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sábado, dezembro 23, 2006

Xmas 

We'll be back.

But first, as it can not be helped, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

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segunda-feira, dezembro 18, 2006

Brand new 



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sexta-feira, dezembro 15, 2006

Queens 

Where have you gone again my sweet?
Everybody wants to know
Where have you gone again my sweet?
Everybody wants to know
Where you gone?
I'm just a ghost, i'm on your street
Waitin', when you comin' home?
Gone so long
Where you gone?
On a long slow goodbye?
On a long slow goodbye...
In every voice, i hear you speak
Waitin' by the telephone
I close my eyes, i just can't sleep
Roll and tumble all night long
All night long
Where you gone?
I close my eyes, i just can't sleep
Where have you gone again my sweet?
On a long slow goodbye?
On a long slow goodbye...
Goodbye

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Rambunctious 

Noisy and lacking in restraint or discipline

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Cool 

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Wool 



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quinta-feira, dezembro 14, 2006

É 

Confidence: the feeling you have before you understand the situation

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Pois 



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quarta-feira, dezembro 13, 2006

Too many 


Emperor Joseph II, to Mozart: My dear young man, don't take it too hard. Your work is ingenious. It's quality work. And there are simply too many notes, that's all. Just cut a few and it will be perfect.


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segunda-feira, dezembro 11, 2006

Pois 

Clutter and confusion are failures of design, not attributes of information.

Edward Tufte

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domingo, dezembro 10, 2006

Attending 

Circling over the airport, waiting for the fog to clear; asked for coffee, she said none left, I said just fine.

But she later produced it, fresh and topped with a smile.

Worst of all, she was pretty as the devil.

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Nham 

'Artistically speaking, I have never been able to possess anything to my heart's content or even truly to bite into it - no mortal has achieved this, not even the greatest poets or painters - and in that desperate hunger for the absolute and for some total fulfilment which the sight of beauty still stirs in me, I am somehow reduced to the humble expedient of eating or making love'.

Romain Gary, Promise at dawn

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