Pitchbending

BlogEntry newentry = new BlogEntry();
newentry.Title = "Pitchbending";
newentry.Text = "I must breathe C#, I must eat C#\n";
newentry.Text += "I must drink C#, I must dream of C#\n";
newentry.Text += "And for me, about less than a few weeks ago,\n";
newentry.Text += "C# was just one semitone higher than C,\n";
newentry.Text += "But I think it's probably many octaves higher! .)";
Blog gatw = Blogger.Blogs["Gui Against The World!"];
gatw.Post(newentry);
return void;

Dressed to Kill

During my whole life I always wore jeans and t-shirts. Even during the harshest winters or the melting summer days, I was there, donning my (old) funky t-shirts and my (fully-patched) jeans. And it seemed I would endure until the end of my days wearing them.

Probably, it was something related to my former convictions, since in my head, sporting expensive clothes was a means of ostentating luxury and trying to impress people visually rather than by other means.

But then, I saw the other side of the coin. In this modern world we are living, everything happens so fast that it starts to get superficial... and in places where having connections has a stronger weight than being generally competent, that is even more true! (OK, this last sentence doesn't fit well here, but I SO needed to say it!)

Then, even against my own will, circumstances forced me to totally renew my wardrobe. T-shirts out, Shirts in. Tracksuit out, Business Suit in. Sneakers out, Oxford shoes in. I never bought so many clothes in a single day, I must admit I felt really guilty at first even though the individual pieces of cloth were not exactly expensive.

But then I started wearing them on a semi-daily basis, and it seemed the whole world was changing for me. Store salesmen/women started to service me better (although I still refuse to be called "Sir"), I started attracting looks from girls on the street (although I still don't know if it's awe or fear, probably the latter) and it seems I'm having an easier time making myself heard.

But well, they're only clothes... nothing more than clothes. I might be wearing suits, but I'm still riding buses, still eating instant noodles and still not complaining I don't have free time.

中々分かりませんですよ！

私は２年前から日本語を勉強していますが、まだ何も分かりません。だから、私は大へんあほんだらかもしれません。
先生は「あなたはいい学生んです、いっしょけんめい勉強すると、早く上手になります。」と言いました。時々、私はみなさんがばかいるとおもいます...

2:48 am

I hear people chanting. I hear my mom using the washing machine. I hear my brother playing Dragon Ball Z: Sparking NEO!. I hear car horns. I hear loud music. I hear the wind and the rain.

That's why I prefer sleeping during the day.

Que Caribe que nada!

Eu nunca fui um grande leitor de livros, realmente não me lembro de ter lido nenhum livro que não seja didático, técnico, de receitas ou de RPG nestes últimos 2 anos. Mas em compensação, eu sempre fui um devorador de revistas, guardo pilhas e pilhas de revistas antiquíssimas, algumas com valor sentimental extremamente elevado, outras por sua relevância histórica, ou pelo simples prazer de abri-las e ver como era a vida em 1989 (ou qualquer outro ano a partir daquele).

Mas a minha verdadeira paixão são as histórias em quadrinhos, embora em cada fase da vida elas tenham vindo num formato diferente. Primeiro, foram Disney e Turma da Mônica, depois, Marvel e DC, já neste milênio vieram os mangás, e agora, tirinhas!!

E dentre estas tiras, a que me mantém sem vida social no momento é a fantástica "Piratas do Tietê", do Laerte. Certas vezes, me faz lembrar de "Hagar, o Horrível", outra das minhas favoritas, pelo fato de ambas serem críticas do modo de vida atual, utilizando-se de elementos metafóricos, como piratas e vikings. Mas as semelhanças param por aí, enquanto que Hagar era um saqueador bobão de bom coração, o Capitão é simplesmente malvado, cruel e tudo o de ruim que se pode imaginar nesse mundo!!

Enfim, recomendo a todos que leiam os Piratas. Senão tiver no jornal, acessem o site oficial, ou melhor ainda: procurem pelos livros de bolso da série, eles foram lançados no começo desse ano pela editora L&PM, de Porto Alegre, e podem ser achados em qualquer livraria decente e até mesmo no Wal-Mart/Bompreço/Big/Nacional, seja lá o nome que ele tiver aí por vossas plagas.

We were a happy family!

Thanks to external pressure, my inability to read Traditional Chinese and my own stupidity, I ended up killing about 80 people and a few dogs and cats tonight.

But they were no actual living beings, just characters from that The Sims 2 game thingy, but I'll still miss them. I saw them being born, learning to walk, going to college, marry, having kids, turning old, becoming lunatic scientists, eating grilled cheese, dying, being ressurected, turned into vampires and a lot more.

I send my condolences to the Nagy, Sem-Braço, Patitas, Frolund, Pepino, Choi, Šimić, Seminova, Goldenarrow, Tchê, Furreca, Sakurai and Bisco families, you will be missed.

The most ironic part of it was that I was already planning to restart the game again. I really hate when somebody messes with my plans, even if the outcome is the same!