Ten Years After

In the beginning, ten years ago, it was the “Hello Guys”, a form very close to “Hello World” which was an expression very frequently used for testing scripts, for example on Perl. Those were my first steps in the blogs’ world, with just a little knowledge of the WordPress platform and not much more knowledge of PHP, a super language I wouldn’t ever exchange with Active Server Pages, ASP, or the old and dear Perl[1].

This blog

What´s better today in this blog? Much better web hosting[2]. Much better web design. Much better English language. Much better WordPress platform[3]. Many more and much better plugins for WordPress which I list here below and to what’s authors I’d like to thank their effort to keep them alive[4]:

  1. Akismet v3.1.1
  2. All In One SEO Pack v2.2.6
  3. Allow PHP in Posts and Pages v3.0.4
  4. Better-Wiki-Link v1.7.5
  5. Bluehost Affiliator v1.0.2
  6. Change Memory Limit v1.0
  7. Facebook v1.5.5
  8. Fast Secure Contact Form v4.0.33
  9. FD Footnotes v1.31
  10. Include It v1.1.9
  11. Include Me v1.1.1
  12. Jetpack by WordPress.com v3.4.1
  13. JW Player 6 Plugin for WordPress v2.1.10
  14. Like 2 Unlock v4.1.6
  15. Maintenance Mode v5.4
  16. Peter’s Login Redirect v2.8.2
  17. PHP Text Widget v1.0.8
  18. Register Plus Redux v4.1.2
  19. Sidebar Login v2.7.1
  20. WP-Mail-SMTP v0.9.5
  21. WP Page Numbers v0.5
  22. WP Photo Album Plus v5.5.5
  23. WP Render Blogroll Links v2.1.8
  24. WP Wall v1.7.3

What about what hasn’t changed in this blog? The number of readers per day. It is about the same, meaning, practically none[5]. The number of contributors. There’s precisely no contributors at all. The earnings with advertising. I would die of hunger if I were waiting for earnings from this blog to buy food. The author. Just ten years older, still the same jackass…

This is just another blog in the blogosphere! From Porto, to the World. This blog is already too big to let it go down and disappear like it never have existed. This blog is already a major and relevant part of my life…

May the gods be with Roaming, free the speech

  1. Perl is no longer much used in web design as before but it is still the language used to support the homemade web radio, nRP, a fancy component of Roaming, free the speech
  2. Nowadays assured by Bluehost.com, in US.
  3. Version 4.1.1 over PHP version 5.2.17, as of writing of this post.
  4. You may click the plugin name to be redirected to the respective plugin’s site, if it still exists.
  5. If the hit counter used here below, in the footer of this webpage, were a trusty thing, I could say that this website sucks! A simple calculation based on the number supplied by the hit counter, would put this blog in the list of the less visited ones in the world: a shameful quantity of 5 (five) unique visitors per day!

Velhos Tempos

Suddenly I knew that you’d have to go, your world was not mine, your eyes told me so. Yet it was there I felt the crossroads of time and I wondered why.

The old ways are lost…

by Loreena McKennitt
“Old Ways”, in Nights from the Alhambra(live), © 2007
Subtitles in Portuguese by Zé Barbosa[1].
Video clip with original front photo from our gallery.
  1. SRT subtitles file created with the freeware and open source editor Subtitles Edit which you can download here.

Today’s Thought

We all feel sad, we all feel happy, we all get drunk…
May the gods be with you…

Gradual Choking

Once in a while I find myself thinking about decisions. The taken ones. The not taken ones. The ones other might have taken. Good. Bad. Simply designed with that perfection that only distance can provide. Those “If I were you…” are charming! Always…

Slight wanderings through a past full of everything and nothing. A tenuous indecision here and there. Standing still is not an option! Come on in… Through an open door probably that not much visibly opened. Doubts! From? The usual. Or might not be. Her? Him? Both, maybe? Truths disturb. Courage is an ideal. Courages are more the thing. Little courages.

And then questions arise again. And again… Doubts fly around heads. Those fears braking desires. The past is not to return. Again the past! The very same that has built the present and always has challenged the future. The many futures, one after the other, till present. And cracks desires. And dim smiles. So dim-witted they turn to be. So many farses need to happen and obstinately prevail as normality. It is hard for logic to prevail over emotion. It is hard for logic and emotion become a symphony. But it worked before! Shall it work again?

Long walks on the beach. The cold wind from North as usual. The blue or the green, the gray or the pallid yellow. The waves coming and going. Like birds in their normal cycle of life. The sounds of persistent seagulls. The images coming and going. The memories of a life which persists on appearing to be a non-sense. The friends. Mothers and brothers. Fathers and sisters. Children… Trees dying standing. Dead parts of live trees.

Video created by ClaudioDiGiampa.
Over soundtrack by Jesse Cook, “Breathing Below Surface”.

I am about to quit. Too many things playing against. No much time for reaction. For strategy definition. For breathing deep, in and out. No passion. No fever. No more burning blood flooding the brain. No smile on a light and smoothy contoured face. No more long hairs floating to the taste of the wind. No more walks at the beach under the solely sound of the ocean. No more vibrations. No more sleepless nights happily waiting for the daylight…

No passion, just choking out…

April 25th, Forever

A special day[1]. A beautiful memory. Again and we are still free. What a great day…

Here below? A good test for people learning Portuguese language. In this special day, try a translation down here. Good luck !!

  1. 1974, April 25th, Carnation Revolution.

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Jesus in Black -part 2

“A couple of millenniums ago the world was anxiously waiting for Jesus, The Savior. A couple of weeks ago, USA were expecting anxiously for Barack, The Savior. Poor him!”

That was the way I started six years ago a post named “Jesus in Black” by the time Mr. Barack Obama was elected the first African-American president of the United States. “African-American”, you see? Keep it in mind, please, cause I intend to get back to it. Meanwhile, Earth rotates every day, not only around its own axis but around Sun as well. No wonder why we get back from times to times to the same point where we already have been at some point in our past. Meaning, Obama defeated Hillary Rodham Clinton in 2008, in the domestic run to a place as a Democratic candidate to the presidency of USA, but there she is again, now as a candidate to the presidency itself.

The political regime in USA is something very USA style! Natural enemies of Communism, north-Americans invented a system with `right` and `left` wings too but assuring that `left` has nothing to do with Communism or Socialism. How could it have? Has anybody forgotten the McCarthyism era in USA, by 50’s first half, when communist American citizens were chased just like in Europe witches and political opposers were chased by Holy Inquisition in centuries XII and XIII? Definitely not! Nobody in his perfect mind can forget such pathetic and cruel behavior, no matter if we are talking about McCarthyism, Nazism or Inquisition. If on one hand Americans claim to be a civilized, fair and democratic people, on the other they should never forget stuff like McCarthyism or American Civil War, mainly before they intend to talk about atrocities in other countries…

Speaking of American Civil War, let’s now get back to the designation African-American. At a first sight, African-American means really nothing! What the hell does African-American mean? Means apartheid. Yes, just that, apartheid or, if you prefer, racism at it upmost basic state. Yes, basic like basic were the first men and women in the history of human kind. Yes, basic like “Me white, you not. No-whites are shit. Shit smells. Shit is to be apart”. Being so, African-Americans are people born in USA, under all circumstances and theories are American citizens but a kind of citizens with the bad luck of have been born with a brown colored skin. Just like Obama, the first African-American president of USA but with much less luck…

The designation itself, African-American, is pure racism. And that, Obama was not able to get rid of during his almost eight years of mandate[1]. What will we remember then from his eight years of existence as the most powerful man in the world? Actually, not much. Besides the decision pointing to the Americans troops withdrawal from Iraq in 2011 and the subtil efforts to improve relations with Cuba, Obama will be remembered as a soft African-American president who didn’t much more than just keep the boat sailing in high-seas without much disturbance for the passengers. Said the other way around, he was not able to end or at least easing the old and persistent American racism[2] and he was not able to put an end to the poverty and misery of millions of Americans who the American government doesn’t want “to see” and, even more important, doesn’t want them to be seen[3].

Hilary Clinton may not use the same fallible slogan “Yes, we can!” as Obama did in his presidential campaign but she will for sure use something at the same level of the very racist “Make me the first black president in the history of US” phrase of Obama. She will be and is already using the very sexist “Make me the first female president in the history of US” phrase. Time will tell us if, case she wins, women in USA will better after her than before. Because, black people or, African-Americans, in USA are not better today than they were six years ago, Mr President…

May the gods be with all colors…

  1. Actually his mandate just ends in January 2017.
  2. Easily proved by the events in the last days involving the police and “African-Americans”.
  3. Mainly by the eyes of other countries to whom USA presents itself as a place of total happiness and equal opportunities.

Ain’t Talkin’

As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden
The wounded flowers were dangling from the vines
I was passing by yon cool and crystal fountain
Someone hit me from behind

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Through this weary world of woe
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
No one on earth would ever know

They say prayer has the power to help
So pray from the mother
In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell
I’m trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others
But oh, mother, things ain’t going well

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
I’ll burn that bridge before you can cross
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
They’ll be no mercy for you once you’ve lost

Now I’m all worn down by weepin’
My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry
If I catch my opponents ever sleepin’
I’ll just slaughter them where they lie

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Through the world mysterious and vague
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Walking through the cities of the plague

The whole world is filled with speculation
The whole wide world which people say is round
They will tear your mind away from contemplation
They will jump on your misfortune when you’re down

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Eatin’ hog-eyed grease in hog-eyed town
Heart burnin’ – still yearnin’
Someday you’ll be glad to have me around

They will crush you with wealth and power
Every waking moment you could crack
I’ll make the most of one last extra hour
I’ll avenge my father’s death then I’ll step back

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Hand me down my walkin’ cane
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Got to get you out of my miserable brain

All my loyal and much-loved companions
They approve of me and share my code
I practice a faith that’s been long abandoned
Ain’t no altars on this long and lonesome road

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
My mule is sick, my horse is blind
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Thinkin’ ‘bout that gal I left behind

It’s bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying
Fame and honor never seem to fade
The fire’s gone out but the light is never dying
Who says I can’t get heavenly aid?

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Carrying a dead man’s shield
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Walkin’ with a toothache in my heel

The suffering is unending
Every nook and cranny has its tears
I’m not playing, I’m not pretending
I’m not nursing any superfluous fears

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Walkin’ ever since the other night
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
Walkin’ ‘til I’m clean out of sight

As I walked out in the mystic garden
On a hot summer day, hot summer lawn
Excuse me, ma’am I beg your pardon
There’s no one here, the gardener is gone

Ain’t talkin’, just walkin’
Up the road around the bend
Heart burnin’, still yearnin’
In the last outback, at the world’s end

From Bob Dylan website