Barbara

Where there is sunrise, there is Barbara, only Barbara clothes that way,
Where there is laughter, there is Barbara, always Barbara warm and gay.
And when there’s music, she is the song, the song I’m singing my whole life long.
There’s no one just like her, like Barbara, only Barbara is so rare.
Wherever she is, I’ll be there.
There’s no one just like her, like Barbara, only Barbara, she’s so rare,
Wherever she is, I’ll be there.

— Frank Sinatra

10 reasons why WhatsApp sucks

I’ve always been fascinated by the evolution of the web and the impact that mobile devices had on its development. Although we had amazing innovations on the way we browse, search, consume content, find locations and share content, there is one area that can still benefit from innovation, opportunities and technical improvements — and that is messaging apps.

Don’t get me wrong, I know we had significant advancements in the way we communicate via text, audio and more importantly video over the years. However, there is one huge leader in this space that we really need to talk about: WhatsApp. Continue reading “10 reasons why WhatsApp sucks”

Terms and Conditions

I have been thinking a lot about the way the internet works now, primarily with social networks and advertising.

There is a tremendous amount of articles, videos and discussions on these topics, so this post will first start with a (constantly updated) list of resources I recommend reading and watching. Eventually I’ll expand on each of these topics into separate posts (and I’ll update this post with more links). Continue reading “Terms and Conditions”

Alan Watts

“We are living in a culture entirely hypnotized by the illusion of time, in which the so-called present moment is felt as nothing but an infintesimal hairline between an all-powerfully causative past and an absorbingly important future. We have no present. Our consciousness is almost completely preoccupied with memory and expectation. We do not realize that there never was, is, nor will be any other experience than present experience. We are therefore out of touch with reality. We confuse the world as talked about, described, and measured with the world which actually is. We are sick with a fascination for the useful tools of names and numbers, of symbols, signs, conceptions and ideas.”

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Notes on Scarcity, Curation and Information

Vannevar Bush's differential analyzer

In an information-rich world, the wealth of information means a dearth of something else: a scarcity of whatever it is that information consumes. What information consumes is rather obvious: it consumes the attention of its recipients. Hence a wealth of information creates a poverty of attention and a need to allocate that attention efficiently among the overabundance of information sources that might consume it.

— Simon, H. A. (1971) “Designing Organizations for an Information-Rich World” in: Martin Greenberger, Computers, Communication, and the Public Interest, Baltimore. MD: The Johns Hopkins Press. pp. 40–41.

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Ausência

Eu deixarei que morra em mim o desejo de amar os teus olhos que são doces
Porque nada te poderei dar senão a mágoa de me veres eternamente exausto.
No entanto a tua presença é qualquer coisa como a luz e a vida
E eu sinto que em meu gesto existe o teu gesto e em minha voz a tua voz.
Não te quero ter porque em meu ser tudo estaria terminado
Quero só que surjas em mim como a fé nos desesperados
Para que eu possa levar uma gota de orvalho nesta terra amaldiçoada
Que ficou sobre a minha carne como uma nódoa do passado.
Eu deixarei… tu irás e encostarás a tua face em outra face
Teus dedos enlaçarão outros dedos e tu desabrocharás para a madrugada
Mas tu não saberás que quem te colheu fui eu,
porque eu fui o grande íntimo da noite
Porque eu encostei minha face na face da noite e ouvi a tua fala amorosa
Porque meus dedos enlaçaram os dedos da névoa suspensos no espaço
E eu trouxe até mim a misteriosa essência do teu abandono desordenado.
Eu ficarei só como os veleiros nos portos silenciosos
Mas eu te possuirei mais que ninguém porque poderei partir
E todas as lamentações do mar, do vento, do céu, das aves, das estrelas
Serão a tua voz presente, a tua voz ausente, a tua voz serenizada.

—Vinicius de Moraes