert with tea. you're not gonna wake up after this. Fatih is also a very conservative neighborhood of the city so you'll see a totally different side of things.

the second option is you take a ferry from Beşiktaş to Kadıköy, across on the Asian side. the restaurant is called "çiya sofrası". (http://www.ciya.com.tr/index_en.php). this place is sick.. just sick. the guy has traveled all over Turkey to gather recipes for home cooked food from all different regions. so every day of the week they have a different menu. i saw even the Istanbullus talking to the chef to find out what the different dishes were before ordering. they have some kebaps too.. they have three locations on the same street. i suggest you skip the kebabs here and go to the one where they have home cooked food, the "sofarsı".. nothing you will ever get at any Turkish restaurant anywhere outside Turkey. or at least not this much collection of unique dishes. and its just a low key plain restaurant. even if you eat like a pig, you will pay about $20 or less for a meal.. if you're paying more, means you're taking the taxi to the ER right after. the desserts are even worse.. lets not go there. anyhow, when you're done or when they're done destroying your will power you can head over to Kadife Sokak (street). this is where the hipsters hang out. 5 minutes walking distance. bunch of cool bars, coffee shops etc.. get some Turkish coffee coz the night is young and long.. take the taxi back and you'll drive over the Boğaz bridge to get back to the European side.

if you don't wanna go off route to Fatih or the Asian side for a meal, go to the Nişantaşi neighboorhood. eat at Köşebaşı. its amazing food but you'll need reservations and this one is gonna be pricey. on to nightlife.

a few options. you can hang out in the Asmalımescit/Tünel/Sofyalı area that i mentioned earlier. its a maze of small streets and its a sea of people. on Sofyalı, my favorite spot is Faces. A small, comfy place.. they play some mainstream music but its a break from the house and trance pumping everywhere else. there are a bunch of cool places around you can check out. Kafe Pi is nice, Lokal is not bad either. Nu Teras is close by. insane view from the roof top dance floor.. this place is baaaad.. but a bit pretentious.

on that note, some more pretentious options. you can hang out in Bebek. its the beverly hills equivalent of Istanbul, along the water. Lucca Lounge is always good. or you can check out Anjelique in Ortaköy neighborhood. its lso on the bosphorus. walk over to the pier to take a look at the lit up baroque mosque (Ortaköy Camii) right under the Boğaz bridge. its one wicked scene!

The best for the last. head over to Reina. Its an institution. in fact, its an instytushun. its gotta have its own word coz there aint anything like it anywhere in the world. i heard they closed down Studio 54 when Reina opened. ok, i'm getting facetious but you get the idea. it has a big open air space right on the bosphorus. its right under the bridge and you look across at the Asian side, with the lights on the hillside like rocks on velvet. now, of course, this sort of space has its attitude. cute ain't enough, girls. BUT where there is a will there is a way. there is the main door, where if you're not on the list, you don't go in. you can, if you show up really early, like 10 or 11ish but then who is gonna check out all those other neighborhoods?? anyhow, there is another door. down the street for those with table reservations. walk up with don't-waste-my-time-bitch attitude and ask that you would like to get a table. they'll let you through because the table is reserved at the desk inside.. but who said anything about actually going there.. just walk over inside to the bar and THE HOUSE IS YOURS!! the lie shall set you free.... mu ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa!!!!!! in all seriousness, drinks are priced crazy.. so if you're in a group of 4-6 people, get a tall table with a bottle and split it. ok.. by now i've spilt beans like martinis. you better keep it to yourself or my blood is on your hands.

its 5am now. the crowd is still not thinning but we got unfinished business back at Balık Pazarı (the fish market on Istiklal, remember?). when you enter the street, the first one on the left is şampiyon kokoreç and next to it is golden kokoreç. you wont go wrong with either. ask for "yarim ekmek kokoreç". its gonna be spicy, and get some "midye dolma" (stuffed mussels), put some lemon on it. get some ayran to put it all down with and making it to 9am will be tough.

its 6ish. take a taxi over to Rumeli Hisar. lets say you get there before 7 sometime. its a neighborhood up the bosphorus from Bebek. its named after the fortress Rumeli Hisar, AGAIN, on the bosphorus. Sultan Mehmet built it to conquer Istanbul. he wanted to stop the supplies route from the top of the bosphorus to make the siege effective. they built it in 4 months. its not elaborate, just functional, but when you look at it and think about the four months part, it'll wow you. actually, you might not be able to go inside this early, but take a walk around and along the bosphorus. its nice. then walk to Lokma restaurant. the address is 18 Yahya Kemal Caddesi if you need to ask. but you'll be on Yahya Kemal so shouldn't be bad finding it. you have to get some "bal-kaymak" (honey and cream), and a couple of different types of menemen (an egg dish, some distant cousin of omlette). i'd say go for pastirmali menemen (the turkish cousin of bacon) and sucuk menemen (sausage)..

its 9am. you're a little late for your 9am flight, aren't you?! if you miss it, you can come back into the city and go to Beşiktaş area and either get a cruise on the bosphorus or visit Istanbul Modern for contemporary art and last but not the least again, check out Dolmabahçe Palace. It was the last Ottoman palace. also baroque. mind blowing!

we are well over our time limit folks and i got a train to catch. stay out of trouble!

PS. the basic reading help. C = J. "ı" = "u" as in 'but'. ş is like "sh". ğ is g but silent. ç is "ch". ö and ü are funny versions of o and u. don't worry about it too much but if you're curious, ask Zeidan for a demonstration. enjoy when you hear these sounds.

Januarians | Solemates

2010-12-14T13:23:00.000-08:00

Some things are too precious.

Hey you guys,

Sorry for being MIA in so many ways this semester. But I must mention one thing which I have not missed - one thing I have known all along and haven't been able to forget even with all the distractions and chaos and smells and sounds and explosions in this corner of the world... you people are my SOLEMATES. Which is to say, right from day one it seems we have all walked in the same pair of shoes.

It's as if back in January '09 our DNA was miraculously re-coded into one Januarian super helix which gives us the power to think the same thoughts anywhere in the world. And we are now the mighty Januarian Transformer! where each one of us contributes a special power and together we save the world solve all conflicts and pay off our loans in the process. Am I overstretching, I think not! What I'm really saying though is it's nice to be able to walk a mile in 23 peoples' shoes very comfortably, as if they were your own. And they don't smell at all, and they put a little spring in your step!

Anyhow I hope you get my little metaphor. Wish I was there to revel in it. Congratulations to everyone on completion, near completion, or like me nowhere near completion. I miss you all lots and hope to see everybody sometime this Spring.

Happy migrations to all and see you soon.

Big ups, lots of love.

Sam

...it all started two years ago..

2010-12-10T10:15:00.001-08:00

bye bye Januarians...

~:Reception for Mid-Year Graduates:~

2010-12-08T20:32:00.000-08:00

You are cordially invited to a Reception for Mid-Year Graduates!

…in other words, So Long, Farewell…

All are welcome!!! J

With Love,

Januarians

PS: Tissue paper will be provided.

Gifts & Gin + Tonic.

2010-12-03T13:54:00.000-08:00

On a beautiful day I was given a scarf made by my sister.
On a sunny day my grandma gave me a beautiful blouse.

Last night I combined both gifts and went out into Boston for a night of gin and tonic at The Liberty Hotel.

The time has come for a good friend, Elli, to say goodbye to Boston. As she said it herself, she now heads out to new adventures in the IMF protectorate, land of imminent default, formerly known as Greece.

Before she leaves, she reminds me of my blog. And we are back... for your delight.

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2010-12-01T10:26:00.000-08:00

One of life's bounties is its changeableness, which ensures that boredom will never last very long. You may underestimate the intensity of your longing for continual transformation, but the universe doesn't. That's why it provides you with the boundless entertainment of your ever-shifting story. That's why it is always revising the challenges it sends your way, providing your curious soul with a rich variety of unpredictable teachings.

Neuroscientists have turned up evidence that suggests you love this aspect of the universe's behavior. They say that you are literally addicted to learning. At the moment when you grasp a lesson you've been grappling with, your brain experiences a rush of a natural opium-like chemical, boosting your pleasure levels. You crave this experience. You thrive on it.

...

Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

2010-11-04T14:17:00.000-07:00

Dear Fletcher,
I have a nerdy love for graduation speeches. Steve Job's address is one of my all-time favorites. So is Bono's. This one below by Singaporean Adrian Tan joins that illustrious shortlist. Enjoy!
Kim

Life and How to Survive It

I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It’s a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.

My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.

On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.

Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.

And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men: when you’ve already won her heart, you don’t need to win every argument.

Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.

The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You’re done learning.

You’ve probably been told the big lie that “Learning is a lifelong process” and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters’ degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don’t you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.

The good news is that they’re wrong.

The bad news is that you don’t need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You’re in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.

I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I’m here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.

You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There’s very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.

Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.

So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you’ll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.

Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they’re 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn’t meet their life expectancy.

I’m here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.

After all, it’s calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.

Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family.

You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.

That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.

If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don’t need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.

What you should prepare for is mess. Life’s a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.

Don’t expect anything. Erase all life expectancies. Just live. Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.

What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.

Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.

The most important is this: do not work.

Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.

Work kills. The Japanese have a term “Karoshi”, which means death from overwork. That’s the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there’s nothing left. A rock has been ground into sand and dust.

There’s a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are “making a living”. No, they’re not. They’re dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.

People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan "Arbeit macht frei" was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.

Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort. You may never reach that end anyway.

Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. Find something you enjoy doing. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.

I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn’t do that, I would’ve been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction – probably a sports journalist.

So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don’t imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I’ll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.

Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession. Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm. If you don’t, you are working.

Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I’m not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.

In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.

I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.

It’s not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.

One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it’s often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one’s own convictions. It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.

The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.

I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.

Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.

Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.

You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.

Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.

Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

You’re going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there’s no life expectancy.

Halloween.

2010-11-01T08:27:00.000-07:00

My favorite American holiday. Without a doubt.

From a friend.

2010-10-27T19:27:00.001-07:00

"Whatever you can do, or DREAM you can BEGIN it! Boldness has genius, power and MAGIC in it"

- Goethe

Forget BRIC, It's Time For CIVETS

2010-10-21T13:04:00.000-07:00

CIVETS is an acronym, reportedly coined by Michael Geoghegan at HSBC (NYSE:HBC), for Colombia, Indonesia, Vietnam, Egypt, Turkey and South Africa. Investors may think of this as a second-generation of emerging economies, as these countries generally have fast-rising (and young) populations, relatively well-established financial infrastructure, internal stability and a pathway towards significant economic growth and potential co-leadership in their economic spheres.

Keep in mind, though, that not all of these countries posses these qualities to equal levels. What's more, none of these countries is so stable or well-established that back-sliding and disappointment could not occur. Corruption is still a significant problem in many (if not all) of these countries, and investors should not over-estimate the openness of these markets or the ease of investment. In others, an investor's options will be limited in comparison to a more-developed country like South Korea or even China and Mexico.

Of course, an assemblage of names like this is always at least a little arbitrary. Egypt, for instance, seems to have more value as a vowel than as a peer member of this group. Along similar lines, investors may find countries like Poland, Hungary or Sri Lanka to be more intriguing, even if they do not lead to a clever-sounding acronym. Accordingly, country-by-country economic due diligence is vital unless investors want to spread their bets across the entire group. (Find out how these worldly offerings can spice up your portfolio. Check out Go International With Foreign Index Funds.)

Colombian and Venezuelan Affairs

2010-10-18T22:07:00.001-07:00

The Fletcher Symposium on

Colombian and Venezuelan Affairs

WHEN: This Saturday, October 23, 2010

11:00am — 4:00pm

WHERE: ASEAN Auditorium, The Fletcher School, Tufts University

This symposium brings together high-level experts to discuss the deterioration in Colombia-Venezuela relations and its impact on vulnerable communities, the Andean region and the hemisphere as a whole. Students, academics and professionals can deepen their understanding of the causes and effects of this rift, and the options and prospects for improvement. For further details and to attend, please register at: http://colombia-venezuela-symposium.eventbrite.com/

Introductory Remarks

Michael Shifter, President, Inter-American Dialogue

First Panel

Reclaiming Commerce and Fostering Development

for Bilateral Prosperity

Second Panel

Narcotics, Violence and the New Role of Force

RSVP here: http://colombia-venezuela-symposium.eventbrite.com/

Calvin Klein Inc.

2010-10-18T21:12:00.000-07:00

So far my favorite case study has been on Calvin Klein.

Learning his life story has made me a much happier person.

Shopping is now a good deed.

http://www.marieclaire.com/sex-love/men/boxers-or-briefs-080429

João e Investimento Programado - Souza Barros

2010-10-16T17:29:00.000-07:00

Burkina & Brazil

2010-10-08T13:24:00.000-07:00

“We love Brazil, in the same what that we wanna go to heaven.” I smile, as I hear these words from one of the Jamaicans I met while travelling around the island in the early 2000’s.

It is now September 2010. At Mugar Café at The Fletcher School is where I generally grab a salad or a bowl of chili for lunch. It is there where students gather, chat, have meetings, go over problem sets, laugh and make plans for the weekend. Needless to say, tables are quickly filled up at certain hours of the day.

In one of those busy afternoons, I had the pleasure of sharing a table with Kessman, and I am probably misspelling his first name. At first, he looks just like another quiet and shy first year. He looks at me from the corner of his eyes and keeps savoring his sandwich; probably wondering why I am sitting at his table. In two minutes of conversation I find out he is from Burkina Faso.

Burkina, a country that has almost 16 million people, is a landlocked country in West Africa. It is surrounded by six countries: Mali to the north, Niger to the east, Benin to the southeast, Togo and Ghana to the south, and Côte d'Ivoire to the southwest.

In three minutes of conversation, Kessman learns I am from Brazil… Brazil? He asks. Yes. And he looks at me, nods his head, and I see a warm smile brighten up his face. Before the usual question – do you like soccer? – my new Burkinabe friend tells me that my President had been to his country. And I learn that our countries have shared some type of technology that makes our cattle produce more milk.

Yesterday I went to a roundtable discussion with Paulo Sotero at MIT. Sotero is a political journalist that knows some peculiar facts about our most renowned politicians. With the goal of discussing the Brazilian Presidential elections, Sotero made a brief comment about the way our foreign affairs have been conducted. Despite its mishaps and sinuous ways, the Administration has made some important decisions.

Africa, he says, is the mother of every Brazilian citizen. This is where our music comes from; this is where the roots of the samba can be found. We dance the African way, we talk the African way, and we walk in the same manner as our neighbors across the Atlantic do. And President Lula knows that. And Kess knows that. And for a minute I feel that our distances have grown a lot smaller.

As Kess spells his name in the air, we share our impressions about some of our new friends. Yes, people are nice here. But they are nice for 5 minutes, and then they turn around and go away. And we are left alone again. I see in his eyes the reflection of my own feelings.

With a warm smile, he proudly introduces me to a friend of his that sits at our table. This is Kika, she is from

Brazil. Again another smile and this time the typical question to which I have more than 36 different answers. They get the one in which I say that girls only watch the games; we let the men do the hard work while we cheer for them. They laugh.

As Brazil takes off and becomes the country of the future, some things will definitely change. May our intrinsic values remain in the souls of the new generations. Certain things are just too good to become developed.

(picture from here)

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 15:23:14 -0300

2010-09-28T18:41:00.000-07:00

Relembrando memórias...

http://marcelotas.blog.uol.com.br/arch2009-06-01_2009-06-15.html

Kika Tabacnicks, esse docinho de coco, é paulistana e está fazendo mestrado emDireito e Diplomacia nos EUA. Resolveu passar o verão do outro lado do mundo fazendo estágio em Nova Deli, Índia.

Chegando lá, abriu um blog para contar suas experiências. A mocinha achou que a vida ainda estava muito mansa, resolveu ligar a câmera e gravar todos os seus passos. Daí nasceu a série "Kika, Caminhando na Índia". Este é o segundo capítulo de uma série que ela está subindo no canal dela no YouTube. Se depender da minha avaliação, penso que a moça não pára mais de falar com a câmera. Alô emissoras, se fosse vocês colocaria imediatamente a Kika na TV!

2004. Ilha de Marajó...

2010-09-27T21:42:00.000-07:00

Achei outro conto da Kika por aqui. Confesso que me deu vontade de reescrever o texto e deixá-lo um pouquinho melhor. Quem sabe quando eu publicar meu livro?

Bom, teve um ano em que a Unicamp entrou em greve...

Acabamos tendo férias em setembro... diferentemente de todos os amigos e familiares...

Eu queria viajar e não sabia ao certo pra onde ir...

Peguei uma dessas revistas, Viagem, e decidi ir para o primeiro lugar que eu visse... Pronto, fechei os olhos, abri a revista: Ilha do Caju, em Pernambuco. De acordo com a revista um lugar maravilhoso, pouco explorado, cheio de natureza, divino... Porém, um problema: só existe uma pousada, suuuuuuper cara, que precisava de reserva...

Decidi tentar, sei lá, trabalhar na pousada, fazer algum trabalho voluntário na ilha, me juntar a um grupo de pesquisadores. O objetivo era passar o mês inteiro la... Como segunda opção, resolve abrir a revista uma segunda vez... Ilha de Marajó, Belém... Bom, beleza. Fiz as malas, liguei pra um amigo de Piauí e disse que tava indo pra Pernambuco, se não podia ficar uma noite na casa dele... Expliquei a estoria toda.. Ele achou ótimo e disse que me pegaria na rodoviária assim que eu chegasse.

Lindo. Entrei no ônibus preparada para a jornada mais longa de toda minha vida... cerca de 40 hras num ônibus... ai ai.. mas tava indo tudo numa boa... conversei com a galera do fundão, já estávamos cantando, tocando violão, fazendo a festa... e comecei a perguntar onde as pessoas iam descer, pra ver até onde eu teria a cia daquele pessoal... Até que chegou minha vez de responder...

Ah, tô indo pro Piauí... Como assim???... perguntaram uns.... esse ônibus nao vai pra lá, me avisaram...

Naaaooooo???? ai ai ai... motorista, motorista, tô no ônibus errado... pra onde vcs vão? pra Belém, disse ele... e vc???? (nesse momento vi a segunda opção na minha frente, Ilha de Marajó!!!) bom, posso ficar aqui tbm? vc vai pra onde pergunotu o motorista? Tanto faz, disse eu... escutei atrás de mim: iii, aposto que essa daí tá fugindo do marido...

Bom, continuou ele, se vc pagar a mais, pode ficar aqui... Ótimo!!! paramos o ônibus no primeiro ponto de parada... Mãeee.... vc não sabe o que aconteceu... (mas mãe sempre sabe)... onde você tá, filha? perguntou ela... expliquei a estoria toda... bom, eu tenho um amigo da faculdade que é de Belém, mãe, você pode ligar pra ele e ver se eu não posso ficar uns dias na casa dele? posso, posso sim...

bom, tudo combinado, os pais dele iam me pegar na rodoviária no sábado e ele chegaria de avião no domingo à noite... deu tudo certinho... apesar do calor infernal, dos mosquitos, de todo mundo ser baixinho (tenho 1m78), fiquei me achando um gigante... passeei com os pais dele e dormi.. no dia seguinte fui pra um jantar com toda a família dele na casa da avó... ai ai.. e pra explicar que eu não era namorada dele e que estava lá por acaso??... ai ai ai... bom, até que ele chegou. tudo certo. jantamos. nos divertimos. no dia seguinte resolvmos ir pra Ilha de Marajó!

Chegando lá, era época de eleição, a ilha em greve, tudo parado. não tínhamos lugar pra ficar, nem muito $$$..

Pegamos duas moto taxis e fomos pra uma praia num rio que tem por la... só tinha a gente e um chalezinho q vendia umas porções.. conversando com os donos, disseram que podíamos dormir lá por $10... tinham uma rede para nos emprestar, era só comprar uma outra... ótimo, lindo.

dormimos os 6 (tinham 2 netinhas) pendurados num chalé ao lado do rio... bom, até que o resto foi tranquilo... fomos pescar camarão com eles à noite, passeamos, aprendemos as danças típicas do local...

O único detalhe é que não ligamos para a mãe do meu amigo nenhuma vez… E lá tava ela desesperada a ligar para minha mãe… hhahahahahaha

mas agora sempre pergunto umas 3 vezes antes de entrar em ônibus (e mesmo de avião) para onde eles vão... só pra ter certeza....

Seg. Filtro Solar.

2010-09-27T10:46:00.000-07:00

Se eu pudesse dar um conselho em relação ao futuro, eu diria: "usem filtro solar". O uso em longo prazo do filtro solar, foi cientificamente provado. Os demais conselhos que dou baseiam-se unicamente em minha própria experiência. Eu lhes darei esse conselho:

Desfrute do poder e da beleza da sua juventude. Ou, esqueça...

Você só vai compreender o poder e a beleza quando já tiverem desaparecido. Mas acredite em mim. Dentro de vinte anos você olhará suas fotos e compreenderá de um jeito que você não pode compreender agora quantas possibilidades se abriram para você e o quão fabuloso você era... Você não é tão gordo (a) quanto você imagina.

Não se preocupe com o futuro. Ou se preocupe, mas saiba que se preocupar é tão eficaz quanto tentar resolver uma equação de álgebra mascando chiclete. É quase certo que os problemas que realmente têm importância em sua vida, são aqueles que nunca passaram pela sua mente, tipo aqueles que tomam conta da sua mente às 4 horas da tarde de uma terça-feira ociosa.

Todos os dias faça alguma coisa que te assuste. Cante. Não trate os sentimentos alheios de forma irresponsável. Não tolere aqueles que agem de forma irresponsável em relação aos seus sentimentos.

Relaxe. Não perca tempo com inveja. Às vezes você ganha e às vezes você perde. A corrida é longa, e no final, tem que contar só com você.

Lembre-se dos elogios que você recebe. Esqueça dos insultos. (Se você conseguir fazer isso, me diga como...) Guarde suas cartas de amor. Jogue fora seus velhos extratos bancários. Alongue-se.

Não tenha sentimento de culpa por não saber o que você quer fazer da sua vida. As pessoas mais interessantes que eu conheço não tinham, aos 22 anos, nenhuma idéia do que fariam na vida. Algumas das pessoas interessantes de 40 anos que eu conheço ainda não sabem.

Tome bastante cálcio. Seja gentil com seus joelhos. Você sentirá falta deles quando não funcionarem mais.

Talvez você se case, talvez não. Talvez tenha filhos, talvez não.

Talvez você se divorcie aos 40.

Talvez você dance uma valsinha quando fizer 75 anos de casamento.

O que você fizer não se orgulhe, nem se critique demais. Todas as suas escolhas têm 50% de chance de dar certo. Como as escolhas de todos os demais.

Curta seu corpo da maneira que puder.

Use-o de todas as formas que puder.

Não tenha medo dele ou do que as outras pessoas pensam dele.

Ele é o maior instrumento que você possuirá.

Dance. Mesmo que o único lugar que você tenha para dançar seja sua sala de estar.

Leia todas as indicações, mesmo que você não as siga. Não leia revistas de beleza. Elas só vão fazer você se sentir feio.

Saiba entender seus pais. Você não sabe a falta que você vai sentir deles quando eles forem embora pra valer.

Seja agradável com seus irmãos. Eles são seu melhor vínculo com o passado e aqueles que, no futuro, provavelmente nunca deixarão você na mão. Entenda que os amigos vão e vem, mas que há um punhado deles, preciosos, que você tem que guardar com muito carinho.

Trabalhe duro para transpor os obstáculos geográficos e os obstáculos da vida, porque quanto mais você envelhece, tanto mais precisa das pessoas que te conheceram quando você era jovem.

More em New York uma vez.Mas mude-se antes que ela te transforme em uma pessoa dura.

More no Norte da Califórnia uma vez.

Mas mude-se antes de tornar-se uma pessoa muito mole.

Viaje.

Aceite algumas verdades eternas: Os preços vão subir, os políticos são mulherengos e você também vai envelhecer. E quando você envelhecer, você fantasiará que quando você era jovem: os preços eram razoáveis, os políticos eram nobres e as crianças respeitavam os mais velhos. Respeite as pessoas mais velhas.

Não espere apoio de ninguém. Talvez você tenha um fundo de garantia. Talvez você tenha um cônjuge rico. Mas você nunca sabe quando um ou outro pode desaparecer.

Não mexa muito em seu cabelo. Senão, quando tiver quarenta anos, vai ficar com a aparência de oitenta e cinco.

Tenha cuidado com as pessoas que lhe dão conselhos. Mas seja paciente com elas. Conselho é uma forma de nostalgia. Dar conselho é uma forma de resgatar o passado da lata do lixo, limpá-lo, esconder as partes feias e reciclá-lo por um preço muito maior do que realmente vale.

Mas acredite em mim, quando eu falo do filtro solar.

(por Mary Schmich, Chicago Tribune, 1º de junho de 1997).

Anime-se. Sunday. Sep 26.

2010-09-26T11:04:00.000-07:00

Anime-se

Ao acordar...
Envolva-se pela música, cante e ouça.
Comece a sorrir mais cedo.

Ao invés de reclamar quando o relógio despertar, agradeça pela oportunidade de acordar mais um dia.
O bom humor é contagiante espalhe-o, fale de coisas boas, de saúde de sonhos, de amor.
Não se lamente!!!
Ajude as outras pessoas a perceberem o que há de bom dentro de si.

Não viva emoções mornas ou vazias.
Cultive seu interior, extraia o máximo de pequenas coisas.
Seja transparente e deixe que as pessoas saibam que você as estima e precisa delas.

Repense os valores e dê a chance de crescer e ser mais feliz.
Tudo que merece ser feito, merece ser bem feito.
Torne suas obrigações atraentes, tenha garra e determinação.

Mude, opine, ame o que faz.
Não trabalhe só por dinheiro e sim pela satisfação da missão cumprida.
Lembre-se de que nem todos têm a mesma oportunidade.
Pense no melhor, trabalhe pelo melhor e espere o melhor.

Transforme seus movimentos em oportunidades.
Veja o lado positivo das coisas e assim tornará seu otimismo uma realidade.
Não inveje. Admire!
Sinta entusiasmo com o sucesso alheio, como seria com o seu próprio.

Idealize um modelo de competência e faça sua auto avaliação para saber o que lhe está faltando para chegar lá.
Ocupe seu tempo crescendo, desenvolvendo suas habilidades e seu talento.
Só assim não terá tempo de criticar os outros.
Não acumule fracassos e sim experiências.
Tire proveito dos seus problemas e não se deixe abater por eles.

Tenha fé e energia, acredite!!!
Você pode tudo que quiser.

Perdoe...

Seja grande para os aborrecimentos, pobre para a raiva, forte para vencer o medo e FELIZ para permitir momentos felizes.
Não viva só para o trabalho.
Tenha outras atividades paralelas como esportes, leituras, cultivar amigos.
O trabalho é uma das contribuições que damos à vida, mas não se deve jogar nele todas as nossas expectativas de realizações.

Finalmente, ria das coisas à sua volta, de seus problemas, de seus erros, ria da vida.
E... ame.

(texto de Silvio Barletta)

Set 19. Sun. Januarians.

2010-09-19T10:03:00.001-07:00

Formatura IE 99 - Homenagem aos amigos.

2010-09-18T11:13:00.001-07:00

Dizem por aí que amigos são coisas para serem
guardadas do lado esquerdo do peito. Bom, que me
desculpem, mas os meus não vou guarda-los não. Quero
quê sejam livre para ir onde o coração mandar. Para
viajar, mudar de cidade se for preciso, quero que
conheçam o mundo inteiro, para dar o gostinho especial
de sua amizade a quem encontrarem no caminho.

Amigos assim eu recomendo a todos pois fazem um bem
pra alma. Mais que amigos, companheiros, conselheiros,
churasqueiros, baladeiros, baderneiros, estragados
ursoooo....

Companhia pra qualquer situação, a família que
deixamos em nossas cidades natais... quem cuidou de
nos, deu remedio, fez sopinha, conversou nos momentos
tristes..

Tudo isso foi momentaneamente substituído pelos amigos
que fizemos aquie... Agradecemos, por tudo.

Foram pessoas com quem contamos em vários momentos,
seja para matar aula e ir jogar boliche, ou ir ao
cinema, seja fazer balada segunda a noite, encher a
cara no fim de semana, tomar uma cervejinha no Bar
Azul, Brix, Zepplein, File, Seo Rosa, Coronel,
Paparazi...

Existem momentos que serão eternizados, como todos os
inúmeros churrascos e festas e amigos secreto na Rep
do Farofa, onde todos aqui já pisaram pelo menos uma
vez....

São amigos para tudo. Ate mesmo segurar a tenda
durante as enormes tempestades de Campinas, naquela
semana da economia, lembram?

Fazer bagunça nas economiadas, dançar debaixo de
chuva, ou mesmo estudar até altas horas, ao lado de
galões de café e pipoca queimada... gente para se
sentar ao lado na cantina, no bosque, em casa, no
carro, e conversar sobre a vida, sonhar juntos, contar
do passado e imaginar o futuro....

Imagina a gente daqui a alguns anos???

O filhinho do Marcello xavecando a filha do Fred...
O Fred ficando puto da vida que o marcellinho não
toque na filha dele, e o Marcello so incentivando o
pobre garoto... Ou o bando de cabecinhas jogando bola
com os monstrinhos....

A Su vai estar na Alemanha vendo os Gansos nadarem no
lago congelado.. A Tis vai papear com o Baiano, morar
na terra do sol, saborear um Camarão com Farofa. A
Agnes e a Carol vão quebrar tudo no real e virar
banqueiras ricaças...

Aposto que a Desi vai continuar gritando e dando
chilique.... O Bera vai assumir as raízes e virar
cowboy no Texas, ao lado do Crestana, lógico, que
posso até ver num daqueles comerciais do Marlboro.

Falando em cigarro, aposto que a drizon vai iniciar
uma campanha “fume na varanda”. Já o Korea, esse aí
vai jogar com o Enilsio e juntos, vão dominar o mundo
do futebol e catar todas as loirinhas da vida...

Pô mas será que dá tempo de falar de todo mundo?

Mas se não os pais da Simone, da Giovanna e do Feilipe
vão ficar tristes....

Então, faz assim, vc fala do Guth, do Kengi e da
Amanda e pergunta pro Jim como estava o Japão que eu
vejo com o Carlos o que ele vai estar organizando pro
ano que vem.. Provavelmente a Malu vai estar
procurando baladas e cabeleireiros onde estiver
morando....

E vê se pede pro Burgo trazer uns Hamburguers que ta
me dando uma fome....

Quem falta? Pô, do Didi e do Barão nem to a fim de
falar nada. O Barão, pra variar, vai se esconder no
submundo, porque ele some e ninguém acha e ninguém
fica sabendo o que ele estava fazendo... O Didi, sendo
o mais tranqüilo, vai continuar agitando a galera pras
baladas....

E o Santista? Ahhh,, vai casar com o Ana...

O Doug comentou de um projeto pra substituir o Tony
Ramos na televisão, será que rola?

E o Harry?
Aposto que vai desencanar de economia e virar um
estilista famoso.

O Vô e o Thiaguinho vão acabar numa tribo de
aborigena, surfando todos os dias... E o thiagnuinho
impressionando a mulherada com aquela triste estória
do tubarão....

Aposto que o Zaia vai dar uma de go go boy em
Londres....

Bom, o oráculo da nossa turma, Taleboy, provavelmente
vai ser presidente da ZZZiemens e arrumar emprego pra
toda galera....

E a Chris? Cadê?

Casou, vc não sabia?

Pois é, de volta pra cidadezinha natal.....

O Pixole vai se divertir com sua futura esposa no
Hotel Casa Grande no Guarujá.

E o Bredda, bem, ele no Safra, vai ser concorrente
numero 1 da Carol e da Anegs no mercado....

É esse pessoal vai fazer falta....

Quero sim guardar no peito, ou melhor, na memória do
celular, todos os telefones e emails, para ligarmos
quando nos sentirmos sozinhos. Pra conversar no
messenger quando estiverem trabalhando até meia noite,
como vc, o Fred, o Santista...

Pra torcermos juntos durante a copa do mundo, lembra,
la na sua casa?
Pó, é, aquele fondue, o churras, o super café da
manha... É, lembranças boas....

5 anos... de amizade, carinho, dedicação, de
companheirismo.... Mais do que uma formação em
economia, sim, agradecemos os professores,

mas hoje somos o que somos, graças a nossos amigos,
pelas experiencias de vida e momentos divertidos e
difíceis que passamos juntos.

Foi um prazer e é, estar ao lado de vcs.

A gente se vê por ae.

Kika e Farofa

Março 2004. Formatura Economia-Unicamp.

2010-09-17T13:03:00.000-07:00

Aos professores...

...Nossa gratidão aqueles que souberam ser
professores, mestre e companheiros de sempre,
fornecendo-nos a base para que nos tornássemos
profissionais, que nos transmitiram seus conhecimentos
com dedicação e carinho.
Aqueles que nos guiaram para além das teorias das
filosofias e das técnicas, expressamos os nossos
maiores agradecimentos.
E sabemos que isso é pouco diante de tudo o que nos
foi oferecido por essa escola e pelos docentes que a
formam.
Afinal, um mestre não é um homem que nos ensina
O mestre é alguém que nos desperta

Aos amigos professores, nosso sincero obrigado
Que os laços formados, continuem se estabelecendo
pelas próprias turmas
Àqueles que limitaram a ser apenas professores, o
nosso respeito
Que mantenham a seriedade e a dedicação

Nesta noite, vocês estão aqui representados por poucos
Que compartilharam dessa importante e maravilhosa
etapa de nossas vidas
E que simbolizam para os formandos da XXXII Turma, os
docentes desse instituto
Cada um com sua graça, com sua qualidade e defeito
Mas que temos enorme admiração

No entanto, falta-nos a presença de um querido
professor
Hoje, mais do que nunca, sentimos a sua presença
A nossa realização o traz de volta
Porque não morre quem nos outros vive
Afinal, hoje estamos aqui, conquistando esse objetivo
e vencendo mais essa etapa de nossas vidas e levando
conosco a semente plantada em nós pelo professor José
Newton

Ao professor José Newton, a nossa lembrança e nosso
especial agradecimento

E a todos os professores, muito obrigado!!

Malu e Léo

3 de fevereiro de 2004. Viagem pro Rio...

2010-09-16T22:57:00.000-07:00

Achei este texto perdido entre minhas memórias. Pensei em editá-lo... Mas perderia a autenticidade...

Decidi que queria morar e trabalhar na cidade maravilhosa. Como acabei de me formar e estou participando de uns 300 processos de selecao de trainee, coloquei em alguns deles que prefiro Rio a Sao Paulo.

Fui chamada para participar de um painel na Cargill.

Rio de Janeiro, realizacao de um sonho. Foi ai que comecei a pensar... Passagem de onibus, ida, lugar pra ficar, comida, volta... vai sair uma fortuna... Estava quase desistindo quando lembrei de um cara que conheci numa viagem. De vez em quando conversavamos pela internet. Mandei um mail pra ele dizendo que ia pro Rio e que iria ficar na casa dele. Nem deu tempo dele me perguntar se eu queria ficar la, dado que isso era terca feira, 11 da noite e eu teria que sair quarta de madrugada...

Tudo certo, ficaria no ape que ele tem na Barra. Mas ele me avisou que mora no ape da Tijuca e que teria que estudar e trabalhar a semana toda. Disse que se eu ficasse ate o final de semana, poderia ir me ver...

Tudo bem. Mas, na hora de fazer a mala, me perguntei que roupa os cariocas usariam para ir fazer dinamica... nao consegui imaginalos de terno e camisa social, ou de terninho... Peguei uma calca social, uma sandalia e uma blusa... deveria servir...Minha amiga me deixou na rodoviaria me desejando boa sorte. Passagem comprada.

Nossa, nao sei porque os motoristas de onibus acham que estao onduzinho um caminhao de frigorificos... Nunca passei tanto frio...Cheguei no Rio. Rodoviaria. 6 da manha... Sol nascendo. O onibus da empresa passaria na frente do copacabana palace as 13 hs para pegar os candidatos... tinha a manha inteira livre... Resolvi ir pra praia... achei o tal do capacabana palace, e fiquei la, de bikini, curtindo... ate que resolvi me vestir, ficar com cara de trainee, de pessoa seria e trabalhadora... O onibus lugar disponivel eram os chuveiros dos salva vidas. Perfeito. Por $1 e ganha-se ateh um sabonete. Tomei um super banho ao ar livre e me vesti... Faltava a maquiagem, o cabelo. Na minha frente, Copacabana Palace... Eh la mesmo. Entrei, dei bom dia ao seguranca e perguntei onde era o banheiro. Espelho pra todos os lados. Pronto. Linda.

Entrei no onibus com os outros candidatos... Papo vai, papo vem, descubro que a empresa era num lugar muuuuuiiiito longe e que demoraria mais de uma hora pra chegar la.... nisso, liga meu amigo, Marco Antonio. E ae, Kika, beleza? Entao, vc vai ficar na Barra? Anota ae meus telefones, me liga qdo der.. Caiu a ligacao... Bom, fiz a dinamca, me diverti com os cariocas, e depois de mil piadas sobre paulistas, 200 picadas de pernilongo, fomos embora... Tava caindo moh chuva, meu telefone tava sem credita... Sorte que os cariocas sao muito simpaticos. Liguei para o meu amigo na Barra.

Mulher: alo?

Eu: oi, sou amiga do marco antonio, de campinas, e ele disse que poderia ficar uns dias ahi no ape dele.

Mulher: que??

Eu: eh, eu sei q ele ta trabalhando e vai ficar na Tijuca mas ele disse que eu poderia ficar na Barra e eu preciso do endereco.

Mulher: endereco de onde?

Eu: ??? dahi...

Mulher: bom...

Eu: ah, fala aqui com minha amiga (a dona do telefone) que eu nao conheco nada aqui na cidade...

Mulher e amiga conversam...

Bom, me diz a menina, ela me explicou onde eh... e um dos caras que disse que me daria uma carona pois morava ali perto. Achei otimo. Fiquei super feliz.

Enquanto isso, a tal da mulher liga para os pais dele:

Mulher: oi, vc sabe de uma amiga do Marco Antonio que vai ficar aqui?

Mae: tem uma menina de Minas que vem soh daqui a duas semanas... Sera que ela veio mais cedo? Como ela chama?

Mulher: iii, nem sei...

Pai: ela tem sotaque de Minas?

Mulher: nao sei... conversamos pouco...

Mae: se for a Mariana de Minas, deixa subir, se nao, bom, resolve ae...

Cheguei no predio meio tarde, umas 11 da noite... Fui falar com o porteiro:

Eu: oi, vem ver o Marco Antonio, do terceiro andar

Porteiro: o canonico?

Eu: (sem saber) isso mesmo

Porteiro: qual seu nome? oi, a Erika ta aqui embaixo.

Mulher: como que ela chama:

Porteiro: erika

Mulher: ai, nao eh a Mariana... Deixa subir.

Porteiro: pode subir. (Me olha de um modo estranho) Acho que ela nao sabe quem vc eh...

Eu: ah, nao sabe mesmo...

Descobri que a mulher era tia dele, de Maringa, e estava de ferias no Rio, no ape da Barra. Me deixou super a vontade, esquentou lasanha, me deu uma toalha, tomei banho, me deixou ficar no quarto da irma de marco antonio, me fez ligar para meus pais que ate entao nao sabiam que eu estava no Rio, combinamos de acordar cedo para ir a praia. Ai, tava cansada. Fui dormir.

Acordei cedo. Banheiro trancado. Umas roupas de homem pela sala. Precisava fazer xixi. Achei outro banheiro de empregada, alivio... Achei um livro, sentei e fiquei lendo... Nisso, levanta a tia. Ue, tem gente no banheiro? Nao sei, ta trancado...

Fui pegar agua. Nisso, acorda Marco Antonio, vai se vestir na sala, me ve, continua se vestindo, olha de novo, cai na gargalhada... vc aqui??? diz ele... pois eh... achei que vc fosse minha irma... nao, sou eu... cade o Rafael?...

Bate na porta do banheiro:

Marco Antonio: Rafa, vc ta dormindo no banheiro?

Rafa: (levantando-se da privada, posicao de pensador)nosssaaaa... to dormindo no banheiro...

Abre a porta, sai, meio bebado, procura o quarto

Marco Antonio: Rafa, essa eh a Kika, minha amiga de Campinas...

Rafa: oi, qual eh meu quarto? (vai dormir)

Mar Antonio vai trabalhar.

Eu e tia vamos pra praia. Tia volta mais cedo. Faz almoco. Senta no sofa. Rafa acorda.

Rafa: oi, vc que eu conheci hj de manha?

Tia: nao, foi a Kika

Rafa: ahhh, quem eh vc?

Tia explica tudo.

Volto da praia. Almocamos. Vamos a praia de novo. Voltamos. Estamos vendo TV. Chegam os pais de Marco Antonio. Oiii, tudo bom... Se apresentam, nos cumprimentam.. .Suuuper simpaticos. Vao fazer compras e voltam pra nos fazer jantar. Carpaccio. Chiquerrimo... Conversamos... Vao dormir.

Sentamos nos 3, eu, RAfa, tia, vendo tv... Nisso chega a irma... Oiiii, tudo bom... Fala oi pra tia, pro Rafa, pra mim, diz que ta super cansada, vai dormir... diz que posso ficar no quarto dela com o Rafa e ela vai dormir com a tia no outro quarto... Detalhe: no quarto dela so tem uma cama de solteiro...

aiiiiii... onde eu vim parar... Acho que ela viu minha expressao, pois foi logo dizendo... ahhhh, vcs nao sao namorados???? entao, (pra mim) como vc veio parar aqui???

Conto a estoria toda. Ficamos la um tempo. Conversando. Pedi pra usar a internet... Nao acredito... Recebi um email de uma empresa de SP marcando uma entrevista para a manha seguinte...

Meu?? e agora??? vou pra rodoviaria agora???? Meia noite... convenco meus pais a me pagaram uma passagem de aviao??? desencano do emprego??? liguei pro meu pai.

Conselho dele: manda um mail, diz qe vc esta no rio, nao tem como voltar a tempo e tenta mudar o dia da entrevista... ok, fiz isso. Irma me convida para o aniversario do namorado, qe sera um passeio de barco nas ilhas, durante o dia todo de sabado. Amei!

Manha seguinte, irma vai trabalhar, Rafa desencana de matar ooutro dia de aula e vai pra faculdade, vou pra praia com a tia... Lembrei que era aniversario de um amigo em sp e eu tinha que ir pra festa dele. Sem desculpas...

Pais resolvem ir almocar no ape da Tijuca, a tia ia embora hj a noite, resolveram me levar junto.

Comemos muuuuuiiito bem. Chega o irmao de Marco Antonio (que eu tbm tinha conhecido durante a viagem): oiii, vc por aqui...

Passamos no shopping pois a tia queria comprar uma certa pulseira que so tinha em uma certa loja....

Resolvi ir embora. O irmao disse que me deixaria na rodoviaria. Agradeci. Mas ele logou se arrependeu qdo viu o tamanho do congestionamento.... FAzer o que??? Cheguei a tempo de pegar o onibus.

Aiii, nao acredito....Com a chuva que tinha dado, tava tudo parado, a estrada congestionada, cheia de acidentes, tudo parado.... Ai ai ai ai ai a.. mil horas pra chegar em SP... peguei um taxi que nao sabia onde era a tal da discoteca.. Cheguei la as 3 da manha...Minhas amigas tavam indo embora... Eu, de mala, roupa de praia...Todo mundo bebado... Mas o sorriso e o abraco de meu amigo foram compensadores... Alivio. Felicidade. To em casa outra vez...

Nno dia seguinte meus pais (que moram em SP) tinham que ir pra Campinas (onde eu moro). Combinamos que eles me pegariam no Mcdonalds da Faria Lima as 6 da manha... Uma chuvinha chata, tipica garoa paulistana... Meus amigos comeram, e foram aos poucos indo embora... Liguei para meus pais umas mil vezes... Falaram que iam demorar um pouquinho... Tirei a mochila das costas e sentei.

Nisso, para um carrao do meu lado com um cara que eh uma delicia... Tudo bom? diz ele... Ai.. contei que tava esperando meus pais... mas eles iam demorar um pouco. Me convidou pra ir pra casa dele,ali perto, tomar um copo dagua, depois me traria de volta... bom, fui ne? ape show, super chique, pais viajando, irmao dormingo, me deu agua... nos beijamos... mas ja tava querendo arrancar minha roupa, eu preocupada que meus pais iam chegar, ai, estressei, pedi pra ir embora... me deixou no mc, sem grandes discussoes... esperei mais uns 30 minutos...

papai e mamae... ai, Campinas...

OBX. Sun. Aug 22.

2010-09-04T16:22:00.000-07:00

Aug 21. Sat. JJ.

2010-09-04T16:20:00.000-07:00

Friday. Aug 20th. Bye Bye Kika.

2010-09-04T16:18:00.000-07:00

Yep, time to move again.

Outros good byes.

Mais uma festa de despedida carinhosamente organizada pela Kelli. :)

A few glasses of champagne, a bottle of tequila, some chips and a lot of cheese, a cool ride, a myriad of shots, a little drama, a few tears, a lot of dancing, a lost hat = one the greatest parties ever!

thu. Aug 19. ?

2010-09-04T16:16:00.000-07:00

When love beckons to you, follow him, / Though his ways are hard and steep. / And when his wings enfold you yield to him, / Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.' These are all challenging words from the poet, Khalil Gibran... but our hearts can sense their wisdom.

Wed. Aug 18. South.

2010-08-18T07:24:00.001-07:00

Certain things only happen in the south.

Dia-a-dia. Tue. Aug 17, 2010.

2010-08-16T19:39:00.000-07:00

Já escondi um amor com medo de perdê-lo, já perdi um amor por escondê-lo.

Já segurei nas mãos de alguém por medo, já tive tanto medo, ao ponto de nem sentir minhas mãos.
Já expulsei pessoas que amava de minha vida, já me arrependi por isso.
Já passei noites chorando até pegar no sono, já fui dormir tão feliz, ao ponto de nem conseguir fechar os olhos.
Já acreditei em amores perfeitos, já descobri que eles não existem.
Já amei pessoas que me decepcionaram, já decepcionei pessoas que me amaram.
Já passei horas na frente do espelho tentando descobrir quem sou, já tive tanta certeza de mim, ao ponto de querer sumir.
Já menti e me arrependi depois, já falei a verdade e também me arrependi.
Já fingi não dar importância às pessoas que amava, para mais tarde chorar quieta em meu canto.
Já sorri chorando lágrimas de tristeza, já chorei de tanto rir.
Já acreditei em pessoas que não valiam a pena, já deixei de acreditar nas que realmente valiam.
Já tive crises de riso quando não podia.

Já quebrei pratos, copos e vasos, de raiva.
Já senti muita falta de alguém, mas nunca lhe disse.
Já gritei quando deveria calar, já calei quando deveria gritar.

Muitas vezes deixei de falar o que penso para agradar uns, outras vezes falei o que não pensava para magoar outros.
Já fingi ser o que não sou para agradar uns, já fingi ser o que não sou para desagradar outros.

Já contei piadas e mais piadas sem graça, apenas para ver um amigo feliz.
Já inventei histórias com final feliz para dar esperança a quem precisava.
Já sonhei demais, ao ponto de confundir com a realidade... Já tive medo do escuro, hoje no escuro "me acho, me agacho, fico ali".
Já cai inúmeras vezes achando que não iria me reerguer, já me reergui inúmeras vezes achando que não cairia mais.
Já liguei para quem não queria apenas para não ligar para quem realmente queria.
Já corri atrás de um carro, por ele levar embora, quem eu amava.
Já chamei pela mamãe no meio da noite fugindo de um pesadelo.

Mas ela não apareceu e foi um pesadelo maior ainda.
Já chamei pessoas próximas de "amigo" e descobri que não eram... Algumas pessoas nunca precisei chamar de nada e sempre foram e serão especiais para mim.

Não me dêem fórmulas certas, porque eu não espero acertar sempre.
Não me mostre o que esperam de mim, porque vou seguir meu coração!
Não me façam ser o que não sou, não me convidem a ser igual, porque sinceramente sou diferente!
Não sei amar pela metade, não sei viver de mentiras, não sei voar com os pés no chão.
Sou sempre eu mesma, mas com certeza não serei a mesma pra SEMPRE!

Gosto dos venenos mais lentos, das bebidas mais amargas, das drogas mais poderosas, das idéias mais insanas, dos pensamentos mais complexos, dos sentimentos mais fortes.

Tenho um apetite voraz e os delírios mais loucos.

Você pode até me empurrar de um penhasco que eu vou dizer:

- E daí? Eu adoro voar!

Clarice Lispector

08.16.2010. Bojangles'. Monday.

2010-08-16T09:22:00.000-07:00

Thanks to my lovely roomie I finally had some Bojangles'!!!
(yes yes yes, she is the only person I know that can have a chicken sandwich + french fries + coke for breakfast and not gain weight...)

Sun. Aug 15. Backyard.

2010-08-16T09:04:00.000-07:00

Fui assistir Eat Pray Love.

Things that I didn't like about it:

There is a Brazilian guy that kisses his son on the lips. The son says that people might do that in Brazil, but that he was a little embarrassed. Honestly, I can't think of any guy friend that kisses his dad on the lips.
They speak Portuguese with an accent from Portugal (and they are supposed to be Brazilians??!!!).
In addition to that, they have a Spanish accent when they speak English: Brazilians don't say jellow (instead of yellow) or jou (instead of you). Seriously???
In the middle of the conversations in English, the Brazilians ask a question in Portuguese to the Americans!!! Tenha dó, né?? Ahhh, fala sério. Are they kidding me??

The director could have asked a native Brazilian to watch the movie and give him some feedback prior to its release. Nonetheless, I still cried and enjoyed the movie. It brought back some good memories about India, made me think about my Italian friend Tamara and made me want to leave the theater and buy a ticket to go to Bali.

Instead though, I ran to the book store, picked up a book on Buddhism and went to my happy place: Our Backyard.

Sat. 08-14-2010. Durham.

2010-08-16T08:40:00.000-07:00

I finally made it to Durham!

E com estilo.

O dia começou na Triangle Brewing Co, onde fizemos um tour de 20 minutos pela fábrica rústica que serve os bares locais, aprendemos a fazer cerveja no quintal de casa e saboreamos uns goles gelados sob o calor de 40 graus, rodeados por mosquitos e poeira. Tive a honra de conhecer cowboys de verdade, com camisa de botão com desenho de peixinho, barba estranha, sapato esquisito.

Em seguida, esperamos 4 horas por um churrasco de dois ombros de porco ao qual fui convidada com o nome de "pork roast" - um tanto quanto mais fancy que o sanduíche de porco mal passado desfiado que quase me vez vomitar. A espera não teria sido das piores se o pneu do carro não tivesse furado a caminho do liquor shop da esquina. E se um dos dois caras que estavam no veículo soubessem trocá-lo. E se o outro tivesse ligeiramente sóbrio... Nesses momentos de emergência lembro com carinho dos ensinamentos do meu pai quando criança.

Dia um tanto quanto divertido. Me surpreendi com meus próprios pensamentos - será que prefiro caminhar entre ruínas de castelos que contam 400 anos de história e marcam a origem do mundo novo ou papear e dar risada rodeada de pessoas bizarras, carne mal passada e pernilongo?

Fri. 08/13/2010. School.

2010-08-12T11:37:00.001-07:00

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I have some very specific memories from my childhood. For some reason I have always enjoyed going back to school. It might be the new books, the clean uniform, the bright pens and colorful erasers… but it could also be the excitement of seeing new classmates, hugging old friends, and meeting new teachers. Just the idea of writing the first word in a blank notebook, or using a pen for the first time, or even hearing a total stranger say their name makes me get butterflies in my stomach. Friends reunite with so many stories about their holidays, the summer, trips with the family, summer camps. First kisses, a first love. A whole year lies ahead and there is so much waiting to happen… Within weeks everything changes. Students complain about their homework, books are lost, fights become common place and getting in trouble with teachers is the goal. So exciting.

Grad school is somewhat similar, except for the fact that mom and dad are not really there by my side. The first word will be typed on a keyboard, and the pens never wear out anymore. Getting new books is a little more painful than fun. But once they are in front of me, it is a whole new world waiting to be conquered. Meeting professors is still a fun experience and they, oddly enough, still learn my name quickly. The uniform has given way to worn out jeans, large boots and oversized coats… and a hat, gloves and a scarf. Summer stories take place in countries I barely knew existed. Funny, sad, interesting, boring, impactful, meaningless, in the private sector, public sector, NGOs, multilateral organizations. And they usually involve another intern, a CEO, a Senator, the UN Secretary General. A busy semester patiently waits for the return of these students who are soon going to be complaining about the classes, the professors, the books and their thesis.

A few more hours. Our summer vacation is almost gone.

Thu. Aug 12. Fire drill.

2010-08-12T09:50:00.000-07:00

From Wikipedia:

A fire drill is a method of practicing the evacuation of a building for a fire or other emergency. Generally, the emergency system (usually an alarm) is activated and the building is evacuated as though a real fire had occurred. Usually, the time it takes to evacuate is measured to ensure that it occurs within a reasonable length of time.

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Wed. Aug/11. 3i Brazil

2010-08-11T10:56:00.000-07:00

A couple of friends and I are slowly making a dream come true. We are starting a company with the goal to intermediate, advise and facilitate a student’s access to Brazilian companies and academic institutions. This includes locating and facilitating admissions to schools and internship programs; deciding on an academic curriculum or work program; providing housing and all logistical solutions for transportation and housing. Below is a summary of the future company, called 3i Brazil:

Our interns come from top universities in the United States and Europe and include students of different nationalities, with ample language skills and diverse educational backgrounds. Their goal is to put their academic knowledge into practice and gain experience in the Brazilian market and culture.

Having an international intern is a chance to expose your local staff to talented English-speakers that analyze situations from different perspectives. Once the interns return to their universities and home countries, your company will gain international exposure and will become part of a network made up of talented professionals from all over the world.

Whether you represent a private company, an NGO, a law firm or a public company, we will find the perfect match for you. Your company can choose to host a full-time or part-time intern, according to your needs and expectations. Once you send us your request, we will match your needs with highly qualified individuals and provide you with resumes of potential interns that match your criteria. This is your opportunity to have a qualified intern working with you for a fraction of the cost of a consultant or an employee and promoting your company in the international sphere.

In addition to finding the ideal intern for your company, our staff provides the following consulting services:

Work plan structuring and implementation: we will assess your needs, have brief interview with employees from different areas to create a work plan for your intern, highlighting deliverable and timetables.
Weekly meetings: we will hold weekly meetings with your interns to understand their goals and specific interests in the company and provide feedback for you from a neutral perspective so the program can be tailored according to the students previous knowledge and expected goals.
Intern evaluation: at the end of the program, we will reconvene with the student and evaluate the internship experience, to identify positive accomplishments and to address specific areas for improvement in the program to guarantee a better experience for all. To that end, we will also perform an assessment of your experience, goals achieved and items that need to be changed to take better advantage of future interns.

Tue. Aug 10. Bossless.

2010-08-11T09:13:00.001-07:00

Missing my bossess.
They are all gone.

Monday - Aug 9 - Last

2010-08-09T09:56:00.000-07:00

última segunda no trabalho.
primeiro dia da última semana.

hora de começar a pensar em pensar em partir.
mas ainda resto um bocado a fazer.

últimas olhares em cada esquina.
e a hora de dizer adeus se aproxima novamente.

e mais uma vez estou quase pronta para ir.
dever 98% cumprido.

animada com a house of five - UNO OCHO CINCO.

08/07/2010 - Sunday - R-Line

2010-08-09T09:48:00.000-07:00

R-LINE

Experience the R-LINE, an eco-friendly approach to urban transportation. This FREE circulator service features hybrid electric buses that will connect you to restaurants, retail, entertainment venues, museums, hotels, and parking facilities in downtown Raleigh. Buses run every 10-15 minutes, so whether you’re a resident, employee or visitor, it’s a great new way to get around downtown. The next time you’re taking in downtown Raleigh, be sure to take the R-LINE!

Hours of Operation:
Mon-Wed (7 am-11 pm)
Thurs-Sat (7 am-2:15 am)
Sun (1 pm-8 pm)

Contact Information:
For questions or comments, call the GoTriangle Call Center at (919) 485-RIDE.

Downloadable Map:
To download the R-LINE map, click here.

AVL Map and Real-Time Projections:
To access the AVL Map and Real-Time projections, click here.

Mobile Application:
To access the mobile application, visit www.YouRHere.com/mobile and click on the "R-LINE" tab.

Sat - August 7 - Boating!

2010-08-09T09:46:00.000-07:00

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Friday. Aug 06/ 2010. Day-off.

2010-08-09T09:41:00.000-07:00

Not feeling well...

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thu. Aug-5-2010. July.

2010-08-09T09:39:00.000-07:00

A July, você, leitor assíduo, já conhece.

Um sorriso que ilumina ambientes.
E uma gargalhada que faz o coração dançar.
Menina levada, sapeca.
Mulher que arremata paixões e quebra coração.
Amiga querida, que lê nas entrelinhas dos vídeos no YouTube.
Uma das minhas almas gêmeas.

O vestido vermelho paixão veio por Sedex postado de um lugarzinho especial em SP.

Aug/4. Wed. LTC.

2010-08-09T09:29:00.000-07:00

Preserving Choice and Dignity When You Need Care

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Long term care insurance (LTCI) can help cover the cost of care you receive at home from nurses’ aides, home health aides and therapists. It can help cover services in an assisted living facility and, if you require skilled care, nursing home expenses can be covered.

It helps you maintain your dignity and financial freedom and gives you the flexibility to participate in making choices that impact your care — about the services you receive, where you receive them and who provides the care you need.

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tuesday. aug 3. traffic.

2010-08-09T09:25:00.000-07:00

This morning, as I slowly marched to work, I was surprised by some traffic on the road.

A few steps ahead, the reason:

Mon. 08-02. Interns

2010-08-03T19:17:00.000-07:00

Genworth's Summer 2010 Interns.

Lee, Pranjal, Me, Sherri, Martin, Li Shu.

DOMINGO, 1 DE AGOSTO DE 2010

2010-08-01T08:15:00.000-07:00

Diretamente do blog do meu cunhado.

Vila São João: um retrato de DonaLu

Caros leitores, esse é o meu primeiro curta. Um filme simples feito com muito amor. Amor da equipe, da DonaLu e de todos que contribuíram para a construção da Vila e da praça.
Um lugar belo, mágico, especial.

Assista o filme no YouTube.
O Teaser de maio.
O Teaser de julho.

Se quiser ver fotos da produção ou ler o diário, clique aqui.
Se quiser saber o que motivou sua realização, clique aqui.

Duas anotações que tirei do diário:
Fazer um filme é uma longa viagem.
Escreve-se o roteiro, matéria prima da pré-produção, que viabiliza as filmagens, começo da edição.
No fim, depois de montado, é matéria bruta mais uma vez.
É finalizado, pintado, equalizado. Acabado e vendido.
Pra voar por si só.
A edição parece ser o coração do filme, onde verdadeiramente se opera a linguagem cinematográfica. Junta-se sons e imagens, acordes e planos, é a costura final da história. Onde diferentes linguagens se fundem formando um todo único e novo.

Equipe artística:
Adriana Tabacniks.
Ceramista e amiga de DonaLu.
Trabalhou na produção e conduziu a entrevista.
Taïs Reganelli.
Cantora e compositora.
Emprestou as músicas do álbum "Antes que a canção acabe". Se vc gostou, compre o CD na Livraria Cultura.
Juliana Hilal.
Fotógrafa.
Contribuiu com as fotos da praça e da casa de DonaLu.

Equipe técnica:
Flávia Melo: co-produtora.
Rodolfo Silva: operador de microfone.
Fernanda Romero: assistente de set.

Sat. 07/31/2010. RWO5.

2010-08-01T08:10:00.000-07:00

Raleigh Wide Open

Your guide to Raleigh’s extremely entertaining extravaganza

HIGHLIGHTS AND EVENT SCHEDULE
11:00 am - Parade down Fayetteville Street
From Morgan through the City Plaza with marching bands, floats, and local celebrities!

Geoff Aaron's MotoTrials Demo
Fayetteville Street between Hargett and Morgan St. Performance times are 2:45; 5:00; 7:15

King BMX Stunt Show
Salisbury Street in front of Raleigh Convention Center. Performance times are 1:30; 3:30; 5:00

Cherry Bounce Wrestling
Hargett and Fayetteville St. Performance times are 5:15 and 7:30

Maximus Circus
City Plaza. Come see Raleigh's own stunt artists perform with light and flame.
Performances at 8 pm and 10 pm. Grand Finale kicks off the fireworks.

Flying Saucer Beer and Wine Festival - Details
Hargett and Fayetteville St. Toast downtown with regional and international microbrews as well as fine wines.

Art Raleigh
In front of the Raleigh Convention Center. A festival inside a festival! Sample the best art hat the city and state have to offer. Produced by Artsplosure. 11am-6pm
Art GalleriesRaleigh Convention Center Lobby. Mini exhibitions from several premier area galleries and live theater and musical performances.

Carolina Hurricanes Alley
Martin and Wilmington St. The Hurricanes Promotions Staff will be on-hand with interactive games, Stormy, the Eye Care Associates Storm Squad and free posters. More surprises to be announced next week.

Kids Zone
Martin and Fayetteville St. Slides, inflatables, games for all ages.

Artisan Market
City Plaza. Downtown’s premier venue for locally produced artisan food. 10-4pm

Classic Cars
Morgan and Fayetteville Street. 6 Classic Cars line the end of Fayetteville Street.

Music Stages - Performance Schedule

Cherry Bounce Stage
Jews & Catholics 12:30-1:15pmCherry Bounce SPECIAL Guest 1:45-2:30 North Elementary 3:00-3:45Lake Inferior 4:15 – 5:00pmI Was Totally Destroying It 6:00-7:00Bomba Estereo 8:15-9:15Javelin 9:45 – 10:45pm

World Stage
Crucial Fiya (reggae) 12:15 -1:45pmShana Tucker Trio (soul) 2:15 – 3:30pmMel Melton & The Wicked Mojos (zydeco blues) 4:00pm – 5:00pmThe Barn Burners (country) 5:30 – 7:00pmOld Habits (bluegrass) 7:30 – 8:45pmRubberband (funk / hip hop covers) 9:15 – 10:45pm

Raleigh Rocks Stage
Adam Pitts and the Pseudo Cowboys 12:30 – 1:15pmWill McBride Group 1:45 – 2:30pmBig Mama E & the Cool 3:00 – 3:45pmWax Planet 4:15 – 5:00pmSleep Control 5:30 – 6:15pmAiriel Down 6:45 – 7:30pmtHE Design 8:00 – 9:00pmNigthshift 9:30 – 10:30pm

Free Spirit Stage
Kappa Xi Chapter of Kappa Alpha Psi (stepping) 12:15 to 12:30D.LIV(E) (spoken word/hip-hop) 12:45 to 1:05Schizophrenic Octopus (breakdancing) 1:30 to 2:00Sabrosa (spoken word/hip-hop) 2:15 to 2:35Krispy Kreme Donuts (eating contest) 3:00 to 3:30Spotlight Creative Studios (Bollywood Dance) 3:45 to 4:00Dasan Ahanu (spoken word) 4:15 to 4:45Lumpy’s Ice Cream (eating contest) 5:00 to 5:30

Raleigh Amphitheater
Barenaked Ladies 7:30pm
*This is a ticketed event through www.LiveNation.com. Tickets also avalable at the Amphitheater box office.

Fri - 07/30/10. 2Q10.

2010-07-30T18:20:00.000-07:00

Sad sad day...

Genworth slides on disappointing 2Q results

NEW YORK (AP) - Shares of Genworth Financial Inc. plunged Friday, a day after the insurer and financial-services company's second-quarter results widely missed Wall Street's expectations.

THE SPARK: Late Thursday, Genworth said its second-quarter income totaled $42 million, or 8 cents per share, compared with a loss of $50 million, or 11 cents per share, in the year-ago period. On an adjusted basis, net operating income was 24 cents a share. That fell short of the Wall Street consensus estimate of 28 cents per share, according to an analyst poll by Thomson Reuters.

THE BIG PICTURE: Genworth's insurance business, especially its mortgage insurance division, was hit hard over the last year and a half by investment losses due to deteriorating financial conditions and a slumping housing market. The outlook has improved, but a 45 percent decline in life insurance income during the second quarter spooked investors.

Mortgage-insurance policies cover losses when borrowers default and lenders are unable to recover their losses.

SHARE ACTION: Shares of the Richmond, Va., company fell $2.21, or 14 percent, to close at $13.58 Friday. The stock has ranged from $6.45 to $19.36 over the past year.

07/29/2010. Thursday. Brazilians.

2010-07-30T18:13:00.000-07:00

Karlla has some Brazilian friends that have been living here for years and years. E brasileiro que é brasileiro junta brasileiro pra comer pizza com catupiry, tomar guaraná e dar risada até o restaurante fechar... mesmo em Raleigh.

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E brasileiro fica jogando papo pro ar parado na frente do carro até a chuva chegar.
E não vai pra casa tão cedo. Brasileiro dá um pulinho no bar de Raleigh onde as equipes oficiais de queimada usando camisetas coloridas vão jogar beer pong e flip cup toda quinta feira após o campeonato. E conversa e fofoca e fala de sonhos e arrependimentos. E vai buscar o marido de muleta que estava assistindo campeonato de wrestling na casa do outro amigo. E deixa a brasileira de Boston em casa com um abraço apertado e um sorriso no rosto. Saudade dos amigos que me conhecem há mais de alguns meses.

Wed. 07/28/2010. Alone.

2010-07-30T18:03:00.000-07:00

Kelli is gone...
It is just Bailey and I!
The house is quiet.
Tranquil.
My finger hurts.

7-27-2010. Tue. Saudade.

2010-07-28T16:43:00.003-07:00

São Paulo por Washington Olivetto

Alguns dos meus queridos amigos cariocas têm mania de achar São Paulo parecida com Nova York. Discordo deles. Só acha São Paulo parecida com Nova York quem não conhece bem a cidade. Ou melhor, quem a conhece superficialmente e imagina que São Paulo seja apenas uma imensa Rua Oscar Freire.

Na verdade, o grande fascínio de São Paulo é parecer-se com muitas cidades ao mesmo tempo e, por isso mesmo, não se parecer com nenhuma.

São Paulo, entre muitas outras parecenças, se parece com Paris no Largo do Arouche, Salvador na Estação do Brás, Tóquio na Liberdade, Roma ao lado do Teatro Municipal, Munique em Santo Amaro , Lisboa no Pari, com o Soho londrino na Vila Madalena e com a pernambucana Olinda na Freguesia do Ó.

São Paulo é um somatório de qualidades e defeitos, alegrias e tristezas, festejos e tragédias. Tem hotéis de luxo, como o Fasano, o Emiliano e o L’Hotel, mas também tem gente dormindo embaixo das pontes. Tem o deslumbrante pôr-do-sol do Alto de Pinheiros e a exuberante vegetação da Cantareira, mas também tem o ar mais poluído do país.

Promove shows dos Rolling Stones e do U2, mas também promove acidentes como o da cratera do metrô e o do avião da TAM em Congonhas.

São Paulo é sempre surpreendente. Um grupo de meia dúzia de paulistanos significa um italiano, um japonês, um baiano, um chinês, um curitibano e um alemão.

São Paulo é realmente curiosa. Por exemplo: têm diversos grandes times de futebol, sendo que um deles leva o nome da própria cidade e recebeu o apelido ‘o mais querido’. Mas, na verdade, o maior e o mais querido é o Corinthians, que tem nome inglês, fica perto da Portuguesa e foi fundado por italianos, igualzinho ao seu inimigo de estimação, o Palmeiras.

São Paulo nasceu dos santos padres jesuítas, em 1554, mas chegou a 2007 tendo como celebridade o permissivo Oscar Maroni, do afamado Bahamas.

São Paulo já foi chamada de ‘o túmulo do samba’ por Vinicius de Moraes, coisa que Adoniran Barbosa, Paulo Vanzolini e Germano Mathias provaram não ser verdade, e, apesar da deselegância discreta de suas meninas, corretamente constatada por Caetano Veloso, produziu chiques, como Dener Pamplona de Abreu e Gloria Kalil.

Em São Paulo se faz pizzas melhores que as de Nápoles, sushis melhores que os de Tóquio, lagareiras melhores que as de Lisboa e pastéis de feira melhores que os de Paris, até porque em Paris não existem pastéis, muito menos os de feira.

Em alguns momentos, São Paulo se acha o máximo, em outros um horror. Nenhum lugar do planeta é tão maniqueísta.

São Paulo teve o bom senso de imitar os botequins cariocas, e agora são os cariocas que andam imitando as suas imitações paulistanas. São Paulo teve o mau senso de ser a primeira cidade brasileira a importar a CowParade, uma colonizada e pavorosa manifestação de subarte urbana, e agora o Rio faz o mesmo. São Paulo se poluiu visualmente com a CowParade, mas se despoluiu com o Projeto Cidade Limpa. Agora tem de começar urgentemente a despoluir o Tietê para valer, coisa que os ingleses já provaram ser perfeitamente possível com o Tâmisa. Mesmo despoluindo o Tietê, mantendo a cidade limpa, purificando o ar, organizando o mobiliário urbano, regulamentando os projetos arquitetônicos, diminuindo as invasões sonoras e melhorando o tráfego, São Paulo jamais será uma cidade belíssima.

Porque a beleza de São Paulo não é fruto da mamãe natureza, é fruto do trabalho do homem.

Reside, principalmente, nas inúmeras oportunidades que a cidade oferece, no clima de excitação permanente, na mescla de raças e classes sociais.

São Paulo é a cidade em que a democratização da beleza, fenômeno gerado pela miscigenação, melhor se manifesta.

São Paulo é uma cidade em que o corpo e as mãos do homem trabalharam direitinho, coisa que se reconhece observando as meninas que circulam pelas ruas.

E se confirma analisando obras como o Pátio do Colégio (local de fundação da cidade), a Estação da Luz (onde hoje fica o Museu da Língua Portuguesa), o Mosteiro de São Bento, a Oca, no Parque do Ibirapuera, o Terraço Itália, a Avenida Paulista, o Sesc Pompéia, o palacete Vila Penteado, o Masp, o Memorial da América Latina, a Santa Casa de Misericórdia, a Pinacoteca e mais uma infinidade de lugares desta cidade que não pode parar, até porque tem mais carros do que estacionamentos.

São Paulo não é geograficamente linda, não tem mares azuis, areias brancas nem montanhas recortadas. Nossa surfista mais famosa é a Bruna, e nossos alpinistas, na maioria, são sociais.

Mas, mesmo se levarmos o julgamento para o quesito das belezas naturais, São Paulo se dá mundialmente muito bem por uma razão tecnicamente comprovada.

Entre as maiores cidades do mundo, como Tóquio, Nova York e Cidade do México, em matéria de proximidade da beleza, São Paulo é, disparado, a melhor.

Porque é a única que fica a apenas 45 minutos de vôo do Rio de Janeiro. O mais importante é que com essa distância nenhuma bala perdida pode alcançar São Paulo!

(Washington Olivetto é paulista, paulistano e publicitário).

Monday. 07.26. Hospital.

2010-07-26T19:16:00.000-07:00

I got a new splinter for my finger.
It is blue.
Should have chosen the green one.
I can move my hand and the other fingers, but the broken one has to remain still.
For three more weeks.
I saw the screw in the X-Ray.
It is long.
This sucks.

ao cair da noite, uma surpresa agradavel.
toda a felicidade do mundo a estas duas almas que eu amo.

Sun. 07.25.10 Mellow.

2010-07-26T19:13:00.000-07:00

Mellow mushroom is where the day starts.

On the kitchen floor is where it ends.

Sat. 07/24. Aurora.

2010-07-26T19:08:00.000-07:00

It is hot.
Kel and I go to the pool.
It is hot.
The water is hot.
The breeze is hot.
Kathleen comes over.
We chat.
We shower.
We get ready.
Adrianne comes over.
We go to Scott and Jeff.
Pete is there.
We drink.
We talk.
Pat arrives.
We leave.
We go to Mirage.
Aurora's birthday.
We dance.
We drink.
It is hot.
We leave.
We take Kathleen home.
We sleep.
It is hot.

Friday. 07/23. Scott.

2010-07-26T19:04:00.000-07:00

Out of 30 people that I met in Raleigh, 17 of them are called Scott.

Tonight Nicole and I are going to Scott's new apartment for pizza and diet coke.

And for the first time I met a group of people from Raleigh. Born in Raleigh. Raised in Raleigh. Or about an hour away. Yup, they do exist. Regular people that drink beer and say silly things. Nothing much interesting.

07/22. Thur. Finger.

2010-07-26T18:44:00.000-07:00

Still can't move my finger.

Still can't put my hand down.

Still hurts.

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...Kikando Pelas Ruas do Mundo...

Reveillon 2012

...aula de biologia ao vivo...

Beer after sport 'is good for the body'

India Travel Recommendations

My first book! :)

Securitization of Real Estate Receivables in Brazil: Assessing the Feasibility of a Secondary Market [Paperback]

Editorial Reviews

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About the Author

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Campos do Jordão

2 de agosto de 2011

...a message that made my day...

So, what do you want to do?

As coisas boas da vida...

Perfect day (three days in fact) in San Francisco

Poemas Que Encontrei Por Aqui...

Se eu pudesse

9th Latin American Leadership Forum

Infância

CG/LA promove fórum de infraestrutura

Para quem ficar por aqui

Salada de Classe Média

9o Fórum Latino-Americano de Liderança em Infraestrutura

Securitization “à la Brésilienne”

Conhecimento.

Serendipity.

My favorite bday message.

Social Animal

CJE

Água.

In a Farm House in Central Square.

My horoscope knows that I have a thesis to write. In a week.

Happiness

Aquarius, Friday, 31 December 2010

Manual do Jovem Empreendedor

Detroit

Some Rules and Hints For Students

If you had 8 hours in Istanbul...

Januarians | Solemates

...it all started two years ago..

~:**Reception for Mid-Year Graduates**:~

Gifts & Gin + Tonic.

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Don’t work. Avoid telling the truth. Be hated. Love someone.

Halloween.

From a friend.

Forget BRIC, It's Time For CIVETS

Colombian and Venezuelan Affairs

Calvin Klein Inc.

João e Investimento Programado - Souza Barros

Burkina & Brazil

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 15:23:14 -0300

2004. Ilha de Marajó...

Seg. Filtro Solar.

Anime-se. Sunday. Sep 26.

Set 19. Sun. Januarians.

Formatura IE 99 - Homenagem aos amigos.

Março 2004. Formatura Economia-Unicamp.

3 de fevereiro de 2004. Viagem pro Rio...

OBX. Sun. Aug 22.

Aug 21. Sat. JJ.

Friday. Aug 20th. Bye Bye Kika.

thu. Aug 19. ?

Wed. Aug 18. South.

Dia-a-dia. Tue. Aug 17, 2010.

08.16.2010. Bojangles'. Monday.

Sun. Aug 15. Backyard.

Sat. 08-14-2010. Durham.

Fri. 08/13/2010. School.

Thu. Aug 12. Fire drill.

Wed. Aug/11. 3i Brazil

Tue. Aug 10. Bossless.

Monday - Aug 9 - Last

08/07/2010 - Sunday - R-Line

Sat - August 7 - Boating!

Friday. Aug 06/ 2010. Day-off.

thu. Aug-5-2010. July.

Aug/4. Wed. LTC.

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