The moral of the story

I have a lot of stories to tell. I still have a lot of ideas to be thought, preached,  diffused. And have a lot of plans, all very good.

I have a lot of books with a lot of cool things to be discussed.

My stories and ideas are poor? I do not know. Perhaps they are, maybe not.

So why write them?

Because it feels good. For that reason alone.

But, if I do only what I think good, how I find time to do a thing what needs to be done, but it is not hot?

But what is not good?

What I nedd to do, but not like to do? 

Finances?

But I like it!

What I dislike is the monopoly of a single vice.

Yes, I can admit that what I do constantly ends up being part of me as an addiction, even though the word "addiction" is not exactly appropriate, because it has a bad connotation. What is "habit" then.

My habits make me?

I do not know, but a habit that monopolizes all my time is not a good habit.

Only a habit that produces something valuable can have a monopoly of the time, but if the habit is to write, which valuable produces a history?

Sometimes, I think the best you can produce is a moral at the end.

But a mania must have a moral justification for its existence?

The stories that I write need a moral background that justifies them, as they are first written to satisfy my selfish compulsion to write? And if they have no moral background? What is the problem?

A moral background is just a gimmick for the readers?

What sin in writing for pleasure?

I read "Alice in Wonderland."

I will not go away talking about this book, but the theme of morality necessarily lead me to it.

There are between their characters an ugly Duchess lives trying to find a moral to each story.

I can not tell if the author, Lewis Carol, had someone in mind when he created this character. In this case, it was the opposite: the addiction was not the stories without morals, but the search for a moral obligatory. A story without a moral was not a story.

I do not know if facts need a moral at the end.

Some things just happen, but we can't draw any kind of lesson from them. They are mundane or amazing by themselves.

Moral of the story: stories need not be moral.

This conclusion brings me a very suspicious relief and sounds like a sign saying "smoking is good for health."

Would you believe in an announcement like this?

The cover of the agenda

Whenever I think about this blog, I remember that I have somecalendars with nice notes. I also remember that I have three computers and many hundreds of books. And I have many music CDs, CDs with softwares and games, DVD movies and documentaries and curiosity by millions of cool sites on the Internet wich are waiting me to be seen. That's a lot, but the day has only a few working hours.

But since was thinking the agenda, I could at least put her photo in this blog. But how?

I have a flatbed scanner, but it is the old PC, but old PC is too slow and not allow me to transfer data to new PC, because it has no USB port. Scan a cover of an agenda seems difficult? To me, it's a problem.

Transfer the old PC scanner for new PC? No way, at least for now. Takes a long time with cables, drivers and settings. Forget it.

I still have a 9-megapixel digital camera. But I still do not know uses it. Just bought it and I left in a drawer. I don't have time and patience to install the software on a CD that comes with the camera, and still need to read manuals and Helps to operate both the camera and the software.

Finally, now I has a webcam, those used in Microsoft Messenger.

Is that good?

I do not know. Never tried it. But the problem remains. It takes time.

Here is a task that challenges me to face it. I know it's only the cover of a calendar, but she refuses to turn into a jpg image of my dear blog.

If you take the trouble to read my next posts, do not be surprised if you see the cover of the agenda in one of them, because now I was challenged publicly.

Let's see if life is so difficult as it sounds.

But, magic: look at the cover of the agenda!

The eternal backup

I lost some time today doing a backup of this blog.

Anyone who has lost something that liked and that was seemingly secure in HD from any computer or on any server on the Internet?

One day you wake up and your HD is gone. Where are your loved files?

No, there is no insurance against lost drives. It is a drama that can make a person crazy.

But the data that are on the internet? And our dear blogging? And if one day I go with my browser to the page of my  loved blog and he no longer exists? Where are my  perfect writings? The provider will regret and apologize and give discounts, but will not make born again he inspired and sublime text. If I do not do a backup of these beautiful texts, and do it fast, I run the risk of falling into oblivion after a bug or virus. Fire, bugs, viruses and neglect companies can destroy the work of years of innocent people. So do not be afraid to make a backup of everything you produce, whether in HD, or in the blogs of life. One day they might be gone.

But, and after?

One day, when I die, everything I wrote would be deleted. The things I write are important only to me.

I can get a crowd of fans, as a famous poet or old singerman, but nobody will care to put my writings available to the world. Everything will be forgotten.

And my papers, my documents, my tax bills, my financial bills, my paid bills, my property tax? What will become of my paper files?

 Nothing.

Nothing will be done them. Someone with a bit of bad humor will put everything in the nearest garbage can.

Why think that?

Ah! It's just an addiction in strategic thinking. It's just habit of thinking in long term. That's it.

The addiction of the storyteller

I think that writing is actually an addiction.

I've always been a person thoughtful against addictions. I've been a smoker and I know there are addictions and addictions. Smoking, drinking, using drugs, eating or not eating, exercising or sleeping too much, talking on the phone or driving a car, car care, wash car rubbishs, using internet, pornography online, games, chat and messenger, and write blogs.

All the above examples are vices, but the vice of writing is interesting. You do something and think about this as something would make a good story. You remember something and think how cool would be that memory in your blog, in his biography, on the television screen, in a mini-series, in a movie.

They are journeys without any fruit.

But we have other addictions, such as the organization's damn addictive, the habit of the order, the vice of all-knowing, and the habit of right making, not to mention the addiction of no-take-out, or rather, the habit of saving all.

And because every addiction consumes a world of time, we are not happy people. Attend an addiction implies disregard others who are itching in our minds as open wounds.

I will think a little more about these damn addiction ...

I know you will kill all these lions, but...

One step at a time, as if life would never end. That's how things should be done.

You control your finances?

If not control, should control. And if you control, you lose a lot of time, you know that could be used to see some cool movies on television, or to hear a pleasant sound in the room, or to give that journey that you are promising yourself for a long time.

 

What comes first: the finances or health?

No matter: you do not have time for any of the two.

If you make a monstrous effort, You'll have money and health, but not time to spend money and use your body healthy for anything else, but to work.

And the songs? And the movies?

Make an effort and put a CD with those tasty ballads while sending emails, receiving bills, take a walk.

And their dreams and infallible plans?

Projects are in the drawer, I know. Or are in the agenda, well-noted, because you know it's a hardworking person and one day put into practice all his plans.

One day you will do everything, will go to everywhere and be able to establish order and everything. Everything will has a label, because everything is in your corner, and life will flow like clockwork.

But everything has its time and in the end, you will write your biography, to your great grandchildren to know that the good world they live in was built with hard work and sweat by the ancestors, and that they should stop being lazy and potheads.

 

Yeah, I know you will do the trick.

Good luck, but do not forget that old CD of ballads in the mountain of junk near the TV.

Think about tomorrow without forgetting today.

Sing a little.

False News: My blog about lies

I just gave a renewed on my blog False News.

Now he's with photos and is pretty cool.

The address is False News and I think his idea is very valid.

Check it.

The government confirms: freedom of expression will be taxed.

Editor: The government intends to tax the freedom of expression, but no society should shut up. If the rate falls on the news, the tax cheat is lying. Lie: come cheap and it's fun!
Population adheres to the wave of false news.
Liars gather in public and play for free.

Why use an agenda?

I started using a agenda in 1999.

What is an agenda, exactly?

Basically, it's a notebook with some facilities, but like any notebook, your goal is to receive notes that deserve to be remembered. We do not need to write down things, but is always best to note them, because we do not have a reliable memory. The fact that we can forget things like names, phone numbers, dates and appointments is not a triviality. Forgetfulness is a strong indication that our brain does not contain an excessive mass of information for a long time. Hence the importance of writing as an extension of our memory. We think, remember, note, and then forget safely, because we just need to open the schedule and our memory is instantly recovered.

But in what moment of my life in particular I had awareness that I needed an agenda?

Because until then, I'd survived quite well without one, and millions of people continue to survive without their. There was some fact that has induced me to use a calendar? Or I come to the conclusion that I needed a paper extension of my memory based only on my conjectures and experience?

Who or what influenced me? How great was my need to record information on a piece of paper at the time of my life?

Original date of creation of this text: Saturday, September 17, 2005 18:49:39

Building the future from the past

There is a phrase that struck me in a profound way:

"To plan your future seriously, it is necessary to understand and evaluate your past"This phrase was coined by Og Mandino, in his book "The University of Success".

Evaluate the past is a concept that recalls Freud, psychoanalysis, children's trauma and developmental stages with strong sexual connotations, an approach of human being which I do not like, although I not a psychologist. But, in general, for some time that sentence made ​​sense. Of course I now do not take it so seriously, but it was the basis for serious efforts I have done since I read it.

Seeking to understand the past, I began rummaging through forgotten things, characters already killed, remembrances and written memoirs. I do not know if this trip to the self-museum served for a good planning to the future, but the tour made ​​me realize that the past worths by its own, regardless of the utility that may have as support for future planning.

Where starts my past?

The question has no clear answer, but in search for answers, I inevitably come to a period of time prior to my existence.

I was born in 1970, but my past is remote. Until where memories are still preserved, my past begins in the nineteenth century ...

May no longer be the case for believing that should build a future based on the past, but it seems to me that is no longer possible to live without first reconstructing the past from the ruins left over in the minds which are slowly fading .

Reconstructing the past is to fight for the light is not extinguished.

It is, therefore, a worthy and honorable task to be performed.

Long life, new look

This blog already has a long life and needed a new face.

Looking back, reread my first posts on this blog, I realize that:

The layout is bad.

My name is not complete.

My mood of the day has never been changed and no longer reflects reality.

My appearance, my avatar is a waste.

My promises were not fulfilled.

Texts without pictures are visually poor.

Somehow, there is no harmony of fonts, sizes and colors.

Thus imbued with spirit and time, I decided a shakeup in this blog.

 I took the following action:

I changed the layout to something simple and basic, adult, serious and monochrome. Only text and images without explosions of colors and themes. Simple ...

The name of the blog now reflects my full name. What have I to fear?

There's no one my mood of the day, but what I write. I ended up with him.

My appearance does not matter. Disappeared with her.

My promises were not kept, I admit, but at least they were not forgotten, thanks to this blog, which is a real time capsule. I will resume my promises ...

I'm adding images in each text. It looks so much better ...

I'm harmonizing the fonts and sizes. It is also better.

I hope it lasts for a few long years!

A some cultivated blog

My blog is almost four years and, unfortunately, is not the most visited in web: only 910 visits. If we do the math, they are only 250 people per year, or something around one person per day.

It's not enough ...

What impact causes my texts in people who read them?

I can not say. As for me, I have not read anyone's blog, I can not assess the degree of influence that texts in blogs usually have on people.

Anyway, the best way to face a hit counter to a small value is with a mixture of patience and challenge.