Friday, December 31, 2010
For laughs, before the party!
Happy New Year! Wishing you lots of fun and funny moments!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Em um jantar muito agradável com o meu querido amigo Guillaume Isnard e sua linda esposa Yoona, aprendi de onde veio uma expressão que tanto usamos:
"ENFIAR O PÉ NA JACA"
Para mim essa expressão vinha do fato de algum sujeito, num lugar tipo Ilha Grande, que tem jaqueiras por tudo quanto é canto, depois de encher o caneco e já bem briaco, dar uma bica em alguma jaca que tenha caido no meio de seu caminho. Engano meu.
Leiam aqui sobre a verdadeira origem da expressão "Enfiar o Pé na Jaca"
- Por Rainer Sousa
Em momentos de alegria, principalmente em festas, deixamos a empolgação tomar conta e acabamos cometendo alguns excessos. No dia seguinte, ainda lamentando a ressaca da noite anterior, somos avisados ou concluímos por si só que enfiamos o pé na jaca. Dessa forma, aprendemos que qualquer tipo de exagero ou comportamento abusivo está associado a essa curiosa expressão.
Para alguns, a imagem de alguém literalmente enfiando o pé na jaca é suficiente para associar a estranha alegoria à situação de exagero. Contudo, esse é um erro de interpretação que nega as verdadeiras origens dessa expressão hoje tão comum. Na verdade, a fruta aqui em questão só apareceu por conta de mais um corriqueiro processo de mutação dos termos idiomáticos.
Nos idos do século XVII e XVIII, o transporte de cargas e mercadorias ganhou grande espaço com a economia mineradora. Naquela época, os tropeiros realizavam esse serviço de distribuição no lombo de mulas geralmente munidas de um grande par de jacás. O jacá era um grande cesto indígena (feito de cipó ou bambu) no qual esses viajantes carregavam suas valiosas mercadorias.
Em algumas situações, os tropeiros interrompiam ou terminavam as suas viagens em uma venda onde se entregavam ao prazer da bebida. Depois de tantos goles, era comum que esses tropeiros passassem por um grande constrangimento na hora de subir no lombo das mulas. Não raro, o pobre tropeiro embriagado acabava enfiando o “pé no jacá” na hora de seguir o seu destino.
De lá para cá, o desuso desse tipo de cesto acabou sendo paralelo à própria transformação do termo. Nessa história, a pobre jaca acabou tomando o lugar do utensílio indígena. Apesar da mudança, o exagero dos tropeiros do século XVIII e dos “baladeiros” modernos continuam a render boas histórias.
Por Rainer Sousa - Graduado em História
Equipe Brasil Escola
A ilustracão eu achei no Google...não tinha autoria.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
I will tell you what I will do. I will triple the number of sun salutations (Surya namaskar) in my morning practice, until I feel that I have cleared my body of all the food and booze of the last few days...
Check out the HEALTH topic on my blog for some serious exercises for your core (hello boys!) and also to read about the TIBETAN RITES.
PS: (the day after!) I did it. About 50 Sun Salutations were incorporated into my Tibetan Rites this morning.
It was lovely,doing my practice in the backyard, together with happy birds, and then a cat...and then my mom's lab that tried really hard to spot me...over and over again. Have you ever tried to do yoga along with a teenager Labrador?
I finally was able to keep him away and did my savasana without being licked in the face a hundred billion times...
Done with my practice.
Birds are still singing, cat still bathing, and as I watch from my bedroom window, Pingo the lab, is practicing some serious downward facing dog!
Friday, December 24, 2010
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
What I am posting today is not really a "quote" but one of the translations of the Sanskrit NAMASTE.
I honor the place in you in which the entire Universe dwells, I honor the place in you which is of Love, of Integrity, of Wisdom and of Peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are One.
Namaste (Devanagari: नमस्ते) is a common spoken greeting or salutation from India
When spoken to another person, it is commonly accompanied by a slight bow made with hands pressed together, palms touching and fingers pointed upwards, in front of the chest. This gesture, called Añjali Mudrā, can also be performed wordlessly and carries the same meaning.
Namaste is one of a small list of Sanskrit words commonly recognized by Non-Hindi speakers.
Namaskār (Devnagari/Hindi: नमस्कार) literally means "I bow to [your] form".
- "I honor the Spirit in you which is also in me."
- "I honor the place in you in which the entire Universe dwells, I honor the place in you which is of Love, of Integrity, of Wisdom and of Peace. When you are in that place in you, and I am in that place in me, we are One."
- "That which is of God in me greets that which is of God in you."
- "The Divinity within me perceives and adores the Divinity within you."
source of info: wikipedia
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Today I went to visit the Real Gabinete Português de Leitura - Built in the Portuguese manueline style in 1837, the gorgeous Portuguese Reading Room houses over 350,000 works, many dating from the 16th, 17th and 18th centuries. It also has a small collection of paintings, sculptures and ancient coins.
shot with my beloved iPhone
- Rua Luís de Camões 30 - Rio de Janeiro
- Rua Luís de Camões 30 - Rio de Janeiro
- 021-2221 3138
- Admission free
One of my VERY favorites, that so much describes what I feel right now*..
"Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment* which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart."
- Martin Luther King, Jr.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
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Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
Sunday, December 12, 2010
I have to say, I LOVE driving the late late night circuit Jardins-Pacaembú. Feeling and listening to the engine and changing gears according to your car's demand is a unique sensation of pleasure. A..mmm... 'velvet pleasure'. Boy, I missed driving. :)
My friend Marcelo Trevisan just sent me this video. I really would not mind at all to be driving a Ferrari through (early morning) Paris either... Ah, the simple pleasures of life....
Friday, December 10, 2010
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Today is the 90th Birthday of the man that got it all started. I saw Brubeck when I was 8 years old and fell in love with him and his music. I was lucky to see him playing with the phenomenal (late) Paul Desmond! Brubeck and Desmond introduced me to my love for Jazz. From that concert on I decided to investigate what that Jazz music was all about! Thank you Sir Brubeck and Happy 90th Birthday!!!
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Ai gente posso ser um pouquinho mázinha?? Ai não resisiti e criei esse
troféu. Não vou dizer o por que, mas, só colocar ele aqui já ta me
fazendo um bem!!! Hehehe!
Eu fiz esse troféu em honra daquelas pessoas MALA que a gente tem que conviver, e muito se esforçar para não mandar o(a) fulano(a) catar coquinho, sabe? Um exercicio ZEN de cada dia....
Nossa, época de natal então o mundo vira um container de avião gigantesco, de mala sem alça! CARACA!
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
Today I woke up with Shakespeare in my mind
Particularly with the Quote "The world is (one's) Oyster" which in fact goes more like "Why then the world's mine oyster, Which I with sword will open."
I decided to post a little explanation of where this interesting quote comes from, for those of you that don't know..
I will not lend thee a penny.
Why then the world's mine oyster,
Which I with sword will open.
Falstaff:The Merry Wives Of Windsor Act 2, scene 2, 2–5
Not a penny.
If you boast that "The world's my oyster" nowadays, you're claiming that the world's riches are yours to leisurely pluck from the shell. The braggart ensign Pistol, however, utters the phrase as a sort of threat—of the aggressively bombastic kind he's known for. Sir John Falstaff, a braggart almost the equal of Pistol, refuses to lend him a penny; Pistol promises to use his sword, if not on Falstaff, then on other helpless victims, to pry open their purses. Pistol's thievish intentions have largely been forgotten, and "The world's my oyster" has become merely a conceited proclamation of opportunity. "If the world is your oyster, you have the ability and the freedom to do anything or go anywhere. You're young and healthy and you've got no commitments, so the world is your oyster."
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
The strongest oak tree of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It's the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun.
- Napoleon Hill
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Yes. Bubby's cappuccino is a work of art. And their extremely delicious and well served brunch dishes are awesome. No wonder people love going there.
If you are looking for a great place to have brunch in NY, try Bubby's
120 Hudson Street
New York, NY 10013
Subway: Franklin Street - IRT
Friday, November 26, 2010
Interesting article by Roger Cohen (NYT)
The Real Threat to America
By ROGER COHEN
LONDON — The full-body scanners and intrusive pat-downs that are fast becoming the norm at U.S. airports — just in time for Thanksgiving! — do at least provide the answer to what should be done with Osama bin Laden if he’s ever captured: Rotate him in perpetuity through this security hell, “groin checks” and all.
He’ll crumple fast and wonder that 19 young guys in four planes could so warp the nervous system of the world’s most powerful nation that it has empowered zealous bureaucrats to trample on the liberties for which Americans give thanks this week.
In his stupor, arms raised as his body gets “imaged,” arms outstretched through “enhanced” patting, bin Laden might also wonder at just how stupid it is to assemble huge crowds at the Transportation Security Administration’s airport checkpoints, as if hundreds of people on planes were the only hundreds of people who make plausible targets for terrorists.
It seems Abdulmutallab, a name T.S.A. agents must now memorize, is to blame. Abdulmutallab is the failed Nigerian “underwear bomber” of last Christmas. He joins the failed shoe bomber and failed shampoo-and-bottled-water bombers in a remarkable success: adding another blanket layer of T.S.A checks, including dubious gropes, to the daily humiliations of travelers.
Whether or not these explosive devices were ever actually operable remains a matter of dispute, just as it remains a mystery that the enemy — if as powerful as portrayed — has not contrived a single terrorist act on U.S. soil since 9/11. What is not in doubt is an old rule: Give a bureaucrat a big stick and a big budget, allow said bureaucrat to trade in the limitless currency of human anxiety, and the masses will soon be intimidated by the Department of Fear.
Lavrenti Beria, Stalin’s notorious secret police chief, once said, “Show me the man and I’ll find you the crime.” The T.S.A. seems to operate on the basis of an adapted maxim: “Show me the security check and I’ll find you the excuse.”
Anyone who has watched T.S.A. agents spending 10 minutes patting down 80-year-old grandmothers, or seen dismayed youths being ordered back into the scanner booth by agents connected wirelessly to other invisible agents gazing at images of these people in a state of near-nakedness, has to ask: What form of group madness is it that forsakes judgment and discernment for process run amok?
I don’t doubt the patriotism of the Americans involved in keeping the country safe, nor do I discount the threat, but I am sure of this: The unfettered growth of the Department of Homeland Security and the T.S.A. represent a greater long-term threat to the prosperity, character and wellbeing of the United States than a few madmen in the valleys of Waziristan or the voids of Yemen.
America is a nation of openness, boldness and risk-taking. Close this nation, cow it, constrict it and you unravel its magic.
There are now about 400 full-body scanners, set to grow to 1,000 next year. One of the people pushing them most energetically is Michael Chertoff, the former Secretary of Homeland Security.
He’s the co-founder and managing principal of the Chertoff Group, which provides security advice. One of its clients is California-based Rapiscan Systems, part of the OSI Systems corporation, that makes many of the “whole body” scanners being installed.
Chertoff has recently been busy rubbishing Martin Broughton, the wise British Airways chairman who said many security checks were redundant — calling him “ill-informed.” Early this year Chertoff called on Congress to “fund a large-scale deployment of next-generation systems.”
Rapiscan and its adviser the Chertoff Group will certainly profit from the deployment underway (some of the machines were bought with funds from the American Recovery and Reinvestment Act). Americans as a whole will not.
Rapiscan: Say the name slowly. It conjures up a sinister science fiction. When a government has a right to invade the bodies of its citizens, security has trumped freedom.
Intelligence has improved beyond measure since 9/11. It can be used far more effectively at airports. Instead of humiliating everyone, focus on the very small proportion of travelers who might present a threat.
You can’t talk down fear simply by calling terrorists “violent extremists,” or getting rid of the color-coded terrorism alert system, as the Obama administration has done. During the Bosnian war, besieged Sarajevans had a word — “inat” — for the contempt-cum-spite they showed barbarous gunners on the hills by dressing and carrying on as normal. Inat is what Americans should show the jihadist cave-dwellers.
So I give thanks this week for the Fourth Amendment: “The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.”
I give thanks for Benjamin Franklin’s words after the 1787 Constitutional Convention describing the results of its deliberations: “A Republic, if you can keep it.”
To keep it, push back against enhanced patting, Chertoff’s naked-screening and the sinister drumbeat of fear.
Thursday, November 25, 2010