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Mr. Power Point

The art of well power pointing in any corporation is three quarters of the way to a well succeeded career. Investment on MS Power Point (advanced) has therefore a guaranteed return. However, learning is not all. Is mandatory to own already the natural skill…

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The Mr. PowerPoint executives are as much necessary in big organizations as the “piano carriers”. Both brains and muscles working in a symphonic harmony are the foundations for a solid corporation.

Just a micro and soft opinion from an amateur…

Sweet potato…

Vegetarian…

Sweet potato (unpeeled), tomato, cucumber[1], salt, black pepper, garlic, oregano, Portuguese olive oil[2] and Portuguese white wine vinegar[3].

Sweet potato

This picture is a ZB original.

Try it with poisoned-beer[4], an invention of mine.
Bon appetit…

  1. Also know as “cukes”.
  2. Said “azeite” in Portuguese language.
  3. Human intelligence does these things: there’s liquids called “vinegar” but not made of wine. So I must be very much specific about what I used.
  4. Glad to give recipe upon request.

Oh What A World Of Pretenders

While Nicolás Maduro tries to reach the poll-position for the world race of odd characters, where Kim Jong-un and Donald Trump are standing for long, the world keeps being populated by normal people pretending to love what they do daily.

I don’t like what I’m doing, in every day of my life. I’m bored. Saturated. Getting a new nausea for every very same scene I see everyday. The same faces. The same smiles. The same laughs. The same truths, The same lies. The same news. The same humor. The same pain. The same joy. And I am pretending…

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Pretending pays. It’s very often the only way to go if we want to keep us live and, preferrably, minimally happy.
Oh what a world of pretenders we’re living in…

Crossing the 58th constellation…

Just starting. A bitter taste in the mouth. No glory. No hope. No light seen. No illusion, nor disillusion. The contemplation of what could have been done. Expected to be done. But not done. The look of losers. The expectations down there, too deep for my taste. A bitter taste in the mouth…

Crossing an empty universe. Full of little nothings. Sterile nothings. Endless universe. No light seen. Vacuum filling the tiny spaces full of nothings. Where are the stars? Constellation without stars is not a constellation. Or maybe is an empty constellation. Seeking stars for the constellation. Walking, no talking. No faith, no beliefs, no nothing. An empty space full of nothing. Almost. Very much almost…

“I was born a while after my parents decided to make it happen and since then I am surviving. I no longer see time ahead to become one of the powerful man in the world but that won’t make me get dimmed off. After all these years, as I have not been able to find my soul, I am now pretty sure I won’t live forever. But what I am living since I was born has been an enriching conjunction of yesses and nos, ups and downs, lefts and rights, flips and flops, zeros and ones, departures and arrivals.”

I was born with dignity. Need to die with dignity. A must, not an option. Crossing the 58th. Just starting. Towards glory…

Sine Die

Is the normal behavior of many human beings. Going, living, seeing, thinking without a deadline. Commitment is a heavy word for a bunch of people. Might, maybe, “we never know”, “who knows?” are very much frequently used words. And the Portuguese are not exclusive owners of this behavior. Oh no, I have seen much worse people all over…

The Portuguese expression “obra de Santa Engrácia[1]” points to the “sine die[2]” behavior. We have an expression for it, we are a little bit lazy, yes I agree, but “siesta” is not our daily practice and things may happen slow but they happen. In some other countries, same things don’t even start or if they start, everybody already knows they will never end. On the other side, northern European countries for instance, things happen very fast on the basis of a very high stressy life. Stress may kill and that brings me to an interesting question: do we really have to do everything in our life in a hurry?

Capitalism wants us to be good and fast. Faster means more goods in less time. More goods in less time means more money in less time. More money in less time means more power to generate more goods in less time. And so on, and so on, and so on until we break and that power replaces us very fast by someone else younger and full of energy to be part of the mechanism called… capitalism. Is that what we call happiness?

“Sine Die” is no part of my preferences. I rather don’t start anything than start it for nothing. I rather start something knowing the deadline. Work for achieving it. Fight for it. Yeah, I’m a son of a bitch for the fans of Saint Engratia’s works but I’m happy being like so. Yeah, that’s right, I also don’t have many friends for being like so…

As an exception, I wish my death could be “sine die”…

  1. Saint Engratia’s works, in English (see Church of Santa Engrácia). The expression exists due to an odd fact in Portuguese history: a church dedicated to Saint Engratia which construction started in year 1568 and ended only 350 years later.
  2. Latin expression meaning endless or unkown deadline.

May Pedrógão Grande be a lesson…

My condolences !!

Fire kills

Huge fire in Portugal kills more than 60…

May all these victims in a huge fire in Pedrogão Grande at least turn to be a lesson for all of us in Portugal…