Being geek

I came across www.stopdesing.com and couldn't help looking at its source code. I learnt about the "inline" CSS property, which allows you to basically forget about tables whenever you think of coding a navigation bar again. I had my geeky minutes. I wonder why I'm not already in bed reading Soldiers of Salamina, the only novel I haven't put down after 100 pages for the last three months.

Revenge

Part of my work consists of sending "informative" emails to thousands of people, "asking" them to sign up for very interesting educational courses. Some people like to call it spam, we at our company call it e-mail marketing. Well, the thing is that those thousands of people are taking their revenge, and they are doing it through my computer at home. For the last two days, I've been constantly getting pop up windows urging me to ask for information precisely about the educational courses we at our company promote. Computers are becoming too intelligent. And too annoying, for intelligence is the first step to annoyance.

Give me a good poem

So I was about to go to sleep, but thought it'd be nice to put a poem on the blog. I couldn't think of any, so I told google "give me a good poem!" Here's what he replied, after two clicks of the mouse:

I like a good poem
one with lots of fighting
in it. Blood, and the
clanging of armour. Poems

against Scotland are good,
and poems that defeat
the French with crossbows.
I don't like poems that

aren't about anything.
Sonnets are wet and
a waste of time.
Also poems that don't

know how to rhyme.
If I was a poem
I'd play football and
get picked for England.

Roger McGough

How long should a hug last?

On my way to work, I saw a kid waiting in front of the doors of prison. A man came out the doors. The man and the kid hugged. I passed by them, they were hugging. I turned my head back: they were hugging. Before going down the stairs to the subway, I looked at them for the last time: they were still hugging, as if 54 seconds were not enough for a hug. I thought of the man and the kid for some time. I thought I'd write about them here. I do it now, 16 hours later, before going to sleep. With nobody to hug, and yet, nothing to complain about.

Entropy

Physicists like to invent new concepts. If they don't, they do not enter the History of Physics. One of the concepts that I used to admire the most when I was a physicist is entropy. The concept is easy and straight forward (just as every concept in physics has to be): entropy is something which always increases or remains the same, just the opposite of my savings. That said, I go to sleep.

Shaved

With my left hand still hurting, today I shaved my face and made my way into a week of deep philosophical thinking about how the coming months will change my present life. An indian guy told me in Hong Kong that the next three months will be very important to me (according to someone, though, he was only trying to get some money from me... so I left the indian guy, not without fearing that he would curse me) Whenever I shave, something is going on. The state of the art is basically this one:
1) I have a job that's not really satisfying, both at the material and philosophical level. However, it's a job and if I work hard I might get a raise soon.
2) I cannot really figure out a job that's satisfying enough (options include: content management at an online newspaper, web usability at a consultancy company, online marketing at an advertising agency)
3) I started a PhD that is now demanding a dissertation plan, but about what? And with what funds? And with what energy, time and willingness given that there are no funds?
4) There's a 1000 euro postgradutate course on online journalism, web usability and content management: looks attractive and the possibilities of getting employment contacts are high... but is that the way I want to walk? Will I also get bored of that working field? (as you can see, 2 is directly related to 4)
Anyway, the thing is that it is monday, the beggining of my deep philosophical thinking week, and after shaving the progress to some tangible results has been awesome. I now have 4 options. I hope tomorrow I have many more. I am still not excited enough.

The fruitman in Hong Kong

So here you have me, in front of the skyline of Hong Kong, on this picture that makes me kind of dizzy when I look at it.

But we only live once...

Yesterday night, Jorginho said something that made me think: "you know, I would like to do many things in life... if we had seven lives, I would even have one as a politician; but we only live once, so you gotta choose". Maybe that's my main problem: I want to be so many things.
Here's a list: harmonica blues player, cinema student in Cuba, short-stories writer in Barcelona, millionaire traveller, photographer in Brazil, anthropologist at Berkeley, journalist at Lamma island, editor in New York, chinese teacher in Barcelona, pizza master in Toscana,...
Ok, writing that list was very helpful. I can see myself beign each an every item of the list, and still feel as sad as I am somedays like today. Good relief.

Bored, sad, etc.

Today I feel like saying that life's boring and sad, that blogging is boring and sad, that everything is boring and sad. And it's all because I hate being so far from the person I love, I hate my work and I hate hating. The hatredom somehow finds its way through every corner of my inner and outer world, corrupting it very subtly, so that I in fact think that life's boring and sad. Really, I cannot see myself in two years time. And that kills me.

Back to daily routine

I am back from some of the best three weeks of my life. No, back from the best three weeks of my life. In Hong Kong, Guangzhou and Lamma island. With the one I love. With lots of amazing urban and rural landscapes, but also lots of talking, food, movies and lazy hours just on bed, looking at each other, kissing each other, caressing each other.

Fruitman super star

The fruitman was seen yesterday night wandering around Lan Kwai Fong, a popular nightlife area in Hong Kong. A girl approached the fruitman and asked him whether he was interested in doing a casting for a commercial. The fruitman was suprised. The girl said the fruitman has "character". The fruitman was flattered, and accepted. The fruitman is going now for a casting in Hong Kong.

digital pics

mmm today i got on this bus around hong kong, and took literally hundreds of pictures... colors and movement everywhere, my camera capturing it all... i am sure among a hundred pics, there will be a masterpiece. or sort of.

If you ever

If you ever see this Movenpick ice-cream, creme brule flavour, buy it, eat it and thank the fruitman. It's heaven taste.

Just a week

It's a week for me to leave Hong Kong and get back to work far from my love. From now on, it will be our last monday, our last tuesday, our last wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday and sunday.

Curry

Today I had one of the best curries I have ever had. Man, it's so good when curry is good.
Plus, I also got an harmonica that has me playing it around all the time.
Bad thing: I went to the cinema to watch Collateral, with Tom Cruise. Just another crappy american movie (but the sweet popcorn was sweet, indeed)

do it with one hand

for the first time, i write a post with just one hand. why? cause i fell. i climbed a big rock to take a picture. i got all excited because it was a great picture. i forgot i was on top of a big rock. i walked back. there was no floor to stand on. i fell. i hit my hand. it hurts. i am in hong kong with a hand that hurts. i can't write capital letters.