loose ends

i am you; in slow-motion.

red dot: time spent.

it doesn’t matter if it doesn’t exist.
if it’s completely made up.
if it’s a figment of your and mine imagination.
if it’s a lie.
if it’s make-believe.
if it’s only on film.

i still want it.

the act of opening a tab you had loaded in the background and asking yourself what the hell it is.
how you ended up there.
what site could possibly have linked to this.

happens at least once a day it seems.

whenever somebody says you have great potential,
hit them back.

it is an insult.
a way to remark your stupidity.
to claim you are slow.
and unwilling to do greatness.
a lazy fuck.
somebody who should know better.

having great potential means you are not good.
that perhaps, somehow, you could be better.
but you’re not.

having great potential means you carry a mountain beside you,
but can’t actually do anything with it.

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potential is what you feel at night cringing,
remembering you are not doing great things,
with your life.

because blogging lyrics is easier than writing insightful (+5) posts.

this is just the beginning.

You’ll never live like common people
You’ll never do what ever common people do
You’ll never fail like common people
You’ll never watch your life slide out of view

And then dance, and drink, and screw
Because there’s nothing else to do

* the capacity to be alone
* the ability to not do anything

it’s probably time to talk to somebody.

tomorrow will be better.
tomorrow i will find the time.
tomorrow i will have the inspiration.
tomorrow we will meet up.
tomorrow i will write the rest.
tomorrow i will read.
tomorrow we will find the time we need.
tomorrow we will catch up.
tomorrow i will finish off all of these loose ends.

If “web 2.0″ was user interaction,
“web 3.0″ will be about user location.

(The nomenclature sucks, but that doesn’t matter)

Frame taken from the new Futurama movie. Can anyone smarter than me please explain the joke? : )

the ability to confront a problem. and fix it. even if you don’t know how.
that’s our difference, you & i.

it’s june. fuck.

Quando lhe contei sobre as críticas favoráveis e contrárias ao filme em Cannes, incluindo a da Folha, ele imediatamente lembrou e recontou aquela historinha do velho que vem puxando um burro montado por uma criança. Um passante vê aquilo e acha absurdo a criança estar montada enquanto um velho caminha, então eles invertem a posição. Outro passante cruza com o grupo e reclama da situação: “Como um adulto deixa uma criança a pé enquanto vai confortavelmente montado?”.

Então, os dois montam no burro, mas alguém acha aquilo uma crueldade com um animal tão pequeno.
Finalmente, resolvem ambos carregar o burro nas costas, até que outro passante observa como são estúpidos por carregar o animal. E, enfim, o velho decide voltar para a primeira situação e parar de dar importância ao que dizem. “É isso que faço sempre”, concluiu o escritor.

Fernando Meirelles na Folha.

dica da marisa