Saturday, December 28, 2013


In this season there are lots of people travelling around the world, usually for celebrations, gatherings, or new work opportunities;  In my opinion home is a concept for your comfort place, whether its tangible or not. Wherever you geographically are, your thoughts will be and remain with you (at least up to the moment :) ). Sometimes you feel the need to share this same thoughts to anyone, some other just to your closest ones; maybe also you need to change paradigms, and look for what your were, if that makes you happy, or to get back to your roots whether if they are materialized near a group of persons (family or not) or enjoying the silence and your thoughts. Its some sort of personal reengineering where you get your own machine more efficient in that such  NTP (ptn) conditions...  (remembered Sheryl Crow with " if it makes you happy..." and Depeche Mode "enjoy the silence" ).

Friday, December 27, 2013


Much has been said and written about digital info and data content share and its use. Nowadays we are most closely to a big and worldwide reality show. Everyone is using major data, seeing his target profit. No naive thought about this issue, is just the way is all being addressed by the big players. Is general population nothing more than just mere sitting ducks? Is all taken to the point where the matter is how much you worth by your collected data? Of course information as a price, but what i am talking about is the way and means this same information is collected and finally used. Can you name now a step in your life where data collection isn't done? I can't.  Lets take a very small example. You go to work, take your car, stop in a gas station, and there you are in a screen controlled by someone (of course for security reasons); But the real doubts start precisely after the image being processed/recorded and archived. The image can collect your behaviour for a certain socio study easily transformed in the stats useful to be sold (of course without your permission) for any marketing company, gov etc. In  the way to work you have to pass in tolls (peĆ”ge) imagine that your car plate is being checked each time a car passes the toll, what represents the amount of info collected from the drivers: where they go, at each time of the day etc etc who would benefit with such info..... and goes on..... and i didn't mention yet anything about cellular phones, or computers, net..... So what to do ... well, our own info must be worth something for someone .... and i would like to collect my bucks ......!

Tuesday, December 24, 2013


Once there was this young boy, that lived here and there, most about in social institutions of a big city, but it actually liked to be outside watching traffic jams, counting cars, figure people behaviour,  watching neon lights, big wall advertisements, hanging out with its palls, making some pranks or bullying at school.
Very soon his round big green eyes allowed him to become aware of the surroundings, but hated the winter season, because he was always looking to find new ways to get warmer, but his skinny type body wouldn´t permit such comfort with so much lack of clothing, so he thought to be in constant move, which meant always in some kind of trouble. Most of the times his actions were based on self amusement i.e. "just for fun";
In snowing days, when he skipped to classes, he liked to be at the park climbing some of the not so small trees, throwing some "snow gifts" (so he called) to the crossing by foreigners (yes, he and the gang had a code for that: throwing snow balls to locals was forbidden, unless of..... having done it...).
It happened that one of the days, some old lady has crossed they're sightview, the same old lady that they're used to know when passing under her window behind some translucent white lace curtain.
The sun was fading away and the silence of the park was interrupted time to time by some cold breeze and some people jogging.  With all their weaponry set and ready to "fire", they've waited the right moment to strike, and unlikely, because of their code, one of them thought and murmured that the end of the day was somehow near and probably that was their best chance to get a fine target, but the young boy tried to refrain them, up to the moment that one of the other sent is snow gift to the poor lady. She was wearing a wood cap, dark scarf over a long light jacket, hardly handling two plastic bags , when she fell on the floor triggered by the gang hit, so she dropped the bags spilling every thing of the content, while prostrated in the snow floor, hoarsely, called for help. Silenced in the trees, the youngsters remained freezed, not only by the dropping temperatures, but also for the situation itself, when suddenly noticed two persons that seemed to go on rescue but unlikely they intercepted the old lady grabbing her with violence and demanding  her money ... the kids couldn't believe what they're watching, so two of them jumped of the tree and ran away, the young boy stood alone and with a mix of controversial feelings, started to yell as throwing some more snow balls at the two men; With that kid intromission and noise the men runned from there and got away, leaving the old lady frozen, crying , no one more came for help despite the so much fuss. The young boy jumped of the tree, and nervously walked towards the lady and arriving asked if she was ok? Visibly scared she urged to instantly cower herself ; The told her to not be afraid so the bad were gone, and he was there now and would help her; And so he did. First he helped her to seat, and cleaned  some of the snow in her hands face and clothing; eventually, his smile made her feel more calm and yet with difficult breathing she murmured a thanks for his action. After the young boy insistence, she accepted his help to raise up and and walker at home. During his walk, was just thinking how the hell he put himself in that situation and how would leave it; there was no way back, he felt guilty as never before and didn't understand why, watching behind his back he saw his two friends peeking.
Finally they got to the old lady's home, an old mansion in middle of the big city; She have invited him for a cup of tea since it was cold and would like to thank him for his gesture; After some long hesitation he entered that big door, and after he slammed the door a grey cat appeared from the long dark and tall corridor; He took of his sort of wrecked gloves. He was invited to go to the main room where there was already a generous fireplace and a big couch and dozens of books. She served the tea in a small table near the couch and the brown wood seats, where the boy waited. He was just amazed with  size of the house with paintings and the books and written papers, spreaded all over.
While pouring the mint tea, she commented that she used to see him crossing her window for some time and like to hear the gangs laughs, which were very inspiring for her ideas, so he concluded that she were a writer.
He asked if she would write about that park episode, at what she observed with some perhaps but had not yet decided what the subject be... if it was about some crooks that tried to steal her or about a skinny boy and his gang that attacked her with snow balls and after regrets and guilts help and old lady and after that modified his all life, helping others and especially that old lady that would be pleased to help him and educated till his manhood or until he fed up with it and follow his own path.
The young boy cried at the old lady arms hopping that the guilt just fade, the only ones that seemed to ever transmit some affection up to the moment. He promised to stick with her ever. And he did. The years crossed fast as the universe laws permitted and the boy became a fine adult business man, keeping the old lady promise, the same old lady that had already left the world the mansion the crying boy, but raised a fine person and changed the world, their world. Now was his time too, to change anyone else's world. And so he did.

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all

May this season bring everyone more bright thoughts and that such thoughts are translated in good for all. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all.

Thursday, December 12, 2013


In the days that "everything counts in large amounts", what a nice prize for a word of the year "SELFIE"; I thought that human ego couldn't grow more... but how far I was/ am of the truth; I suppose that human ego is directly proportional to universe expansion within its own entropic behaviour. To me SELFIE represents the peak of our own isolation driven by technological evolution but at the same time a call for exacerbated attention. The "I" has made an hostile take over of the "We", and human kind seems to be in line with that. So what are the main concerns here? Does society rings a bell? Well a "new" society trend would be.... individual networking society, where everyone follow its own path but has to link somehow to others even if they don't mean nothing as a real physical connection. Some would say "what for"? Answer: Balance. Balanced societies scarce and individualism took place as never before... selfie is one more definition of it. Did this has something to do with Obama et al? Sure, It just gave me the topic for this post... :)

Friday, December 6, 2013


In these days where raw models are lacking or scarce, one more has left this earth. Most of the newspapers refer to Mandela as being dead, but actually it is my opinion that should be written that he lives. He lives in his spirit, testimony of humbleness, fight for freedom, union, sense of mission and commitment for peace, hence a messenger in his journey in a troubled society and world;  Can you name at the present moment another living example of a person that fought for freedom and union of persons? Personally I hardly can't.
Much things are being said, so i'll try to stick to my own perception of MADIBA (Nelson Mandela). First real impression that I've had was during his release back in 1990. I thought "what kind of a person stays arrested for its true cause for so many time?". An idealist and inspired person would do that (i now say). So many persons (leaders with society and world responsibilities or simply the citizen itself)  should put the eyes on this human heritage and spread it in their actions around the globe. Everyone can make the difference. Peace, union and freedom are worth to fight about. Thank you Nelson Mandela.