quarta-feira, 31 de julho de 2013

terça-feira, 30 de julho de 2013

Concerto de Hoje

Miguel Gonçalves

Esse cromo....Estou a falar do "idealista revolucionário de Braga".
Não me vou alongar sobre a personagem que é no mínimo caricata. Desde que ele foi pago para dar umas palestras aqui na empresa que ele tem sido usado como chacota todo o santo dia, toda a santa hora. Ele e as suas sábias palavras. 
Aqui fica o link com as suas frases preferidas para serem usadas no dia-a-dia.


Ahhh.. Se quiserem ver uma palestra do homem é só juntar estas frases de forma mais ou menos aleatória e têm uma palestra de uma horita...

segunda-feira, 29 de julho de 2013

Concerto de Hoje

O "Nosso" desGoverno


Durante dois anos não se conseguiu atingir uma meta, nem acertar uma previsão. Nem consolidação orçamental, nem reforma do Estado, nem reformas estruturais, nem austeridade nos sítios certos. Mas tivemos desemprego, recessão, emigração e impostos com fartura.
Tão verdade!!!!!

BE

O Bloco de Esquerda anda a perder tudo de bom que lhe resta. Depois de ter perdido a Joana Amaral Dias...

...vai perder a Ana Drago, pelo menos da bancada parlamentar.
Resta-me perguntar o que é que fica a sobrar no Bloco de Esquerda?! É que fora estas duas atracções visuais, não vejo lá nada que se aproveite, podem fechar portas!

domingo, 28 de julho de 2013

Concerto de Hoje

Back Home

Para o Baby D

sábado, 27 de julho de 2013

sexta-feira, 26 de julho de 2013

Concerto de Hoje

É Caso Para Dizer....."Do Caralho"!!!!

Que Boss!!!
 

Tainted love

A Senhora devia passar à próxima fase do concurso. A arte do varão não é para qualquer uma...

quinta-feira, 25 de julho de 2013

1000!


E antes que o mister FM me expulse definitivamente deste espaço, aqui estou eu para marcar a publicação do post número 1000! Mil! M-I-L!

Parabéns a nós FM e a toda a malta fixe que ao longo destes anos nos aturam os devaneios, as maluqueiras, e as loucuras. 
Eu juro, eu prometo que vou fazer "trinta por uma linha" para voltar a escrever posts tão bons e tão inspirados como, por exemplo, o meu primeiro post neste mundo que é o Time to Spend e que é a blogosfera em geral!

Atentem à profundidade da coisa: Primeiro post da ML de todo o sempre!

[Que saudades, do tempo em que eu tinha tempo...]

terça-feira, 23 de julho de 2013

segunda-feira, 22 de julho de 2013

Concerto de Hoje

Como Diz o Meu Sogro....

Por mim os dentistas acabavam na falência....

Não é que hoje, sem perceber bem o porquê o gajo, por acaso é portista logo é boa pessoa, resolveu dar-me uma dose para cavalo de anestesia, que estive desde as 09:00 até agorinha a babar-me que nem um velho ao ver uma catraia... Consegui babar-me mais do que o meu filho!!! E olhem que não é fácil!
Os meus colegas chegaram a perguntar se tinha tido um AVC.



Catraia  - Não sei se o termo é aqui da invicta, mas quer dizer Menina, Moça...

Raios Partam o Feedly!!!

O feedly é estranho e obriga-me a passar por situações...embaraçosas. No meu feedly tenho uma pasta com blogs... de gajas. Nada de pornográfico, mas tipo "E Deus Criou a Mulher" e outros do género. Quem frequenta esses blogs sabe que normalmente as fotografias que lá aparecem têm muita pouca roupa incluída.
Acontece que o estúpido do feedly, quando marco uma pasta como toda lida, salta para a seguinte sem eu lhe mandar...ora aqui na empresa não dá muito jeito que essas fotos sejam mostradas assim no meu PC, sem eu mandar.

O Que Aqueles bois Andam a Fazer ao País


domingo, 21 de julho de 2013

sábado, 20 de julho de 2013

sexta-feira, 19 de julho de 2013

Não Se Faz!!!

As Fotos que a Heidi Klum anda a colocar no instagram e twitter....

Concerto de Hoje

Sweet Baby Jesus, Hank is Going to Hell

Hoje relembrei ao falar com colegas esta brilhante cena de televisão!!! 

quinta-feira, 18 de julho de 2013

quarta-feira, 17 de julho de 2013

Concerto de Hoje

Concerto de Hoje

Que Capa É Esta?

Mas alguém está interessado no buraco da Ministra?! Se ainda fosse algo de jeito...

segunda-feira, 15 de julho de 2013

Princesa: 'You've got to find what you love'


"I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much."

sábado, 13 de julho de 2013

sexta-feira, 12 de julho de 2013

quarta-feira, 10 de julho de 2013

segunda-feira, 8 de julho de 2013

Ainda Sou do Tempo

Em que a ML punha aqui muita foto da Ana Beatriz Barros e da Adriana Lima... oh oh!!!

Outra Vez Segunda-feira!!!!

Como a Princesa ML já disse e eu também, este fim de semana fomos ao cinema. Aliás, este fim de semana vi dois filmes, o que é coisa para lá de rara nos últimos tempos. 
Fomos ver ao cinema o "Before Midnight" e vi em casa no domingo à noite o "Fast and Furious 6". O primeiro era um filme que queria muito ver. O segundo foi um daqueles filmes bom para desligar o cérebro e ficar no sofá a ver acção, muito pouco realista, mas que deu para entreter com os efeitos especiais. É o que dá não haver futebol para ver :-)

Before Midnight é o terceiro filme da saga do Jesse e Celine. Acho que a ML fez um retrato perfeito do filme, e das nossas expectativas em relação a ele. Eu e a ML passamos o filme a dizer um ao outro "Vês?! Não sou só eu a pensar assim" ou "Pareces tu...". 
Mas a frase mais acertada de todo o filme é quando a personagem de Ethan Hawke diz que a única altura em que somos realmente donos de nós mesmos e independentes é quando saímos de casa dos nossos pais e antes de casarmos ou irmos viver com alguém. Eu vivi sozinho...acho que 4 anos. Acho que todos deveriam viver uma fase dessas, deveriam viver sozinhos, mas realmente sozinhos. Sem namoradas nem namorados, pelo menos fixos :-) É uma experiência de vida fantástica. É o mais perto que se pode chegar da liberdade completa. Eu nessa fase fazia literalmente o que queria da minha vida. Claro que já trabalhava e trabalhava que nem um cão, tinha as minhas responsabilidades, mas na minha casa, naquele meu espaço eu era o rei e ninguém questionava as minhas decisões. A não ser quando dei alojamento a um gato selvagem...aí tive uns problemas com esse inquilino.
Não me estou a queixar da minha vida actual. Muito pelo contrário. Eu estou muito feliz com o meu relacionamento e com a minha vida, mas acho que toda gente deveria passar por essa experiência. Cresce-se muito. Mas também é preciso muito cuidado...a independência a mais torna os relacionamentos futuros muito mais difíceis. Habituamos-nos a essa independência e não é tão fácil ceder o nosso espaço novamente. 

sábado, 6 de julho de 2013

Cinema

Finalmente viemos ao cinema.. Baby D ficou com a avó

Almoço Maravilha

D Vai à Piscina

sexta-feira, 5 de julho de 2013

Falem a Sério...

Sempre me ensinaram a não brincar com as crenças dos outros. Por isso acho isto demasiado irónico e provocatório....vá ridículo. O Vale e Azevedo nomeado  sacristão?! Mas está tudo louco??? O Homem que enganou meio mundo e ainda conta enganar o resto do mundo?! Cuidado com a caixa das esmolas, parece que o estou a ver a desviar o dinheiro. 
Quer dizer, anda o Vaticano atrás de corruptos e aldrabões e "estão a contratar" aldrabões já catedráticos...
Eu até acho que o homem tem sofrido bastante, não demasiado. Acho que o país e a nossa triste justiça realmente tem um comportamento com ele que não têm com outros como ele (valentins, felgueiras e outros isaltinos). Não é com ele que a justiça se porta mal, mas sim com os outros que andam cá fora ou estando lá dentro brincam com este país. O Vale deve ter chateado quem não devia... 
Mas agora está tudo resolvido, ele vai encontrar a salvação.



Fresquinho

quinta-feira, 4 de julho de 2013

Boas Noticias

"Beber um copo de quase meio litro de cerveja diariamente melhora o fluxo sanguíneo. A conclusão é de um estudo feio pela Universidade de Harokopio, em Atenas, publicado pelo "Daily Mail". A ingestão de cerveja é benéfica para a saúde porque as artérias tornam-se mais flexíveis algumas horas depois da ingestão da bebida. Na pesquisa, os investigadores verificaram que após a ingestão de 0,4 litros de cerveja o fluxo sanguíneo, dirigido ao coração, era em maior quantidade do que no caso das bebidas não alcoólicas. O estudo foi realizado com 17 homens não fumadores, entre os 20 e os 30 anos."

Um estudo super credível com 17 homens...não 17 mil, mas 17!!!

How I Saw The Cidade Invicta

terça-feira, 2 de julho de 2013

Espaço


segunda-feira, 1 de julho de 2013

Boa Semana

O aspecto do Raul Meireles e a sua esposa é no mínimo excêntrico.