whoever told you it’s easy to find music in NYC doesn’t know the city. you have to refine your bullshit detector to get past the marketing smokescreen that surrounds the city.
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me and julio are building our own schedule, here. our rules are:

1. it has to be near, walking-distance near (we live in the east village, so there’s no excuses)
2. the music has to be good, and even (have a definitive style, and control your dj friends)
3. it has to be free, preferably, or at least $5 weekdays, $10 weekends. but if we have to pay, it has to be unforgettable

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so far, we voted:
monday: the cock: it’s hard to find a good ol’ nasty fun in this sanitized city, but this place has it!
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wednesday: (and I mean, today) Lit: we even met michel gondry there (we weren’t really sure it was him, but once the dj played a lot of songs the guy directed - lame! - it became clear for us he was the real guy)

i’m very liberal. i always recommend my gay male friends to do abortion.

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from woostercollective, a graffiti collective blog from the whole world.
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i’m amazed with flickr. cute interface, nice features, the right policy (releasing their API for free to any non-commercial project).
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i was getting worried about my picture collection growing impossibly big because of our new camera (it’s easy to get lost if you don’t index it wisely), but flickr is a good tool, both for image input (by web, mail, desktop app and bookmarklet) and output (groups, calendar, blog feature, this nice zeitgeist flash app on your left…).
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since brazilians are migrating from orkut to multiply, I’m preaching my fotolog friends to move to flickr.

the attack of the zombie friends
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it seems that finally my brazilian friends are realizing the piece of shit orkut is, so they’re flying in droves to multiply. sadly becaus of it, i’m receiving dozen of personal mails inviting me for the system.
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so I reached a gray zone: technically it’s not a spam (it’s directed to me, and from known people) but it feels like one. so I can’t throw my rules on them like I do with spam, because it’s a legitimate measure: after all the’re transplanting their contacts from orkut. but receiving a lot of different mails with a “personal message from {insert friend’s name here}”, telling you the same exact sentence all of them is just creepy!
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I don’t want to go there now (let’s see if it reaches critical mass, so I’ll have no choice than comply to gravity), so i created a “multiply” mail folder, with the sole purpose of putting them out of my view. i have a policy against mail folders, because it clutters the app (it’s fairly easy to create, but also to forget - so what’s the use of having it?), it’s not automatic (i have to create a rule for it to be smart), and it will have smart folders feature - like itunes - on tiger, anyway, so why bother?
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i believe everything in the digital world have to be automated, just because it simplifies your life and hell, that’s the ultimate purpose of a computer. so he’d better be good on it.

a gift, frm a friend
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the good thing about having an obscure blog is the ability to give nice gifts to friends without a pike in your traffic.
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on the zip file, bullet, from allien allien. neat idtag, also. dunno why, i’m all fours to this song.
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social niceties
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here in america, people are so polite that you have to use the thank you, i’m sorry and excuse me cards all the time.
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the good thing is that it really unties your karma, and makes you free to new heights. i know a lot of brazilian friends that prefer to die full of pride and regret than to recognize they’re wrong. the past haunts them precisely because they don’t accept it.
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below are some english/portuguese translations, classical and literal, side by side:
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in brazil, thank you is obrigado (or obrigada if you’re a woman). literally, it means i’m indebted to you. to thank means to recognize any good deed. to say obrigado says you admit you owesomething to the person. certainly nothing to be said carelesly. (some say arigato came from our obrigado, but i’m not sure)
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excuse me is com licença (the “ç” reads as “s”, like in french). so, grant me license (because obviously, you are in the way). for me, excuse means there’s something wrong with you to ask for some room, like if you are in an inferior position. although both agree the power is with the other one (hence the asking), in portuguese, you don’t apologize for the asking. in fact, you can ask as if it’s mandatory (dá licença), and you are just excercizing your right.
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i’m sorry is me desculpa. literally, unguilt me. come on, that’s sweeeeet. in english you are just relating your mood, but in portuguese, you are asking for forgiveness, to untie you and let you free again. you not only accept that you are guilty but understand and inform the only person that can set you free is the one you hurt. so, here in america you can say i’m sorry to nearly anything sad that happens to someone (because you are just showing that you are sympathetic to their loss). try to do it in portuguese, and it makes no sense at all - why should you apologize for something that’s is not your responsibility?

fitting in the picture
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i missed one of my tarot cards. working with less than the 22 cards is not only bad mojo but unpractical. the deck keeps bleeping you with warnings, that at first you think it’s about the situation you asked, and then you recognize it’s a malfunction.
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i’m very chaotic myself, and i interpret the card wants to get some fresh air, so i must not use the tarot for a while.
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this time, the card i lost was the hanged man. sacrifices. the inversed. if sometimes you have to go backwards first to move forward, this card is the backward stuff. reversal of ethics, distrust in stablished institutions, karma. paying the price for the others. humiliation and burning of material things.
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so, i’m using a “joker” card, a spare one, introductory to the tarot. and everytime i face this imageless card, i picture the hanged man in front of me. or try to.
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i dreamed i was in a party with my rio friends, but they didn’t let me get in… humiliating me, even more because the host was a friend i helped a lot, and for free. i was feeling confused and betrayed.
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then, someone told me they wanted me to get into the mood of the hanged man, so i could be used to model it. it was a trap. damn inner me, they wanted to correct a flaw wiring me to the engines!
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damn creep!