<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027</id><updated>2012-01-13T16:48:31.985Z</updated><category term='superioridade'/><category term='confiança'/><category term='humildade'/><category term='arrogância'/><title type='text'>Filosofia Farofa</title><subtitle type='html'>about a trip where the the first stop is somewhere in between, and the destiny is the journey itself.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-2343478386567866902</id><published>2011-12-26T01:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-26T01:38:15.921Z</updated><title type='text'>Da certeza.</title><content type='html'>Quantas mais incertezas tenho na vida mais possibilidades vejo.&lt;br /&gt;Certezas são sentenças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z35knJrnBg0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-2343478386567866902?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/2343478386567866902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=2343478386567866902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2343478386567866902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2343478386567866902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2011/12/da-certeza.html' title='Da certeza.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Z35knJrnBg0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-5833791017267030893</id><published>2011-12-20T14:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-20T14:41:43.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Anticipated future</title><content type='html'>In our minds the future holds no place.&lt;br /&gt;There is an illusion of the present, a memory of the past, and an anticipated future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The illusion of the present is the closest we have to real experience and there's where we live mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memory of the past is linear to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Future is nothing more than anticipated future; a projection of what might happen based on past experience, so really not much accurate as it is limited to what already happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future is therefore only constructed with unexpected consequences from the present. Fear of a lack of control is for that reason the best way to never achieve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dLr7H7A_egQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-5833791017267030893?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/5833791017267030893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=5833791017267030893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5833791017267030893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-6372316837683361244</id><published>2011-12-05T05:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T05:36:00.817Z</updated><title type='text'>imagética de referencia.</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlpQMvHoFCk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-6372316837683361244?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/6372316837683361244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=6372316837683361244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6372316837683361244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6372316837683361244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2011/12/imagetica-de-referencia.html' title='imagética de referencia.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-505565230732188855</id><published>2011-02-28T01:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-16T02:55:12.856Z</updated><title type='text'>6 seconds.</title><content type='html'>there are 6 seconds between decision and conscious awereness. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Biv_8xjj8E&amp;feature=related"&gt;( check here after m50, BBC Horizon - The Secret You)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a scary though as it practically re-defines free will as we know. Are we mere spectators in a movie that goes by in our subconscious? Is our body an autonomous mechanism where every action is decided in the past and we really have no control of our decisions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm consciently waiting for an answer, six seconds at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u5CVsCnxyXg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-505565230732188855?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/505565230732188855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=505565230732188855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/505565230732188855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/505565230732188855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2011/02/6-seconds.html' title='6 seconds.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/u5CVsCnxyXg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-3899417493815092426</id><published>2010-10-28T13:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:43:49.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope is poison.</title><content type='html'>Hope is a recipe for inaction. Don't hope for anything, either do something about it or suck it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-3899417493815092426?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/3899417493815092426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=3899417493815092426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3899417493815092426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3899417493815092426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/10/hope-is-poison.html' title='Hope is poison.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-6918963862752588030</id><published>2010-10-28T13:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:38:24.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>life suckingness</title><content type='html'>Empowerment is the best antidote for life suckingness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-6918963862752588030?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/6918963862752588030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=6918963862752588030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6918963862752588030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6918963862752588030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/10/life-suckingness.html' title='life suckingness'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-6426007083941593984</id><published>2010-10-07T14:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:26:37.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what?</title><content type='html'>I've loved many times. Some girls choose to ignore, some didn't even know, but  loving them had nothing to do with them. Love's always a projection of oneself, and something that stays forever within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone will ever go as far as one loves life, as loving is the same as living.&lt;br /&gt;I love too much, and I live in love with living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-6426007083941593984?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/6426007083941593984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=6426007083941593984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6426007083941593984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6426007083941593984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/10/guess-what.html' title='Guess what?'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1940147309797416894</id><published>2010-09-25T01:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T01:13:23.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>between determinism and serendipity ...</title><content type='html'>After getting used to improve in every occasion I have, a certain intolerance for the average starts building up. You discover that people you can learn from are less and less common, and nobody really shakes your world anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Uncertainty has never been greater in my life, and even like that I accomplished something&lt;a href="http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/11/master-plan.html"&gt; I predicted 2 years ago&lt;/a&gt;. My business started in middle 2010 a little by chance and not really planned. but as I had predicted. Funny balance between determinism and serendipity ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aAdtUDaBfRA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aAdtUDaBfRA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-1940147309797416894?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/1940147309797416894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=1940147309797416894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1940147309797416894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1940147309797416894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/09/between-determinism-and-serendipity.html' title='between determinism and serendipity ...'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-3588747877948167613</id><published>2010-08-18T11:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T02:49:30.438Z</updated><title type='text'>A misleading notion of leadership.</title><content type='html'>In a salsa class, between a male beginner and a female teacher, who leads the dance? &lt;br /&gt;More and more I've been pushed to lead. In life, work and fun, people expect others to lead them. Its easier, more practical, and you can chose not to be leaded if someone else is doing it for you. No commitment.  But then, being forced to lead, is a form of being lead as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate leading is being responsible for our own future, taking decisions in our hands and risking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no school for leading. There's only just doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="155"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_s9mLPIYzA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_s9mLPIYzA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="155"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-3588747877948167613?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/3588747877948167613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=3588747877948167613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3588747877948167613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3588747877948167613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/08/misleading-notion-of-leadership.html' title='A misleading notion of leadership.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-7382993223016607914</id><published>2010-08-15T04:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T04:19:30.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>on awesomeness</title><content type='html'>Awesome is hard to archive, and awesome is rare. &lt;br /&gt;The problem with awesome  is that once you get there, everything around you becomes average. &lt;br /&gt;And awesome doesn't go with average.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-7382993223016607914?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/7382993223016607914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>time management</title><content type='html'>time management is not about self discipline, its about motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep passionate about something and you'll have all the time in the world to "work" on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No such a thing as I dont have time to do something, there's only I rather be doing something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="780" height="440"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AwUdMi8HFck&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AwUdMi8HFck&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="780" height="440"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-4222488621343166925?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/4222488621343166925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=4222488621343166925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4222488621343166925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4222488621343166925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-management.html' title='time management'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-499763769660030687</id><published>2010-05-08T23:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T00:26:15.052+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I should not think.</title><content type='html'>Our body behaves in ways that are clearly out of our own command. We partially assist our own actions as spectators while trying to gain control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two instances in a single object.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is neither new or original. We define "self" by our physical body, by our conscience by memories and thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entropy increases when we start formulating meta-hypothesis and arguing against logic using logic itself. But nature is minimalist therefore such behavior should have an utility even if its not clear at first instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that I think too much, which is true. But as true as it is, I never found no one who would show me the advantages of non-thinking. Actually I say that when someone gets to do it, he will do exactly the contrary of what he's advocating because he will be arguing, and for that he had to think a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-499763769660030687?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/499763769660030687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=499763769660030687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/499763769660030687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/499763769660030687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-think-i-should-not-think.html' title='I think I should not think.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1407225301077474658</id><published>2010-05-05T11:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T11:41:20.908+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The time delusion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;they say that time changes things. but actually it's by changing things that we create the notion of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="780" height="440"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/INn1C6ImJKg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/INn1C6ImJKg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="780" height="440"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-1407225301077474658?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/1407225301077474658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=1407225301077474658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1407225301077474658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1407225301077474658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-delusion.html' title='The time delusion.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-6767766905979147727</id><published>2010-05-02T17:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T17:35:41.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The down side of the up side.</title><content type='html'>Two ways to be on the upside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.1 hard work.&lt;br /&gt;.2 luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After setting up with the spirit of a warrior you built the tools that got you on the upside, but once "there" you have a whole bunch of tools that are now useless.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As you took an enormous amount of time building those tools and the human being is loss adverse, you will simply not accept to lay them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result: you keep struggling ad infinitum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-6767766905979147727?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/6767766905979147727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=6767766905979147727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6767766905979147727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6767766905979147727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/05/down-side-of-up-side.html' title='The down side of the up side.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-6306000821344404354</id><published>2010-05-02T03:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:24:57.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto chama se o que? falhar com F grande.</title><content type='html'>Não faz o menor sentido a reflexão.&lt;br /&gt;Não faz o menor sentido a escrita.&lt;br /&gt;Também não faz o menor sentido a racionalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriscas constantemente e constantemente és recompensado pelo risco. Muito bem, faz pouco sentido mas não questionas muito porque afinal não queres pensar muito nisso e é preferível aproveitar calado. &lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado no único factor em que tens todas as probabilidades a teu favor, sabes as regras do jogo, tas a anos luz dos teus adversários directos, e tens provas dadas de competência e eficácia, a derrota é astronómica e sentes todo o peso do mundo sob os teus pés. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Correr uma maratona é fácil, viajar à lua é igualmente fácil. Dificil é aceitar que o que deveria algo provável é um evento praticamente fora do alcance, e o improvavel é super simples de atingir.&lt;br /&gt;Não percebo porque tenho absolutamente todos os valores invertidos, há mais alguém por ai assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez aceito a derrota, abaixo os braços e retiro a equipa do campo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Grr7cOc8pzg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Grr7cOc8pzg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-6306000821344404354?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/6306000821344404354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=6306000821344404354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6306000821344404354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6306000821344404354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/05/isto-chama-se-o-que-falhar-com-f-grande.html' title='Isto chama se o que? falhar com F grande.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-7038660815727164063</id><published>2010-04-24T20:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T20:08:00.269+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As pessoas não percebem que um amor perfeito não é uma propriedade extrínseca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teima se em se auto-desresponsabilizar quando se fala de amor. &lt;br /&gt;Gosto dela porque... blá blá e continua se assim. Está mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, em primeiro lugar gosta se de alguem, e não há necessáriamente um motivo para isso. Em segundo, o motivo não é o outro, mas eu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu gosto, é porque um número X de propriedades do meu "self" se alinham de forma a que de estalo eu passo a sentir qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que há amores perfeitos, homens perfeitos, situações perfeitas. Tudo tem a ver com a forma como nós nos relacionamos com esses conceitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar alguém não depende desse alguém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-7038660815727164063?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/7038660815727164063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=7038660815727164063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/7038660815727164063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/7038660815727164063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-pessoas-nao-percebem-que-um-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-8952383287048016602</id><published>2010-04-11T23:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:24:22.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.simple</title><content type='html'>os problemas e as incertezas são iguais pra toda a gente.&lt;br /&gt;A diferença entre uns e outros está na preparação e no risco que cada um toma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-8952383287048016602?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/8952383287048016602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=8952383287048016602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/8952383287048016602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/8952383287048016602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple.html' title='.simple'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-5127260380291127380</id><published>2010-03-27T23:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:29:01.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'>9h manha de Brasília</title><content type='html'>O mundo tem muitas pessoas. Racionalmente faz sentido extrapolar a realidade dos outros e tentar compreender a nossa com essa operação. No entanto racionalmente não faz sentido quando não havendo nenhum motivo essa realidade não nos "toca".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando o mundo racionalmente prova ser irracional estamos perante um problema de posicionamento acerca de qual dos lados nos devemos basear. Racionalmente e através de logica é possível encontrar motivos para o irracional e místico fazer sentido. Isto por outro lado não faz nenhum sentido. &lt;br /&gt;Vive se uma constante batalha entre dois lados que se estranham por serem o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Puxar uma corda pelas duas pontas é um enorme esforco que se traduz em nada, e a metáfora é a que melhor encontro pra descrever esta problemática. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que podemos em paz de espírito adoptar o racional e o místico ao mesmo tempo? Não é a verdade -una- segundo a sua própria definição?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JlWFpdPX45g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JlWFpdPX45g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-5127260380291127380?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/5127260380291127380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=5127260380291127380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5127260380291127380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5127260380291127380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/03/9h-manha-de-brasilia.html' title='9h manha de Brasília'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-8224521959308513788</id><published>2010-03-19T20:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T21:21:24.285Z</updated><title type='text'>choose between a or b</title><content type='html'>Dave: If I tell you have A, B, or C, but you can only choose betwen A and B. &lt;br /&gt;I could say yes you are free to choose between a or b&lt;br /&gt;but you aren't really free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: on the other side if you don't restrict my possibilities and you give me an infinite number of choices, I'll be even less free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave: why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: because if I have infinite choices, I can't choose anything at all due to a lack of capacity to evaluate them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is, I'll have to limit the number of choices myself to be able to pick one, and so we are back to the same conceptual status of your 3 choices A and B minus C, restricted freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do we really experience freedom, or we only have some kind of perception of freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeVTzPkqKeo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TeVTzPkqKeo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-8224521959308513788?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/8224521959308513788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=8224521959308513788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/8224521959308513788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/8224521959308513788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/03/choose-between-or-b.html' title='choose between a or b'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-4160768301162292538</id><published>2010-02-14T21:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T22:55:55.114Z</updated><title type='text'>entre arte e ciência</title><content type='html'>Vivemos num mundo cientifico em que as pessoas pensam de modo artistico. &lt;br /&gt;Crenças, certezas absolutas, coisas infundadas. Tudo vale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao nao ter significado a vida nos dá uma liberdade fantástica. É por não haver guidelines que podemos colorir como queremos. &lt;br /&gt;A vida é um fim em si mesmo. como a arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HlTsA8RjpA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HlTsA8RjpA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-4160768301162292538?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/4160768301162292538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=4160768301162292538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4160768301162292538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4160768301162292538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/02/entre-arte-e-ciencia.html' title='entre arte e ciência'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-3680652250012111166</id><published>2010-02-14T21:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:54:56.159Z</updated><title type='text'>contra o minimalismo.</title><content type='html'>Qual é a grande mais valia do minimalismo e do simples?&lt;br /&gt;Less is more, simples é eficaz; estamos imersos num mundo em que o minimalismo é uma qualidade à priori, tal premissa aceite todos sem questionamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano como máquina cerebral tem muita dificuldade de lidar com uma multiplitud de elementos, a mente dispersa-se, distrai se, e por isso aquilo que é minimal tem mais probabilidade de ser compreendido e absorvido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roupas, amores, conceitos; é por incompetência que gostamos do que é simples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a07LlJrDQJA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a07LlJrDQJA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-3680652250012111166?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/3680652250012111166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=3680652250012111166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3680652250012111166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3680652250012111166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/02/contra-o-minimalismo.html' title='contra o minimalismo.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1421283214074173336</id><published>2010-02-11T02:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T02:53:00.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Paradoxo nihilista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-1421283214074173336?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/1421283214074173336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=1421283214074173336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1421283214074173336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1421283214074173336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/02/paradoxo-nihilista.html' title='Paradoxo nihilista'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-2978938872206286813</id><published>2010-01-31T12:47:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:13:49.707Z</updated><title type='text'>hey you!</title><content type='html'>faz precisamente um ano que escrevi isto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/01/aujourdhui-est-le-jour.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e não fazia a menor ideia do que me ia acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;O passo parecia maior do que a distancia da perna (que eu pensava ter). Aprendi em um ano que podemos ser aquilo que quisermos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em um ano: &lt;br /&gt;-encontrei um emprego em que estou super contente (embora já tenha planos de que seja temporário até eu ter o meu próprio business) &lt;br /&gt;-fiz amigos,&lt;br /&gt;-acabei o meu mestrado&lt;br /&gt;-encontrei uma cidade que me faz sentir em casa, e que passei a chamar home. &lt;br /&gt;-ultrapassei em definitivo uma questão antiga&lt;br /&gt;-explorei quase até ao limite a minha capacidade de aquisição de competências&lt;br /&gt;-aprendi a falar francês.&lt;br /&gt;-troquei de asa&lt;br /&gt;-fui aceite para voar na liga suíça de parapente (equivalente a pedalar ao lado do lance armstrong..)&lt;br /&gt;-tornei me completamente autónomo&lt;br /&gt;-fui a londres, bruxelas, amsterdam, passei por varias cidades em franca, e fui 3x a lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;-passei a ter uma vida care free, focada em me especializar e melhorar as minhas qualidades.&lt;br /&gt;-nao há virtualmente problemas. E os que vão aparecendo são do estilo "o meu carro não pega, tem de ser rebocado." chato, mas muito pequeno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa quase estranha, de quem eu nada sei e que teve uma janela pra visualizar a minha vida de uma ponta a outra disse me "you'll be ok, dont worry." E foi das coisas mais simples e que mais gostei de ouvir neste ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida tem a dimensão que lhe queremos dar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com poucas perspectivas à um ano atrás, hoje posso dizer que este foi o melhor ano da minha vida. Vale a pena saltar num abismo e construir as asas pelo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ykSZMaZl2fY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ykSZMaZl2fY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-2978938872206286813?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/2978938872206286813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=2978938872206286813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2978938872206286813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2978938872206286813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-you.html' title='hey you!'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-2439598379424703217</id><published>2009-12-02T03:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T03:37:00.488Z</updated><title type='text'>sobre a ambiguidade e o antagonismo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-2439598379424703217?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/2439598379424703217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=2439598379424703217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2439598379424703217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2439598379424703217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/12/sobre-ambiguidade-e-o-antagonismo.html' title='sobre a ambiguidade e o antagonismo.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-2892804537111757014</id><published>2009-10-27T19:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:46:41.553Z</updated><title type='text'>Sponge philosophy 2</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, while discussing with a screen writing teacher, I remembered something I read somewhere. The statement was simply "focus on learning the things that do not change" As people who know me know, I have this strong sense about the temporality of the things around us, &lt;a href="http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/03/revolutionary-road-p2.html#links"&gt;Everything is temporary&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Therefore how can we focus in learning what doesn't change if everything changes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, somethings change less than others, or slower let's say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My philosophy in relation to work, life and love, is to get across as many domains as I can, and don't get too specialized in any, unless it happens by accident. The thing that changes the least in life is our ability to learn new things, the ability to adapt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adaptation is really important, its how we created God; a slow evolution based on adaptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6461269&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6461269&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/6461269"&gt;Summer in the city&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/kinesth"&gt;Kinesthesia&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-2892804537111757014?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/2892804537111757014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=2892804537111757014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2892804537111757014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2892804537111757014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/10/sponge-philosophy-2.html' title='Sponge philosophy 2'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-3166152604109232415</id><published>2009-10-17T03:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T03:07:41.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Qualquer decisão é mais eficaz do que a inteligência.</title><content type='html'>Vou postar algo que nao fui eu que pensei, mas é absolutamente genial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não são as ideias nem as decisões que importam - interessam, mas não importam. É a convicção. É o convencimento. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Qualquer decisão é mais eficaz do que a inteligência.&lt;/span&gt; O pensamento é um luxo e um atraso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma experiência que estão sempre a repetir. Quando se remove o córtex a um bicho qualquer, ele deixa de pensar e de duvidar; de se sentir seguro ou não; de medir as oportunidades. E qual é a consequência? Torna-se imediatamente o chefe dos outros bichos. Os pensadores, no reino animal, são seguidores. Foi o que aconteceu com as pessoas com as piores ideias do século XX: Hitler, Estaline, Mao. Foram as que tiveram mais poder e mais mal fizeram. Porque não hesitavam e o nobre ser humano, hesitante, não resiste a quem não hesita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais se ouve dizer que qualquer decisão, por muito estúpida ("vou deixar crescer um bigode!"), é mais benéfica do que a dúvida mais inteligente. Na verdade, a pessoa inteligente só decide por instantes. A decisão é emitida como os talões de estacionamento. Pode (e deve) mudar a qualquer momento porque, felizmente, nunca se sabe. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Aprende-se a não saber.&lt;/span&gt; Aprende-se a viver com isso. Aprende-se a ser enganado, de vez em quando, quando se acerta nalguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuperamos de ter tido razão, naquela vez sem exemplo. Passa-nos. Esquece-nos. A convicção é convincente, mas é perigosa, por ser o contrário da inteligência e da condição humana, que é não ter bem a certeza de quase nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custa - mas assim é que é bonito."&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso, Público.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(visto no blog do PReis http://pensamentosroubados.blogspot.com/ )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-3166152604109232415?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/3166152604109232415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=3166152604109232415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3166152604109232415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3166152604109232415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/10/qualquer-decisao-e-mais-eficaz-do-que.html' title='Qualquer decisão é mais eficaz do que a inteligência.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-5791677999470350373</id><published>2009-10-17T01:46:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T23:20:25.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Colombina</title><content type='html'>Sometime ago I wrote here that we are not "tabula rasas". There is no blank state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson today is really simple: Some really basic things, &lt;b&gt;people just have to know.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes nature doesn't provide time to learn from experience or from others. Call it faith on the self if you wish, but &lt;b&gt;some answers/decisions&lt;/b&gt; just have to be innate.&lt;br /&gt;We do know that we should run if we see a predator in the jungle, but many things are equally dangerous and we don't that we should run away. Well; then you "die".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny question is, how some people know this? Or better, why some people know, and some others don't? What is the difference between them?&lt;br /&gt;Not much, as a matter of fact. Self examination would say Socrates, and that would train your subconscious in taking good decisions, fast, and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is risky, but that's just so right. You live, you risk, you get "eventually" reward if you know how to live and then you die. Could it get any sweeter?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a saying in Brazil that goes like " I will give a cow not to get in to a fight, but a herd not to get out from it". Personally I don't care much about cows but I do care about fights, and I know exactly when to get into one. How? No fucking idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XUv9Lsx5llU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XUv9Lsx5llU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-5791677999470350373?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/5791677999470350373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=5791677999470350373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5791677999470350373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5791677999470350373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/10/colombina.html' title='Colombina'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-8824023368190577463</id><published>2009-10-14T23:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:21:15.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is how it goes.</title><content type='html'>Isto é a minha metade de uma conversa com uma amiga. É naturalmente adaptavel a muitas realidades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é bem feita q te custe&lt;br /&gt; e sem arriscares, eu espero que sofras um bocado, pra ao menos aprenderes com a   experiência&lt;br /&gt; miúda, viver é um risco por si&lt;br /&gt; viver é sentir o sangue na boca&lt;br /&gt; o coração no peito&lt;br /&gt; e o precipício na beira dos pés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu não vives no passado&lt;br /&gt; vives no presente&lt;br /&gt; tudo o q fizeste até hoje não interessa nada a ninguém, muito menos pra ti&lt;br /&gt; tu vives é do que fazes agora&lt;br /&gt; do q sentes agora&lt;br /&gt; e o resto é literalmente historia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ele não interessa&lt;br /&gt; amar alguém é uma propriedade intrínseca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora: explora na totalidade o que sentes&lt;br /&gt; se te apetece fazer loucuras, a hora é esta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/83zC575opm0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/83zC575opm0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-8824023368190577463?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/8824023368190577463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=8824023368190577463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/8824023368190577463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/8824023368190577463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-how-it-goes.html' title='This is how it goes.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1203527604067307143</id><published>2009-09-19T19:11:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T02:04:05.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofia esponja</title><content type='html'>Interesso me por demasiadas coisas. Por consequencia, raramente me especializo demasiado ou entro em profundidade em determinado assunto. Sempre tive a ideia que é melhor saber um pouco de tudo, pensar um pouco sobre tudo, do que ser uma enciclopédia andante de determinada questão. Naturalmente o simétrico desta questão é segundo a definição de muita gente um defeito. (elahh, eu tenho um defeito?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por um lado eu aceito parcialmente o argumento, por outro a verdade é que eu sem querer tornei me muito, muito bom em algumas coisas quase por acaso, e ao mesmo tempo tenho outras tantas em que me tornaria igualmente bom, mas provavelmente não vou viver anos suficientes para isso acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O foco não faz parte da minha rotina. Parece me bastante mais inteligente uma filosofia de mobilidade intelectual, em que muito rapidamente é possível uma transformação num mundo em que 2 questões/situações/objectos/pessoas nunca são iguais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I'm Good I'm Very Good: But When I'm Bad I'm Better"&lt;br /&gt;May West&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIEOZCcaXzE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIEOZCcaXzE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-1203527604067307143?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/1203527604067307143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=1203527604067307143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1203527604067307143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1203527604067307143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/09/filosofia-esponja.html' title='Filosofia esponja'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-2222352044529253900</id><published>2009-07-22T21:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:23:22.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dualismo:omsilauD</title><content type='html'>Ando com sérios problemas em relação a dualismos. &lt;br /&gt;Somos educados a ver o mundo assim ou o mundo é assim porque fomos dessa forma educados?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutamente tudo de que me lembro se comporta em opostos, duos, e pares simétricos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-2222352044529253900?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/2222352044529253900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=2222352044529253900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2222352044529253900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2222352044529253900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/07/dualismoomsilaud.html' title='Dualismo:omsilauD'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-3177336350624878314</id><published>2009-07-22T21:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:20:56.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>não buscaria conforto, não juntaria dinheiro;</title><content type='html'>Uma boa parte do nosso dia é perdido em actividades de contenção de entropia. &lt;br /&gt;O mundo naturalmente tende à desordem (!..) , e coisas simples desde um escovar de dentes até ao resolver um problema matemático ou ao desenvolver uma teoria cientifica são um tributo a essa necessidade de ordem.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto do nosso tempo perdemos diàriamente em tarefas que são mais do que de simples manutenção?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, Arte, Voo, Pensamento. Quanto tempo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-3177336350624878314?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/3177336350624878314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=3177336350624878314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3177336350624878314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3177336350624878314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-buscaria-conforto-nao-juntaria.html' title='não buscaria conforto, não juntaria dinheiro;'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-4232375446023728537</id><published>2009-07-22T21:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:10:42.229+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstinação formal,</title><content type='html'>O Ser humano perde uma quantidade terrível de tempo por pura obstinação. Nem sequer é teimosia pois é algo que não requer um oposto de forma a ser contrariado, e para mais não se manifesta ao nível do consciente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passamos horas a tentar alterar um traço num desenho, a diminuir alguns segundos numa medição que ninguém mais vai fazer, ou a tentar encontrar a solução de uma questão pelo caminho "complexo1", quando o caminho "simples2" muito mais eficaz. Acontece que "complexo1" foi a nossa primeira ideia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é nenhuma novidade que o homem tem aversão a perdas. Tudo o que signifique uma perda em qualquer sentido é imediatamente confrontado com objectivo de contrariar essa tendência, basta agarrar em qualquer livro de behavioral economics que vamos encontrar este mesmo tipo de comportamento nos mais variados campos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que é de facto uma perda? Será que é algo que tínhamos e já não temos ou é efectivamente algo que nunca passou pelo espectro da nossa existência? Por definição a resposta aponta para o primeiro, mas então como podemos definir a segunda hipótese? Parece me uma perda muito maior no sentido em que não há uma valorização do individuo com uma experiência que ele nunca vivenciou ainda que por um período limitado de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nt7GCvn2MTE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Nt7GCvn2MTE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-4232375446023728537?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/4232375446023728537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=4232375446023728537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4232375446023728537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4232375446023728537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/07/obstinacao-formal.html' title='Obstinação formal,'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-3536207669985230267</id><published>2009-06-30T20:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:49:36.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O conceito de estratégia   (do 9 andar)</title><content type='html'>Uma das estratégias muitas x adoptada pelo génio humano é o positivismo pessimista. Com esta abordagem não há perdas, não há danos, e absolutamente tudo o que acontece é mais do que se espera. É uma excelente estratégia para lidar com adversidade, e funciona como controle de danos. Durante muitos anos tive esta abordagem, e funcionou muito bem sem nunca ter projectado a imagem de uma pessoa pessimista e negativa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto a estratégia deixa de funcionar quando mesmo apesar das previsões de cenários pessimistas a realidade prova que os teus modelos ficam muito aquém do que pode acontecer, e te troca por completo as voltas àquilo que tinhas previsto ser mau, acontece muitas x pior e deixa te sem um plano aonde estás confortável e sabes aonde pisar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O optimismo que parece à primeira vista um suicídio ideológico, ao mesmo tempo que uma excelente fonte de frustração torna se uma politica aliciante por alguns dos motivos que vou tentar expor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como acontece com a abordagem coragem/conservadorismo, é preciso observar o optimismo de um prisma diferente do que normalmente é visto. Optimismo não é forçar-se a estar todo o tempo feliz, não é pensar que tudo vai correr da melhor forma, e não é ser se um sonhador irresponsável, mas provavelmente tudo isto acontece como consequência de um espírito que na sua génese é optimista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimismo é acima de tudo um acto, um posicionamento generalizado perante o que não é self. Não exige esforço e não é artificial, embora não dependa inteiramente do self para o despoletar de acontecimentos que permitem que se instale de forma permanente. Alguma sorte e "coragem" fazem parte do jogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a abordagem pessimistica não resolve todos os problemas, e parece não haver um meio termo nas tendências de escolha pois tens de levar tudo a um dos dois extremos (num futuro próximo escrevo sobre a questão da bipolaridade da natureza), naturalmente que o optimismo surge não como uma opção corajosa, como a natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É facto que implica um risco muito maior, e que aparentemente vai apresentar muito mais vezes num resultado insatisfatório, mas o que tenho experenciado à já 5 meses consecutivos surpreende. O optimismo conjugado com o número de "riscos" que se toma faz aumentar incrivelmente o ratio de respostas positivas do exterior, não só em número (consequência das vezes que se aposta), mas em percentagem. É puro misticismo mas de facto quanto mais positivo, mais as coisas correm bem. Dois campos que experiencio sistematicamente o que acabei de dizer são o profissional, e o voo livre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Auto-confiança e optimismo é uma mistura bombástica e muito sedutiva para qualquer um que está à nossa volta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyaRHszKtRU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyaRHszKtRU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-3536207669985230267?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/3536207669985230267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=3536207669985230267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3536207669985230267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3536207669985230267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-conceito-de-estrategia-do-9-andar.html' title='O conceito de estratégia   (do 9 andar)'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-5896290806779769087</id><published>2009-06-13T23:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:39:42.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre risco e coragem.</title><content type='html'>A coisa mais arriscada que se pode fazer em determinado momento da nossa vida é não arriscar. Nada é permanente, tudo é uma questão de tempo. Logo que isto foi interiorizado passei a viver num estado superior à natureza., tudo à minha volta se alterou. &lt;br /&gt;      Bom ou mau não é uma propriedade inerente às coisas, é a forma como as vemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Nos últimos tempos teem sido frequentes certos comentários que oiço elogiando a minha coragem de ter vindo para Genève à aventura (qual Christopher McCandless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Pensei que finalmente era exemplo de alguma coisa que os outros gostavam de seguir (embora ninguém siga). Depois chateei me com o elogio porque só quem não conhece o processo é que pode dizer isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     A verdade é que nao há nada de coragem em todo este processo. Muito pelo contrário.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de errar, tenho medo de perder oportunidades, tenho medo de não viver tudo o que está ao meu alcance, de não ser tudo o que posso, de não fazer tudo o que a minha liberdade permite. Como tal, só havia uma coisa que eu podia ter feito. Coragem não foi vir, era ficar. Aquele que não se conhece é sempre um caminho potencialmente fantástico. Optar por ele não é mais que o uso racional da inteligência, nada de coragem nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coragem tem quem tem uma vida e não a vive. É audaz quem não se mexe, quem não arrisca, pois isso vai contra a própria natureza de um mundo que é entrópico e incógnito. E eu, eu não gosto de contrariar a natureza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0baq3WzpbCA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0baq3WzpbCA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-5896290806779769087?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/5896290806779769087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=5896290806779769087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5896290806779769087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5896290806779769087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/06/coisa-mais-arriscada-que-se-pode-fazer.html' title='Sobre risco e coragem.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-7040028711691660978</id><published>2009-06-05T22:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:47:39.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>quando o cume não é cume.</title><content type='html'>E de repente tive de reaprender a viver.&lt;br /&gt;E depois do reset é aprender tudo do zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como me comunicar em francês? Como escrever aquela linha de código numa linguagem nova? Já não bastava perceber pouco do que estou a fazer, ainda tenho de perceber pouco em francês. Tudo leva me 4x o tempo normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto subir a montanha é duro, e daí? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vista é  literalmente magnifica e a descrição do que me rodeia e do que me acontece toca os limítes do estúpido em todo o espectro positivo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando bem apesar da história pela montanha acima ser difícil, ficar no acampamento base é bem pior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rockstar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oRttF8yL77A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oRttF8yL77A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-7040028711691660978?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/7040028711691660978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=7040028711691660978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/7040028711691660978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/7040028711691660978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/06/quando-o-cume-nao-e-cume.html' title='quando o cume não é cume.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-5314535445961601554</id><published>2009-05-18T00:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:29:17.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To be Happy.</title><content type='html'>Senti um arrepio ao ouvir isto, depois me apercebebi; isto é ser-se feliz. &lt;br /&gt;Tão simples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8sJL68txcE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-8sJL68txcE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-5314535445961601554?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/5314535445961601554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=5314535445961601554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5314535445961601554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5314535445961601554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/05/be-happy.html' title='To be Happy.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-9079013414567034787</id><published>2009-05-17T23:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T23:07:55.815+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confiança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='superioridade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arrogância'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humildade'/><title type='text'>Da arrogância (O Jardineiro e a vizinha de cima)</title><content type='html'>Não percebo é porque é que ser arrogante é necessariamente mau. Humilhar um semelhante é mau, mas não percebo o que há de mau ao considerar-se superior por um qualquer motivo. Convém que de facto sejamos superiores no que pensamos ser sob pena de ganharmos o rótulo de estúpidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas é que se incomodam quando vêm alguém que se acha muito importante. Repito as pessoas -SE- incomodam, a si próprias sim.&lt;br /&gt;O condenar da arrogância é uma herança judaico-cristã que existe com o propósito de manter as pessoas humildes (tementes a deus (igreja)) portanto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humildade é bom quando se sabe pouco sobre qualquer coisa porque permite aprender(e provavelmente nunca vamos saber muito sobre coisa alguma) Por outro lado a arrogância coloca-nos num patamar de uma certa impermeabilidade ao que é considerado inferior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aliás não é nada disso. Substituam a palavra humildade por curiosidade no parágrafo anterior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu admito que sou arrogante em algumas questões, questões em que ainda nunca ninguém me conseguiu provar melhor; que eu estou errado. Até lá vou continuar a ser arrogante dessa forma.&lt;br /&gt;Embora isto, pouca gente me considera arrogante, pouca gente tem acesso a este meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra: a superioridade nada mais é que uma medida relativa. É se sempre superior a um segundo objecto na comparação. Desta forma num caso em que temos o João e o António; ambos tocam guitarra, mas o António tem mais virtuosismo embora por ser muito humilde não se considere melhor que o João. O João é um Rockstar, papa as gajas todas, não toca lá tão bem, mas como tem uma grande moral é possível que seja visto por muita gente como superior, coisa que ele mesmo se considera.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto na sua relatividade, o João é efectivamente melhor que o António. Mas não é. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um lado vivemos num mundo de imagens projectadas, em que metade daquilo que somos é a imagem que projectamos de nós (e este assunto dá pano pra mangas). Por outro efectivamente aquilo que projectamos acaba por se incorporar naquilo que somos, e passamos efectivamente a ser o que fingimos ser. Fake it ’till you make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me acho superior a uma pessoa que teve as mesmas oportunidades que eu e não aproveitou? Naturalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou superior ao meu semelhante até que me prove o contrário, e isso já aconteceu várias vezes. Normalmente é uma experiência fantástica de aprendizagem, e a pessoa que me prova errado ganha a minha amizade e admiração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A humildade é uma manifesta demonstração daquilo que nos falta.&lt;br /&gt;Todos sabemos que há um número gigante de coisas que nos faltam, mas que beneficio há em transmitir isso? Não é com a boca que se aprende, é com os ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;Arrogância é acima de tudo uma confiança absoluta em si próprio. Não vejo como isso pode ser negativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PcRDSztNJg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PcRDSztNJg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-9079013414567034787?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/9079013414567034787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=9079013414567034787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/9079013414567034787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/9079013414567034787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-percebo-e-porque-e-que-ser.html' title='Da arrogância (O Jardineiro e a vizinha de cima)'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-3875938838486360658</id><published>2009-05-07T19:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:47:19.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the relativity of imperfection</title><content type='html'>Today I was asked what my imperfections are. Needless to say I had a hard time to answer. I found after some thought that imperfection defectiveness are in the eye of the viewer. This happens to be the same as its opposite: perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to speak about imperfections one must assume the opposite as being equally true. Perfection is real as imperfection same way as there is no high without the concept of low. Happy and sad, cold and warm, sweet and sour: all concepts are relative and attached to its counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that a person often finds itself with many imperfections, and seldom being perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Why does this happens? Once again Ill bring relativity to my argument, one is imperfect when comparing to others, there's always a relative relation between 2 objects. I do not run as well as that other guy nor Im smart as a rocket scientist, I might in fact be quite stupid, but that only happens in a relative relationship between 2 components.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than comparing ourselves with others we should make a self analysis. Citing Christopher McCandless, "we should measure ourselves at least once", and through that define our own level of perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revolutionary idea here is that we are perfect sometimes, and imperfect some other times. Mostly I feel as I don't have any imperfections and that is actually true most of time, but every now and then I experience a pattern break, and that is where the limit line is defined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some I'm instable, (kind of nitroglycerin stuff) but that depends a great amount on how Im being viewed. My instability depends on how people see their own life. The way one sees others is an extention of their own way to see themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really if you want to give some though to that, how can one be stable in a completely entropic universe? My instability is much more solid being based on an rational argument like this than anyone else's stability.  If Im not sure (and there's no way to be sure) about how's life, therefore nobody else can be, therefore again everyone is, and so finally wins the one who believes more faithfully in his arguments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My instability is not so much on the chemistry domain, but more like a philosophical instability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is bad for someone, might not look like for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPZ5fnYFI4Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GPZ5fnYFI4Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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imperfection'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-2821349903455486035</id><published>2009-05-02T21:03:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:16:45.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and darkness and my side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/Sfyo_36u4LI/AAAAAAAAALc/1-ET6Q1b_vw/s1600-h/my-life-rep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/Sfyo_36u4LI/AAAAAAAAALc/1-ET6Q1b_vw/s400/my-life-rep.jpg" border="0" 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side.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/Sfyo_36u4LI/AAAAAAAAALc/1-ET6Q1b_vw/s72-c/my-life-rep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-2978902242262162214</id><published>2009-04-28T00:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:30:26.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>So many stories of where I've been.</title><content type='html'>And after an abyss, a summit to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c2a8VzsCGlc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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realidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-4242698261412842060?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/4242698261412842060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=4242698261412842060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4242698261412842060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4242698261412842060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/04/sala-de-cinema.html' title='Sala de cinema.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-5032711194547705407</id><published>2009-04-20T00:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:24:27.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I share, therefore I am.</title><content type='html'>A experiência partilhada é mais que a própria experiência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada conto acrescenta um ponto. É esta a máxima que aparentemente está em voga por todo o lado. As pessoas estão todas mais ou menos mesmerizadas com a imagem projectada dos seus semelhantes, e isto é uma prática já antiga perpetrizada por revistas, jornais e semelhantes com figuras mediáticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De facto hoje em dia com blogs, twiters e com a democratização da partilha de informação, a questão atinge píncaros em que todos tentam imitar interiormente aquilo que vêm exteriormente, ainda que esse exterior seja fabricado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grave é quando nem sequer a experiência exterior que posso notar nos que me rodeiam fascina. Será isto um indicador que as pessoas são todas desinteressantes e têm todas vidas incrivelmente aborrecidas, ou que simplesmente escrevem mal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me conhece sabe que tenho uma vida agitada, cheia de histórias e com um índice de aventura no vermelho, mas posso dizer sem pudor, a realidade ultrapassa em muito aquilo que é documentado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDlBvFJ79nc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZDlBvFJ79nc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: isto complementa, e foi o que me inspirou. &lt;br /&gt;http://www.ted.com/index.php/talks/renny_gleeson_on_antisocial_phone_tricks.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-5032711194547705407?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/5032711194547705407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=5032711194547705407' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5032711194547705407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5032711194547705407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/04/heartbeat-from-edge.html' title='I share, therefore I am.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-5100334555417189222</id><published>2009-04-12T14:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:30:54.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Indeterminancia bla bla bla.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Incorporate Indeterminacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A linguagem franca do cérebro é composta por imagens, no entanto para interpretar essa sintaxe é necessário uma linguagem verbal, composta por palavras, significados e definições. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando observamos a circularidade nas definições que encontramos na linguagem, torna se complexo firmar um determinismo, que era justamente a promessa dessas definições. Uma definição apoia se em outra para ser explanada, que por sua vez se apoia em outra, e num nível mais ou menos profundo iremos voltar a um primeiro estágio aonde encontramos a primeira definição que procurávamos esclarecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos perante portanto uma indeterminância linguística, e consequentemente uma indeterminância da lógica uma vez que esta é indissociável da linguagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em muitos casos é pointless continuar a discutir um assunto a partir de um certo ponto, mas por outro lado é fun. É de todo impossível atingir uma verdade quando se quer transmitir a mesma pra uma grande audiência por meio da linguagem. O fim da indeterminância acontece somente com um contacto directo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JBsLFNcnwGM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JBsLFNcnwGM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-5100334555417189222?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/5100334555417189222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=5100334555417189222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5100334555417189222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5100334555417189222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/04/indeterminancia-bla-bla-bla.html' title='Indeterminancia bla bla bla.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-5513583042492437945</id><published>2009-03-28T13:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:35:44.547+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaps of.</title><content type='html'>I have the fundamental believe that life is positive, so I keep doing these leaps of faith like coming to Geneva, having no Idea either if I would like it or not, quitting my job.. etc. &lt;br /&gt;It doesnt mean I get what I aim for, nor that the world is pre-determined, but hell its a sweet way to live. &lt;br /&gt;Life is too random, chances pretty slim, but trying, and be bold enough to do it is what makes-me me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZl165WDjDA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nZl165WDjDA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-5513583042492437945?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/5513583042492437945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=5513583042492437945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5513583042492437945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5513583042492437945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/03/leaps-of.html' title='Leaps of.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1667499189158690268</id><published>2009-03-27T20:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:44:05.389Z</updated><title type='text'>Waw experiences.</title><content type='html'>(or why I need extreme experiences)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dispite everybody around is claiming that they are different, Im really one in a kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then creativity is an Waw experience (hence why I got a creative profession), and I get bothered with the world every time I dont have this kind of exp in a regular basis. I often change everything around me so I can have an experience like that. I do create space to allow the world, people, things and thoughts to change me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much why I respect so much people who can really prove me wrong, and sometimes they dont even know what they are doing when they acomplish it. I do think my way is pretty much the best way thank you, and I do think actually I got quite good with what I became. Im exactly everything I ever wanted to be, but as life's not always as we want the world around me is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short to wait, and if the world cant keep pace with me, Ill just run in front of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voilá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rby2WMUSlnA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rby2WMUSlnA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-1667499189158690268?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/1667499189158690268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=1667499189158690268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1667499189158690268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1667499189158690268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/03/waw-experiences.html' title='Waw experiences.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-5836036462522408953</id><published>2009-03-25T18:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:02:33.601Z</updated><title type='text'>Da linha de montagem.</title><content type='html'>L says (0:36):&lt;br /&gt; às vezes é preciso descontruirmo-nos para voltarmos a montar as peças...&lt;br /&gt;K says (0:37):&lt;br /&gt; e as x depois que nos desconstruimos descobrimos que na verdade nunca fomos montados&lt;br /&gt; mas que somos um monte de pecas espalhadas, diferentes e que as x não montam umas nas outras, mas ainda assim formam um todo&lt;br /&gt;L says (0:51):&lt;br /&gt; o puzzle esta mesmo difícil de encaixar com esta noite&lt;br /&gt;K says (0:51):&lt;br /&gt; mas pra que encaixar L?&lt;br /&gt;L says (0:52):&lt;br /&gt; sei la eu.&lt;br /&gt;K says (0:52):&lt;br /&gt; antes de tentares encaixar seja o que for, tens de saber pra que e porque o queres fazer&lt;br /&gt;L says (0:53):&lt;br /&gt; devo ser de uma série diferente&lt;br /&gt; que o meu modelo não funciona assim...&lt;br /&gt; sei lá&lt;br /&gt;K says (0:53):&lt;br /&gt; claro que não funciona&lt;br /&gt; eu disse te isso justamente porque não há um porque nem um pra que,&lt;br /&gt; logo não faz sentido juntar as pecas&lt;br /&gt; logo não faz sentido tentar fazer sentido de nós&lt;br /&gt;L says (0:54):&lt;br /&gt; mas custa não encontrar o sentido para o sentido de nós&lt;br /&gt;K says (0:54):&lt;br /&gt; eu sei&lt;br /&gt;K says (0:54):&lt;br /&gt; mas há sempre um outro lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4UPK8TU8sAM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4UPK8TU8sAM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-5836036462522408953?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/5836036462522408953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=5836036462522408953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5836036462522408953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5836036462522408953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/03/da-linha-de-montagem.html' title='Da linha de montagem.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-4847345483054749036</id><published>2009-03-24T21:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T21:34:31.339Z</updated><title type='text'>Planos B, C, D, F, H... etc. (ou se eu fosse um marinheiro)</title><content type='html'>Acho que já tenho mais planos do que anos de vida para os concretizar. Isso é bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ofc6AHgBdt8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ofc6AHgBdt8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-4847345483054749036?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/4847345483054749036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=4847345483054749036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4847345483054749036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4847345483054749036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/03/planos-b-c-d-f-h-etc-ou-se-eu-fosse-um.html' title='Planos B, C, D, F, H... etc. (ou se eu fosse um marinheiro)'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1274699187642949772</id><published>2009-03-23T21:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:22:31.084Z</updated><title type='text'>Tour du monde ou tour de la tete</title><content type='html'>Vivo praticamente como quero, mas ainda assim procuro a mudança. A adrenalina do desconhecido e do desafio tem um sabor doce, e acho que fiquei viciado disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma viagem pela Suíça ou pela Rússia, uma volta ao mundo ou à cabeça, tudo funciona desde que seja a inclinação do instante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A troca do futuro pelo imediato é uma formula muito difícil de obter, perigosa se misturada na dosagem errada, mas é o fim de um estado de inquietude que vai trazer muitos dias de sol a quem souber apostar, e não recuar perante o bluff do ambiente circundante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rgyHqJ4U1UE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rgyHqJ4U1UE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-1274699187642949772?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/1274699187642949772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=1274699187642949772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1274699187642949772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1274699187642949772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/03/tour-du-monde-ou-tour-de-la-tete.html' title='Tour du monde ou tour de la tete'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-5361474960828384465</id><published>2009-03-18T22:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:40:48.227Z</updated><title type='text'>Revolutionary road, p2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAsfF5pt-WA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAsfF5pt-WA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais complexo do que parece à partida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes a própria armadilha é a fixação pela mudança, num quadro tão rigido que impede o conceito mais fundamental do self que procura essa mudança - A liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wheelers, nome provavelmente herdado por April de Frank quer dizer literalmente sobre rodas. April apaixonou se pela personalidade (Frank) que queria absorver, mas não terá talvez compreendido que nesse processo é impossivel uma replicação sem danos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frank, que afirma que nada é permanente, tem a capacidade de se adaptar, de abosorver a mudança, mesmo quando a mudança é uma rotina repetitiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de ambos (Frank e April) se aperceberem que de facto as regras impostas pela sociedade são ficticias, é somente Frank que conhece realmente o sabor de viver longe delas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é justamente no momento em que já não se importa mais com o desempenhar de um papel (do trabalhador dedicado) que obtem mais sucesso na sua profissão. O viver liberto dessas regras é muito sedutor tanto para as mulheres, quanto para os seus chefes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que April, Frank é capaz de se libertar da prisão que a própria ideia de liberdade impõe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-home is where the heart is-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-5361474960828384465?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/5361474960828384465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=5361474960828384465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5361474960828384465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5361474960828384465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/03/revolutionary-road-p2.html' title='Revolutionary road, p2'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-3426208132847595357</id><published>2009-03-14T23:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:07:30.324Z</updated><title type='text'>I dont care what ever happens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3651966&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3651966&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3651966"&gt;verbier//winter&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/kinesth"&gt;Kinesthesia&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music by wax tailor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-3426208132847595357?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/3426208132847595357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=3426208132847595357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3426208132847595357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3426208132847595357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-car-whatever-happens.html' title='I dont care what ever happens.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-6104239495091703732</id><published>2009-03-14T22:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:08:53.379Z</updated><title type='text'>Das ideias herméticas:</title><content type='html'>Vicky: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A emocionalidade não pode ser copiada, é única e nunca igual a de todos os outros.&lt;br /&gt;O contrário é exactamente o que acontece com a racionalidade papel de carbono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não é feito como os modelos que se tem na cabeça de mundo, chateiam me as ideias de arrumar as coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não arrumo nada. Quero uma historia pra contar quando for velho e desafio qualquer um a me por no papel uma emoção, definida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas também eu já tive assim arrumações e BAM chega um dia que o móvel pega fogo, as gavetas desaparecem e tens tudo espalhado no chão. Mais vale viver na bagunça de ideias, e um dia tropeçarmos numa coisa qlqr nova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A experiência tb serve pra alguma coisa mas tu nao podes viver só de experiência porque não consegues adquirir mais experiência sem experimentar. Mas é importante não misturar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa é: dou um tiro na cabeça = sei que vou morrer&lt;br /&gt;outra coisa é: arrisco me a experimentar isto que não conheço e até se calhar vale a pena.&lt;br /&gt;não tens como prever o resultado, e quando não tens como prever, é estúpido basear o que fazes em experiência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que o problema é que não existe uma versão feminina de mim. Eu já estou completo e só posso ser multiplicado por factores semelhantes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou seja, Maria Helena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDHfuSvph0I&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDHfuSvph0I&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-6104239495091703732?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/6104239495091703732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=6104239495091703732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6104239495091703732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6104239495091703732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/03/das-ideias-hermeticas.html' title='Das ideias herméticas:'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-5627588797338410851</id><published>2009-03-11T11:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T11:30:09.791Z</updated><title type='text'>The reaction</title><content type='html'>"The reaction in human terms, is the only thing that is really satisfactory to the artist." Rothko&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xrHHn5TR4E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8xrHHn5TR4E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-5627588797338410851?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/5627588797338410851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=5627588797338410851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5627588797338410851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5627588797338410851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/03/reaction.html' title='The reaction'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1473913658356783664</id><published>2009-03-08T20:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:03:02.365Z</updated><title type='text'>Swiss.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3527524&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3527524&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3527524"&gt;Swiss.009&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/kinesth"&gt;Kinesthesia&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-1473913658356783664?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/1473913658356783664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=1473913658356783664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1473913658356783664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1473913658356783664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/03/swiss09.html' title='Swiss.09'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1609880993875122462</id><published>2009-03-03T20:05:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:23:06.209Z</updated><title type='text'>Erros de circunstancias,</title><content type='html'>A descoberta acidental de algo é fruto da experiência e dos conhecimentos de quem o provoca. Se alterar a destreza, cultura ou conhecimento de determinado indivíduo, por certo o erro será diferente, e consequentemente a descoberta também, podendo mesmo não chegar a existir.&lt;br /&gt;O acidente certo só pode existir com determinadas pessoas em determinadas circunstancias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pchmVfJToB8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pchmVfJToB8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-1609880993875122462?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/1609880993875122462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=1609880993875122462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1609880993875122462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1609880993875122462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/03/erros-de-circunstancias.html' title='Erros de circunstancias,'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-2529966653832796964</id><published>2009-02-22T01:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:28:16.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Sobre verdades absolutas</title><content type='html'>quando racionalizas qualquer coisa, és capaz da mesma forma de chegar a conclusões opostas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando a cena faz parte do emocional, só há uma única forma e sentido para onde as respostas convergem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma resposta emocional é muito mais verdadeira e menos corrompida que uma racional.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-2529966653832796964?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/2529966653832796964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=2529966653832796964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2529966653832796964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2529966653832796964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/02/sobre-verdades-absolutas.html' title='Sobre verdades absolutas'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-6229676878789916923</id><published>2009-02-22T00:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:09:27.066Z</updated><title type='text'>To measure yourself at least once.</title><content type='html'>Quantas pessoas são capazes de dizer que sabem a real dimensão do seu eu? &lt;br /&gt;A diferença entre o criar oportunidades, e simplesmente segui-las está justamente na noção daquilo de que se é capaz. De ser capaz de fazer tudo aquilo que realmente queremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirar medidas é perigoso.&lt;br /&gt;Mas para que viver sem sentir o gosto do sangue na boca depois de correr por kilometros? Sem perder o caminho para um certo lugar. Sem partir sem rumo nem plano? &lt;br /&gt;Para que sem arriscar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais perigoso que tirar medidas, é viver sem as tirar. É viver sem errar, é viver sem viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tamanho de um homem não está naquilo que ele é, mas naquilo que ele faz e na medida que tem de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-6229676878789916923?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/6229676878789916923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=6229676878789916923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6229676878789916923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6229676878789916923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-measure-yourself-at-least-once.html' title='To measure yourself at least once.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1127691257984902718</id><published>2009-02-20T19:40:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:16:32.432Z</updated><title type='text'>McCandless Alexander Supertramp</title><content type='html'>Já tenho o livro sobre bagos e folhas, a coragem para ir para o alaska, e a vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Só falta queimar o $ e esperar encontrar um autocarro amarelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want something in life, reach out and grab it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2LAuzT_x8Ek&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2LAuzT_x8Ek&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-1127691257984902718?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/1127691257984902718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=1127691257984902718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1127691257984902718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1127691257984902718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/02/mccandless-alexander-supertramp_20.html' title='McCandless Alexander Supertramp'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-8333722658545040578</id><published>2009-02-19T19:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:09:22.203Z</updated><title type='text'>A fábrica.</title><content type='html'>A forma mais pura de humanidade que é uma criança é capaz sem esforço de fabricar um sentimento. Com facilidade sabe chorar para manipular o mundo à sua volta, mas ainda assim chora. E sempre quando se chora, se sofre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quais os sentimentos que podem ser simulados, e quais os que não podem?&lt;br /&gt;Será que o que sentimos é aquilo que queremos/precisamos a cada determinado momento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de perdermos a inocência, ganhamos a inabilidade de fabricar sentimentos quando já não somos mais pequenos. Isso é bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eFoE14QtLnc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eFoE14QtLnc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-8333722658545040578?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/8333722658545040578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=8333722658545040578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/8333722658545040578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/8333722658545040578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/02/fabrica.html' title='A fábrica.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-3664042618113283830</id><published>2009-02-17T22:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:03:11.344Z</updated><title type='text'>Revolutionary Road.</title><content type='html'>Saberes o tudo que podes ser, saberes o que podes deixar de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Saberes como o podes fazer, saberes como o podes fazer sem saber.&lt;br /&gt;Saberes que és capaz de o fazer, e fazeres sem pensar que és capaz de o fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8Tiz6INF7I&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q8Tiz6INF7I&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-3664042618113283830?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/3664042618113283830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=3664042618113283830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3664042618113283830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3664042618113283830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/02/revolutionary-road.html' title='Revolutionary Road.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1789872137988641512</id><published>2009-02-15T14:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:12:19.139Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VGqq1KbrIFk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VGqq1KbrIFk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-3143382983229936012</id><published>2009-02-13T22:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:54:29.936Z</updated><title type='text'>comp1</title><content type='html'>"On the way to find what we love, we find everything we hate, everything that blocks us from our desire." Waking life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-3143382983229936012?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/3143382983229936012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=3143382983229936012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3143382983229936012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3143382983229936012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/02/comp1.html' title='comp1'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1586295281129040811</id><published>2009-02-13T20:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:13:47.074Z</updated><title type='text'>E depois...</title><content type='html'>..ainda há a teimosia de querer ver as coisas como melhores do que elas o são e provam ser na realidade. Que espécie de inteliência...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-1586295281129040811?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/1586295281129040811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=1586295281129040811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1586295281129040811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1586295281129040811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-depois.html' title='E depois...'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-4895785284247716745</id><published>2009-02-13T19:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T20:16:19.400Z</updated><title type='text'>O sentido das coisas</title><content type='html'>Toda a gente que anda por ai tem um rumo, um sentido ou uma direcção.&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem e procura, facilmente encontra as respostas que quer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que já dediquei mais que o tempo suficiente pra ganhar um ground support que me permitisse ir além da questão, mas aparentemente tudo continua igual portanto vou esboçar duas ou 3 hipóteses aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou as pessoas se resignam.&lt;br /&gt;Ou se enganam. Ou enganam os outros.&lt;br /&gt;Ou realmente aquilo que eu procuro é completamente diferente de todos os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que o simples acto de procurar algumas respostas, afasta-las cada vez mais, como uma cenoura a frente do burro? Acho que sempre que me procuro em debruçar sobre uma questão, há um mecanismo cósmico que se assegura que é algo que não tem resposta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7b9ZA7Q9a70&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7b9ZA7Q9a70&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-4895785284247716745?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/4895785284247716745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=4895785284247716745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4895785284247716745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4895785284247716745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-sentido-das-coisas.html' title='O sentido das coisas'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-7755105461394000794</id><published>2009-02-06T22:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:31:06.891Z</updated><title type='text'>peut-être</title><content type='html'>Muitos do que escrevo comeca porque me irrito com as conversas que tenho e com as coisas que oico as vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É certo que não sou o dono da razão, mas porque me permito um certo distanciamento daquilo que eu mesmo penso, tenho um discernimento que vejo raramente na generalidade das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia vive se de forma artificial, arrumam se as ideias em gavetas que depois ainda por cima são etiquetadas. &lt;br /&gt;E depois ainda me dizem que a minha forma caotica de lidar com o mundo e de o interpretar como um lugar sem ordem expecifica tem de me trazer um beneficio qualquer. mas para que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que tem de haver sempre uma vantagem, e uma segunda intenção em tudo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que não se aceita o mundo tal como ele é, complexo, difícil e caotico?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que não é muito mais fácil por exemplo (assim só por exemplo mesmo) ser feliz quando se encontra por acaso um estado/situação rara e de que não se estava a espera pela sua improbabilidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É fácil concluir com esta ordem de ideias que com tudo definido e organizado todos os momentos bons são comprados a prazo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É certo que foi de um conjunto infinitamente grande de caos que aconteceu alguma ordem (atomos que se juntam, formam materia, bla bla bla, estruturas organizadas). Todo o caos cria ordem eventualmente, e toda a ordem tende ao caos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma cabeça desorganizada, mas com a percepção de que ela e o mundo são desordem está provavelmente... (não acabei a fraze de proposito, cada um junta o que quiser no fim da frase.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-7755105461394000794?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/7755105461394000794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=7755105461394000794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/7755105461394000794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/7755105461394000794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/02/peut-etre.html' title='peut-être'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-6932452301193381157</id><published>2009-02-06T20:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:35:23.431Z</updated><title type='text'>definição anti definição</title><content type='html'>Acho que grande parte da abordagem que tenho no blog tem a ver com uma certa tentativa de auto-definição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recentemente entrei em contacto com a filosofia budista, que me parece interessante por fazer sentido de diversas formas, e uma das suas características é a procura da não definição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada ser ou entidade está inevitavelmente em permanente mudança, mesmo que esteja num patamar de existência semelhante ao de um deus. Ou seja, mesmo um deus tem um problema inerente à sua condição em virtude da premissa de mudança constante a que está também sujeito, e nesse caso necessariamente vai ter de mudar para um estado pior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nirvana é o fim deste ciclo de alterações e mudanças, pois é um fim absoluto de existência, seja em que plano for, e é esse o patamar mais desejado na filosofia budista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho durante 24 anos procurar perceber e definir o que sou. Se calhar é tempo de experimentar o contrario, e me parece que é um exercício muito mais complexo e desafiante. Vamos ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wGMlSuX_c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-wGMlSuX_c&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-6932452301193381157?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/6932452301193381157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=6932452301193381157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6932452301193381157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6932452301193381157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/02/definicao-anti-definicao.html' title='definição anti definição'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-795139067695498431</id><published>2009-02-06T20:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T20:21:18.429Z</updated><title type='text'>A ilusão do potencial.</title><content type='html'>Ouço muitas vezes por ai um tipo falar para o outro, e pah, tens muito potencial que estas a disperdiçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu próprio já fui alvo de semelhantes comentários por mais que uma vez e por isso deixo aqui manifesto o seguinte pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de mais potencial é aquilo que o elástico tem. Eu não tenho de todo potencial, e no mínimo poder-se-ia dizer que o que tenho já foi utilizado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não nasci com potencial, e o potencial não aparece por obra e graça de sabe se lá o que. Aquilo que sou é fruto de um esforço e trabalho, e não porque eu tenho potencial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque se fosse assim acho que já tinha por certo esgotado o meu potencial (já que se existe à partida, tem de ser finito) e não me parece que eu seja uma obra acabada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho potencial nenhum, mas melhor que isso tenho a habilidade de modelar aquilo que quero ser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-795139067695498431?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/795139067695498431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=795139067695498431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/795139067695498431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/795139067695498431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/02/ilusao-do-potencial.html' title='A ilusão do potencial.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-138350570508650267</id><published>2009-01-31T01:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:24:16.601Z</updated><title type='text'>Aujourd'hui est le jour</title><content type='html'>Hoje é daqueles dias com o potencial de transformar o resto da tua vida numa coisa completamente diferente. Vamos ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zbpL3LeW7k&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zbpL3LeW7k&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-138350570508650267?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/138350570508650267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=138350570508650267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/138350570508650267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/138350570508650267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/01/aujourdhui-est-le-jour.html' title='Aujourd&apos;hui est le jour'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-6091930181177980494</id><published>2009-01-26T01:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T01:17:14.304Z</updated><title type='text'>Imperfeito.</title><content type='html'>Algumas pessoas nunca mudam, outras nunca deixam de mudar.&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que mudam sempre as que não queremos, e as que queremos que mudem teimam em nao mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É provavel que seja um problema de perspectiva de quem espera ou nao a mudanca no outro. um hipotetico perfeito nao existe sem que o imperfeito se imponha pra que dele se possa sobressair. &lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que é perfeito tende a uma entropia necessária, e o imperfeito serve para notar o perfeito nos breves momentos em que acontece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem muda e quem não muda serve para nos ensinar aquilo que devemos e que nao devemos em nós mudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rL1nPJAr0BM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rL1nPJAr0BM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-6091930181177980494?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/6091930181177980494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=6091930181177980494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6091930181177980494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6091930181177980494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/01/imperfeito.html' title='Imperfeito.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-3889939069594800349</id><published>2009-01-25T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:08:39.589Z</updated><title type='text'>Dois corações.</title><content type='html'>Dois corações. Um tem um problema estrutural, físico. O outro tem um problema conceptual. O primeiro é simples de compreender, difícil de resolver. O segundo é difícil de perceber, mas fácil de solucionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum dos dois pode continuar a bater sem uma intervenção, e&lt;br /&gt;a peculiaridade do tratamento de cada é o próprio problema para os seus donos. Um se preocupa por conhecer todos os detalhes da operação que vai sofrer; conhece histórias, estatísticas e números. &lt;br /&gt;O outro preocupa se por não saber em absoluto de que forma, como, quem ou o que vai curar o seu coração. Não há nada escrito nem mais velhos para ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois corações, dois problemas, duas formas antagónicas de os remediar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-3889939069594800349?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/3889939069594800349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=3889939069594800349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3889939069594800349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3889939069594800349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/01/dois-coraes.html' title='Dois corações.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-4001764029023175434</id><published>2009-01-24T19:37:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:39:19.249Z</updated><title type='text'>Inconsistência cognitiva.</title><content type='html'>Quanto mais conheço de mim próprio, menos percebo todos os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-4001764029023175434?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/4001764029023175434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=4001764029023175434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4001764029023175434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4001764029023175434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/01/inconsistncia-cognitiva.html' title='Inconsistência cognitiva.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-2271479467376442486</id><published>2009-01-24T18:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:07:45.662Z</updated><title type='text'>Entre mentira e verdade.</title><content type='html'>Primeiro é preciso verificar se de facto o facto é uma verdade. &lt;br /&gt;A maior parte das pessoas a tua volta te vai dizer que sim, e livros, revistas filmes e contos o reforçam. Pelo contrario um pequeno grupo de pessoas com visão mais negativa diz que é mentira, e a favor delas está a tua experiencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a acreditar que é verdade é um regresso à estaca zero. &lt;br /&gt;Não pode ser feito sem um manifesto estado de amnesia ou descartando a experiencia passada, e ainda se corre o risco de se repetir o mesmo trajecto que levou à descrenca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejeitar de todo é uma solução triste, e para o caso de ser a solução certa vai transformar o mundo num lugar em que não quero viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrir a questão ao cepticismo é uma solução temporária que nao vai resolver o problema, mas parece ser a mais sensata enquanto não se encontra um argumento forte em favor de nenhuma conclusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viver com a ambiguidade é uma quarta solução. &lt;br /&gt;Nem preto, nem branco nem um matiz in between. &lt;br /&gt;A ambiguidade é a resposta mais complexa de se encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6zIEfSxqkg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6zIEfSxqkg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-2271479467376442486?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/2271479467376442486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=2271479467376442486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2271479467376442486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2271479467376442486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2009/01/entre-mentira-e-verdade.html' title='Entre mentira e verdade.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-3079239435613305702</id><published>2008-12-31T03:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:24:17.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Ubiquidade intelectual</title><content type='html'>A melhor forma de se obter uma resposta é formular uma boa pergunta, mesmo quando ela não tem resposta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-3079239435613305702?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/3079239435613305702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=3079239435613305702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3079239435613305702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3079239435613305702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/ubiquidade-intelectual.html' title='Ubiquidade intelectual'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-109450416262993757</id><published>2008-12-31T02:48:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:49:44.965Z</updated><title type='text'>Etimologia de Influência</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Influencia tem origem no latim Influentia que por sua vez tem origem em Influere cujo sufixo Latim IN significa “movimento para dentro” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o cosmos parece fluir e funcionar quando sentimos que o nosso coração está tranquilo e bem cuidado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos anos tenho feito algumas coisas que deixam muita gente de cabelos em pé, e eu inclusive. Tornei me especialista em renunciar situações ideais, e se escrevesse um livro sobre isso desconfio que me nomeavam pra um nobel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há sem dúvida uma certa dose de genialidade inconsciente em renunciar uma situação ideal, e quando o faço é porque tenho um feeling que apesar de ser um grande risco, isso vai criar naturalmente um grande beneficio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só uma vez na vida joguei tudo o que tinha e perdi. Restou me pouco mais que o meu corpo e espírito, mas foi suficiente pra me reconstruir, talvez re-inventar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com isto tudo vou coleccionando experiências, ideias e teorias sobre muito do que se passa à minha volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recentemente me ausentei da vida de uma pessoa muito importante. Tive uma grande influência na sua forma de sentir o mundo, e penso que foi exponenciada justamente pela minha ausência. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da mesma forma foi pela ausência de algumas pessoas na minha vida que fui mais influenciado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será o derradeiro instrumento para criar diferença na vida de alguém a ausência? Como se depois de se ter transmitido essa influência a presença fosse selada. Algo como uma proibição ao artista de continuar a pintar a sua tela depois de ter criado uma obra prima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma conclusão especialmente cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Influênciar é assim um manifesto de auto-mudança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2mr2yY5F3c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F2mr2yY5F3c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-109450416262993757?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/109450416262993757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=109450416262993757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/109450416262993757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/109450416262993757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-after-time-20.html' title='Etimologia de Influência'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-7186873012828092437</id><published>2008-12-30T01:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T01:29:00.829Z</updated><title type='text'>Time after time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Deixo sempre o caminho que percorro melhor do que o encontrei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E isto foi uma excelente descupa pra deixar aqui Chet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-o8Be7KG2r4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-o8Be7KG2r4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-7186873012828092437?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/7186873012828092437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=7186873012828092437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/7186873012828092437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/7186873012828092437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-after-time.html' title='Time after time'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-3226752638011107351</id><published>2008-12-27T20:18:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T04:54:45.929Z</updated><title type='text'>In heaven, most of the time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Depois de muitas tentativas falhadas, em 60 anos o homem passou do primeiro voo tosco às &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aterragens&lt;/span&gt; na lua. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Com alguma sorte ainda tenho sensivelmente mais 60 anos para viver..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMhdksPFhCM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMhdksPFhCM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1505178/video_clips_of_early_flight_attempts/"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-3226752638011107351?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/3226752638011107351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=3226752638011107351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3226752638011107351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3226752638011107351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-heaven-most-of-time.html' title='In heaven, most of the time'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-4153066544841411870</id><published>2008-12-25T04:37:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:35:45.296Z</updated><title type='text'>Ontem vai ser o Futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Num lado qualquer ouvi dizer que o Futuro só é real quando é inesperado. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu hábito de prever cenários faz com que grande parte do meu futuro deixe de o ser, deslocando se para um passado previsível apesar de ainda não ter acontecido. Já escrevi uma vez que pensar nunca é uma acção no presente, mas sempre passado, e assim todo o futuro que é previsto passa a ser passado. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Para se chegar a uma conclusão sobre um pensamento é necessário já ter desenrolado todo o fio condutor que levou a essa conclusão até ao fim, logo tudo já foi pensado quando se chega ao fim de cada pequenino pensamento)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O motivo pelo qual teimo em pensar no futuro é ainda desconhecido, é um acto involuntário e vil. Sou fundamentalmente um ser que vive no futuro, se calhar é porque sou aquário. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Qual é a utilidade então desta conclusão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conclui que não quero saber, se não o que eu concluir vai deixar de ser futuro e assim deixar de ter utilidade. Tudo a seu tempo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De qualquer forma uma conclusão sobre o que é o futuro nunca pode acontecer em outro tempo que não no futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ora voltei à guitarra, e estou a aprender a tocar assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ny5ajCn0xw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;ps: eu escrevo muita coisa nas entrelinhas. basta procurar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-4153066544841411870?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/4153066544841411870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=4153066544841411870' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4153066544841411870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4153066544841411870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/ontem-vai-ser-o-futuro.html' title='Ontem vai ser o Futuro'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-4494257970996723138</id><published>2008-12-24T00:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:37:06.547Z</updated><title type='text'>Make your own kind of Music</title><content type='html'>Tabula rasa é o Latim para a tese que posiciona o individuo como um quadro em branco, sem uma pré-programação de berço e que adquire o conhecimento ao longo da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este prisma contraria o principio de que eu como individuo (e apesar de ter um espírito bastante flexível), sou detentor de determinados padrões e particularidades que são imutáveis conforme a atmosfera circundante ao meu eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O absolutismo da minha posição é baseado na premissa de que se o estado de Tabula rasa fosse o modelo em vigor na minha vida, o meu próprio entendimento desse conceito iria constantemente ser posto em causa. Como cheguei em branco, teria sempre forma de substituir constantemente todo o conjunto do meu saber, e dessa forma nunca haveria uma base a partir da qual pudesse ramificar o pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O determinismo do meu pensamento em relação ao curso dos acontecimentos é quase matemático, mas tem a ver com a variedade de cenários que prevejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja que for que lição o mundo me dá, tenho a particular capacidade de deturpar o seu significado conforme me o que me é favoravel ou não. Voltamos novamente a um estado em que o modelo de Tabula rasa não faz qualquer sentido pois o meu pivot de decisões é baseado em mecanismos internos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UNmFYwqJrHA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UNmFYwqJrHA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-4494257970996723138?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/4494257970996723138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=4494257970996723138' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4494257970996723138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4494257970996723138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/make-your-own-kind-of-music.html' title='Make your own kind of Music'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-4576959124386839937</id><published>2008-12-17T02:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T04:04:56.033Z</updated><title type='text'>1000 dances</title><content type='html'>Naaa na na na naaaa, nananana na na na na na na na na na naaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Naaa na na na naaaa, nananana na na na na na na na na na naaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Naaa na na na naaaa, nananana na na na na na na na na na naaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Naaa na na na naaaa, nananana na na na na na na na na na naaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Naaa na na na naaaa, nananana na na na na na na na na na naaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Naaa na na na naaaa, nananana na na na na na na na na na naaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Naaa na na na naaaa, nananana na na na na na na na na na naaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Naaa na na na naaaa, nananana na na na na na na na na na naaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y3MbK0ZO8Sc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y3MbK0ZO8Sc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-4576959124386839937?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/4576959124386839937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=4576959124386839937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4576959124386839937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4576959124386839937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/1000-dances.html' title='1000 dances'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-4741062779443385771</id><published>2008-12-16T03:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:56:39.025Z</updated><title type='text'>2:01 AM</title><content type='html'>Não tenho absolutamente nada de novo para escrever, e não podia estar mais satisfeito com isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quais são as cores, e as coisas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9B9RT5S2dU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9B9RT5S2dU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-4741062779443385771?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/4741062779443385771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=4741062779443385771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4741062779443385771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4741062779443385771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/201-am.html' title='2:01 AM'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-2897499521834264375</id><published>2008-12-11T01:53:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T02:53:27.476Z</updated><title type='text'>If music be the food of love, play on</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is Pure Jazz, so play on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dpcg5Pg4zHY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dpcg5Pg4zHY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-2897499521834264375?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/2897499521834264375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=2897499521834264375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2897499521834264375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2897499521834264375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-music-be-food-of-love-play-on.html' title='If music be the food of love, play on'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-2132537389673298117</id><published>2008-12-10T15:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:07:42.028Z</updated><title type='text'>Lógica de contradição.</title><content type='html'>A lógica deveria ser a última instituição inexpugnável.&lt;br /&gt;Pasme-se então, porque consigo subverter linhas lógicas de pensamento com a própria lógica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há aqui uma variável qualquer que falha, e já há muito tempo que desconfio desta questão. Não deposito em qualquer tipo de lógica o último reduto daquilo que concluo, mas por algum motivo teimo (e teima toda a gente) em o fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lógica é baseada em pensamento, e se todo o pensamento é automaticamente tempo passado, tudo o que sobra é a inclinação momentânea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário do pensamento, o sentir não é prisioneiro da bias do tempo. Não é passado nem é futuro. É uma Uma fracção de segundo que se cria e desaparece milhões de vezes seguidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sentir não leva filtro nem pela lógica ou pelo tempo. Não faz sentido e por isso não se contradiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-2132537389673298117?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/2132537389673298117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=2132537389673298117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2132537389673298117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2132537389673298117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/lgica-de-contradio.html' title='Lógica de contradição.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-883742147946698196</id><published>2008-12-10T14:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:33:01.477Z</updated><title type='text'>Paradoxo do Imprevisto de última hora.</title><content type='html'>Fatalmente ocorre sempre um imprevisto de última hora. Por vezes bom, pro vezes mau, mas sempre quando já não há nada a fazer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-883742147946698196?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/883742147946698196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=883742147946698196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/883742147946698196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/883742147946698196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/paradoxo-do-imprevisto-de-ltima-hora.html' title='Paradoxo do Imprevisto de última hora.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1379764613011579877</id><published>2008-12-09T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:38:39.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Direcionalidade de pensamento.</title><content type='html'>Quando pensas em Y, já pensaste. Nunca te direccionas a pensar em Y intencionalmente antes de já teres pensado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando nós pensamos já passou o pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar nunca é uma acção no presente. É sempre passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppL_P8m9hqU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ppL_P8m9hqU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-1379764613011579877?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/1379764613011579877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=1379764613011579877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1379764613011579877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1379764613011579877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/direcionalidade-de-pensamento.html' title='Direcionalidade de pensamento.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-4712404094700233944</id><published>2008-12-09T14:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:40:54.238Z</updated><title type='text'>Paradoxo do hedonismo:</title><content type='html'>"Quando alguém persegue a felicidade, esse alguém é miserável; mas, quando alguém persegue outro objectivo, ele atinge a felicidade." In wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até aqui tudo bem. Fora do comum é alguém que troca um estado de felicidade real por um outro ficcional. Tudo por se buscar uma felicidade que já existe e desaparece em nome dessa mesma busca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most men pursue pleasure with such breathless haste that they hurry past it. [Kierkegaard]&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-4712404094700233944?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/4712404094700233944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=4712404094700233944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4712404094700233944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4712404094700233944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/paradoxo-do-hedonismo.html' title='Paradoxo do hedonismo:'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1840455244575415953</id><published>2008-12-09T14:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:21:55.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Truth is a terrible habbit</title><content type='html'>"Se a verdade não existe, a declaração "a verdade não existe" é uma verdade, provando-se, portanto, incorrecta." in wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O próprio conceito de verdade é uma contradição em si. Ou será a verdade subjectiva em vez de universal? De que forma lidar com o terrível habito que é dizer a verdade?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-1840455244575415953?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/1840455244575415953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=1840455244575415953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1840455244575415953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1840455244575415953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/truth-is-terrible-habbit_09.html' title='Truth is a terrible habbit'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-8114459117359796622</id><published>2008-12-09T14:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:17:44.984Z</updated><title type='text'>Make Life Faster</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnCXZq7adLU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HnCXZq7adLU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-8114459117359796622?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/8114459117359796622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=8114459117359796622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/8114459117359796622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/8114459117359796622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/truth-is-terrible-habbit.html' title='Make Life Faster'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-5224012601851988289</id><published>2008-12-05T23:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:46:08.305Z</updated><title type='text'>Gravitational time delay</title><content type='html'>Segundo Einstein, o tempo passa mais devagar mais perto dos meus pés que no topo da minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Isto acontece porque quanto mais perto estás de um corpo grande como o planeta terra, mais curvado e distorcido está o continuo espaço-tempo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim quem vive com os pés bem assentes na terra vive durante mais tempo, e pessoas como eu morrem mais rápido. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-5224012601851988289?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/5224012601851988289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=5224012601851988289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5224012601851988289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5224012601851988289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/gravitational-time-delay.html' title='Gravitational time delay'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1867753695638914688</id><published>2008-12-05T05:14:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T05:29:30.615Z</updated><title type='text'>Steam cooking</title><content type='html'>(ou como o peixe morre pela boca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava tudo preparado para sair um post bombástico sobre racionalidade, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;emocionalidade&lt;/span&gt;, e sobre qual dos dois é mais vantajoso. Ia explicar em detalhe qual as vantagens de um, os perigos do outro e as motivações que me levam a pensar isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui a tempo, refreei-me e fiquei quieto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o terrível hábito de ser linguarudo de mais, mas desta não vou entregar o ouro ao bandido.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-1867753695638914688?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/1867753695638914688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=1867753695638914688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1867753695638914688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1867753695638914688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/steam-cooking.html' title='Steam cooking'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-2116543133944921626</id><published>2008-12-04T03:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T04:39:00.301Z</updated><title type='text'>Toxicité</title><content type='html'>Hoje avisei alguém que acabei de conhecer que contenho um certo nível de toxicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se o aviso foi para ela ou para mim próprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOdCEHhrtSg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOdCEHhrtSg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-2116543133944921626?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/2116543133944921626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=2116543133944921626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2116543133944921626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2116543133944921626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/toxicit.html' title='Toxicité'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-1343481488955999765</id><published>2008-12-04T02:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T02:58:07.778Z</updated><title type='text'>Auto percepção do self.</title><content type='html'>O conhecimento traz inquietações, e é mais fácil viver como uma ameba acéfala. True. &lt;br /&gt;Mas como é possível que a grande massa das pessoas viva uma vida inteira sem efectuar certas considerações fundamentais sobre o seu eu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoalmente posso dar a esta questão uma resposta simples e uma complexa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou hoje exactamente aquilo que escolhi ser, sem tirar nem por um milímetro, mas todas as ramificações daquilo que eu sou iriam precisar de um tempo igual ao que já vivi para caracterizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O eu é uma matéria complexa, atagónica e pouco consensual, mas penso que posso dizer que no fundamental, aquilo que eu sou é o impulso e a inclinação que sinto a cada momento.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-1343481488955999765?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/1343481488955999765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=1343481488955999765' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1343481488955999765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/1343481488955999765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/auto-percepo-do-self.html' title='Auto percepção do self.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-2454468650955183714</id><published>2008-12-04T00:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:52:15.571Z</updated><title type='text'>Plágio emocional.</title><content type='html'>Excuse-moi a todos aqueles a quem pirateei de alguma forma aquilo que sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adenda à piratice: Claro que o todo é mais que a soma das partes.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-2454468650955183714?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/2454468650955183714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=2454468650955183714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2454468650955183714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/2454468650955183714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/plgio-emocional.html' title='Plágio emocional.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-8599454324640759133</id><published>2008-12-04T00:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:54:38.922Z</updated><title type='text'>Inteligência estratégica</title><content type='html'>Pessoas extremamente inteligentes raramente cometem erros. &lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que raramente cometem erros tendem naturalmente a ignorar os erros que cometem interpretando os de outra forma que não erros. Continuam assim a errar onde uma pessoa menos inteligente teria rapidamente mudado de estratégia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concluo com isto que sou então extremamente inteligente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-8599454324640759133?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/8599454324640759133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=8599454324640759133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/8599454324640759133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/8599454324640759133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/inteligncia-estratgica.html' title='Inteligência estratégica'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-5138185023009995908</id><published>2008-12-03T01:07:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:48:31.325Z</updated><title type='text'>4 8 15 16 23 42</title><content type='html'>Padrões de comportamento repetidos, mesmo depois de comprovada a sua inutilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo que partes da minha vida são muito organizadas e catalogadas, outras são caoticas como uma sopa de letras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0GGChpl0nIc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0GGChpl0nIc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-5138185023009995908?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/5138185023009995908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=5138185023009995908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5138185023009995908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/5138185023009995908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/4-8-15-16-23-42.html' title='4 8 15 16 23 42'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-6646112766815046728</id><published>2008-12-03T00:33:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:48:57.181Z</updated><title type='text'>Rumo a Norte.. Imprevisto!</title><content type='html'>Embora as vezes seja difícil compreender certas coisas. =(&lt;br /&gt;A vida são 3 dias. Dias de festa intercalados com algumas noites frias.&lt;br /&gt;Resta aproveitar o máximo o que podemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will miss ya girl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_A7Hu0uKNw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C_A7Hu0uKNw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-6646112766815046728?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/6646112766815046728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=6646112766815046728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6646112766815046728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6646112766815046728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/rumo-norte-imprevisto.html' title='Rumo a Norte.. Imprevisto!'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-678871224031753480</id><published>2008-12-02T03:30:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-02T03:39:30.994Z</updated><title type='text'>Cretinisse determinística.</title><content type='html'>Porque estamos aqui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo uma constante procura de padrões apesar de acreditar que a regra é a aleatoriedade e a falta de significado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto responde a pergunta, mas não o porquê de se fazer essa pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-678871224031753480?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/678871224031753480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=678871224031753480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/678871224031753480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/678871224031753480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/cretinisse-determinstica.html' title='Cretinisse determinística.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-3177532824411546614</id><published>2008-12-02T03:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:26:50.865Z</updated><title type='text'>Déjà vu</title><content type='html'>Adoro o feeling contraditório de domínio sobre uma situação que é ao mesmo tempo absolutamente inesperada.&lt;br /&gt;Experimento por vezes déjà vu de déjà vu. Como se a experiência ao quadrado quisesse me impor o seu despotismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-3177532824411546614?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/3177532824411546614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=3177532824411546614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3177532824411546614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/3177532824411546614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/deja-vue.html' title='Déjà vu'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-6256880104140214387</id><published>2008-12-02T02:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:54:22.822Z</updated><title type='text'>Down the rabbit hole.</title><content type='html'>Se o cérebro é o interprete da consciência, onde está a consciência?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma teoria (procura em Visual Perception, de Ann Marie Barry) afirma que o consciente nada mais é que um interprete das operações cerebrais. Assim todos os nossos pensamentos e vontades não são realmente nossos, mas antes o resultado das necessidades de um sistema mecânico. A consciência funciona só como um interprete que informa o utilizador aquilo que se passa ao invés de um sistema que influencia directamente o mecanismo tal como costumamos acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o domínio último da máquina sobre o utilizador. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A matrix perfeita em que o amor é a pílula vermelha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/te6qG4yn-Ps&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/te6qG4yn-Ps&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-6256880104140214387?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/6256880104140214387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=6256880104140214387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6256880104140214387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6256880104140214387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/down-rabbit-hole.html' title='Down the rabbit hole.'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-6076121075701091270</id><published>2008-12-01T14:12:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:19:53.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Mas é só normal...</title><content type='html'>"n eh normal..eh fixe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tem a essência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d alguém c essência." (Annie2, 2008)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-6076121075701091270?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/6076121075701091270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=6076121075701091270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6076121075701091270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/6076121075701091270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-normal.html' title='Mas é só normal...'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6971213030350053027.post-4765668425235947925</id><published>2008-11-30T19:41:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:46:09.677Z</updated><title type='text'>Under my favorite tree</title><content type='html'>I talked to her and I was trying&lt;br /&gt;To show her what she couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Behind the flowers in a light she found the sun&lt;br /&gt;Behind the sad I showed her that life is pretty fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zERdjldS2u4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zERdjldS2u4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know where I am, I'll be tchubirubing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6971213030350053027-4765668425235947925?l=millemesures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/feeds/4765668425235947925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6971213030350053027&amp;postID=4765668425235947925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4765668425235947925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6971213030350053027/posts/default/4765668425235947925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millemesures.blogspot.com/2008/11/tchubaruba.html' title='Under my favorite tree'/><author><name>kinesthesia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p8z-NJ1kQfo/STyZ8PB5NgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GIl5xv1RQio/S220/n664.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
