The inert bureaucracy, the old man and the corpse

Close my hours today with a flurry of writings on bureaucracy. I'd like to make life simpler, but I can not. There's an inertia that is from life itself: nothing changes overnight. It takes years and years for the changes are noted, and we are more like trees than with rats. We are slow and not very adaptive, but yet with all this slowness, we are as plentiful as rats! But who said that the slower trees are not plentiful? Slowness does not imply scarcity.

In the morning, I heard Bach and his violin concerts. They give an incredible peace, and wondering what he had in mind when he composed his works in anonymity. I saw an old man being supported by a young girl for a morning walk. I thought of the day it occurs to me: live long enough to be supported? Do not know, but a fragile body still deserves a little sunshine on a cold morning.

I was mulling over the day is in our Darwinian world, we should reward the victors or to punish them, helping the losers. The State should seek equality of citizens, but will be a mission possible?

So I gave to myself the answer: if I were poor, would find it bad to be helped by stronger through the State? The answer is obvious: I've been helped ...

Then, finally, a body buried by mistake in a little city in São Paulo State ends just like a lot of bones inside a dark hole. Treated as the remains of an indigent, the body was mixed in a world of other bones, and the family can never give the bones a decent and final place.

The lesson is clear: even in death, you can get into trouble!

Well worked day

You know what is a well worked day?

It is the day that you did not see the hours pass, involved in a sea of ​​paperwork, and after many phone calls and a lot of query  in databases, you can send that pile of document folders that was on his desk since 2003, with yellow covers  and weighing five pounds.

One of these days is remarkable. Nobody thanks, nobody notices, nobody celebrates, but it is a milestone in your ability to work, proof that you can start things and that things can be concluded, despite the endless bureaucracy. You do not going to let the world succumb to slumber worthy of "The Trial", by Kafka, because you do not submit to this philosophy, you are not compliant, or consent to this national crime, who is the incompetence. You will not admit whether to build the bridges connecting nothing to nothing, and you will not admit that a airport, it cost 100 milion dollars, be stopped one year depending upon your simple signing, or a meaningless and unknown bureaucrat.

 

No, you do not allow ...

With you, every day is a well-worked, even if you is a mere civil servant.

No, you are not allows  for less ...

Buying time

If there is something I appreciate, is the time.

But it was not always so. There was a time I did not understand the brevity of life. Thinking as I think today, I was as naive, and I also see how many billions of people do not realize this fate: the time is short, very short. Too short ...

I try to enjoy the time, but it is scarce. Not that I have a lot of things to do. Yes, it is true, but even the few things elected to be made ​​primarily require more time than we imagine it would take before the choose to do.

The day is short: I sleep eight hours, and work another eight hours. I spend another hour in traffic and another hour for meals. I shower and go to the bathroom, and is done: remaining four, five hours at most.

I can not sleep less. If I could, I would sleep even more. Sleep's quality of life. So the secret of life is not working eight hours a day. But how?

One idea is to make lots of money, and then stop working, living from income.

But what chance we have to make lots of money and then stop, winning with it nine or ten free hours more per day?

I do not know, but this question is the center of my thoughts recently. If I want to do more than I've been doing, I need time. But first I need to buy it. Money, then, means freedom.

Until I gain a few million and I retire, I live with my work, stealing bits of time between a little job and another, like a bureaucratic rat, a small saboteur of the system, which insists on doing more than it should, but not exactly what the system needs.

Ah! I have to do something that compensates for this small crime, but what?

Blog and movies

Lately, I've been writing about dreams. But not only: I've been watching DVD movies like never before. I also have heard a lot of cool music. My blog, "Amazing Dreams", goes well. I put some pictures that give some guidance to the reader, and I think dreams are legal.

Movies are many, but even those who are bad, end up being good.

It has one, "The Hills Have Eyes," which is pretty trash, with much fake blood and a lot of insanity and sadism, but has some very interesting scenes. Thinking that the United States did 331 open-air nuclear tests from 1945 to 1962, an average of 20 tests per year, it is still scary. The film is a critique of this, and the scenes of the New Mexico desert, with its old houses with dolls, its craters and burned their cars is frighteningly nostalgic. I think the 50s were the most idiotic years of the century. Sure, the 20s were very silly, and the years before 1914 were also naively romantic and Victorian. But the rise of the American way of life and their trinkets and their boasting was tragic. Scenes from the beginning of the film is staggering, although the rest is hurting bad.

Finally, I'm listening to classical soundtracks. Very good, if I think I bought a box of six CDs with only songs that were classic movie themes for a pittance. But who would buy this kind of music? Further, who would buy any kind of music today? Even I, who not like much gadgets, won a MP4. It is inevitable ...

Finally, there is my computer, which does not help. Migrate data from an old Pentium 266 to a new PC is not easy. At this time, I think the MP4 will be more than useful.

And there remains the question of the lottery. What question is this?

Well, lets to the next post ...

 

The public record

It seems that what is not written falls into oblivion. So why not register incredible dreams?

I know that dreams are very personal things, very intimate, but also cool stuff to be shared. Of course I will not put on the Internet no dream too intimate or anything outrageous or compromising.

But what is a dream compromising? To dream that commit a crime, and then confess that I am, in a dream, a murderer? No, this is not the most serious problem. If something like that, it seems quite interesting ...

I know if many people read about my dreams, could have a peculiar idea of my personality, my person, and also there are dreams that, for being too personal, did not arouse interest in anyone, may be dreams taxed as dumb, silly dreams, dull and stupid dreams, but that's okay. In fact, nobody reads anything that comes from me, because I do not advertise and I'm not very regular with my blogs, but if they read, I would certainly be criticized.

Of course the first dreams were also published on the blog were the first to be recorded on the day that were dreamed, and therefore, I did not have much tact in the choice of the dream. The first are not up to much, but there are indeed very nice dreams. I think anyone who likes fantasy, exoticism, mystery, horror, science fiction, futurism, disaster, panic, will have fun with the reports.

Try it!

 

Still active

Still alive, and writing.

I've been putting into words a series of dreams I've been having in recent years. But to make things public, I created the blog "Amazing Dreams". Is still in early stages, but it is firm.

Long time! ...

Long time no write anything on this blog ...

What happens is that I've not to much to say ... and this is what I said on September, 15, 2004, in the last post that talked about the movie "Olga". It's seven months of  symptomatic silence: something happened in the meantime, but what? I do not know. Just know that I've been reading my previous writings on this blog and I thought I write nice ... I'll move on ...

Greetings to Pope John Paul III!

And here's a prediction: the next pope will be North American, to joy and sorrow of many! I tell you...

Olga and information in a Blog abandoned to the flies

This blog goes abandoned to the flies. Suddenly, it gave me feeling I having nothing to say to the world, not worthy subject to be discussed. Not that I've had no living in the meantime. Not so. I've been doing things: reading compulsively, buying books compulsively, thinking about unsolvable problems until you have vertigo, watching movies, like "Olga" ...

Oh, Olga deserves some comments.

She, the actress, is beautiful!

Talking Seriously, I think it is symptomatic the fact that a German woman has become a brazilian heroine. Why? Is missing native women with courage? Have we our own prejudices? I think sometimes that yes: another hero on the brazilian screens was Guevara, who just happens to be an argentinian. And let's be honest, Cazuza, a relatively famous brazilian singerman who died with AIDS, there was not no hero. An anti-hero, say, but not an example to follow, I think. Yes, we have Senna, that the Globo TV insists  want to do he is like a national hero, and people urges to swallow this bullshit. I think, in fact, it's just a matter of time before he leaves the screen, like Renato Russo, another supossed loved brazilian leader band who died with AIDS. But what about the heroes? Lacerda, a comunist? Maybe, I liked him ...

 

Speaking seriously about Lacerda, imagine that an avenue or a main square of modern Germany in Berlin was called Avenue, or Square, Adolf Hitler. What about that? A scandal, is not it? For Brazil, the stature of a dictator like Getúlio Vargas, one president, still arouses longing, fifty years after his suicide. Why? Insufficient heroes in politics? Or, Vargas was not actually a real dictator? Oh, every little town in Brazil has a square or avenue named "Getulio Vargas". Why? Oh, he was a man of vision and modernized the country. Sure, but China is also modernizing under the communist boot. I could bring progress wrapped in blood.

It's Enough. For those who had nothing to say, I already said too much ...

One thing more holding my attention: the explosion of knowledge. The biblical apocalypse predicted: "... and knowledge shall increase ..."

Adding this multiplication to the fact that there is not in fact true knowledge, but only propositions that the authors want us to accept as true, and we must resign ourselves to the work of filtering from the information explosion what really matters.

I think the explosion of knowledge may be a problem very soon. Our knowledge will destroy us like a biblical plague if they do not restrict ourselves to its potential effects.

But this explosion is a topic for another day.

For now, let me away the flies from that blog with the little words I have on hand.

Collateral

I just watched Collateral, with Tom Cruise. A movie that has nothing more, unless senseless violence and sadness. However, there is at least one deeply philosophical scene. The close death of people hatches, and we feel bad in front of a corpse. This past week I had the misfortune to see in person a corpse wrapped in a blanket on a street in the path between my house and my service. One man died of cardiac arrest at around nine in the morning, sweltering by the heat of Goiânia, Brazil, by the fat in the blood, the blood pressure, by age, by a set of factors. Nothing could be done and the body was there, in the street, when I go to the service. This is not common. Death is not pleasant. But Vincent, the assassin played by Tom Cruise, reminds the shocked taxi driver that in Rwanda thousands of people died in a very few days, a human massacre only surpassed in quantity and speed for the massacres of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but the taxi driver felt nothing against Rwandan catastrophe. Vincent also claims that we are nothing  in a meaningless cosmos, and that to kill or die means nothing,  pessimistic like Schopenhauer.

At the end of the movie, after watched the Beslan massacre,  there is impression that it's a sad time. Since September 11, exact three years we have witnessed massacres continuosly. New York, Washington, Pennsylvania, Madrid, Beslan, Moscow, Baghdad, Fallujah, Najaf, Stambul, Abu Grabi, Guantanamo, Tel Aviv, Gaza, just to name the most famous. In fact, we need not even refer to our cosmic insignificance to minimize the death of a single human being. Just take it in comparison to the atrocities that we are almost getting used to seeing every day in the international news.

We live in a new crusade? Maybe, but either way, we are going through difficult times.

And what about Brazil? I do not know which is worse: terrorism militancy with political and religious and even economic background, or cultural terrorism that silently plagues our country. In fact, this kind of terrorism makes me appalled and outraged that massacres of tens of innocent civilians. No, I am not indifferent to the death of anyone, but I am especially outraged by the culture massacre that are submitted, we, Brazilians, by the media of our poor country.

I felt that we are on a dangerous course when I watched for a few seconds, by chance, a "Gugu Liberato" tv show, one Sunday, seven in the evening, at the height of the weekly general audience, when millions of citizens from all social strata are glued to front of the TV. It is not difficult for someone who does not see the  open and free television programs to realize that what the media does, or tries to do with all of us is much more cruel than what they do in groups of suicide bombers fighting for their causes, whether are. I believe that is not Gugu himself  who is behind something so low, so horrifying, as the program that has the job of presenting. Brazilian television as a disservice to the nation that actually we, brazilians, do not need enemies, our own media is our enemy more powerful than any other form of threat, internal or external. Subtle, it condemns generations of millions of citizens to ignorance, pettiness, superficiality, banality on such a scale that does not surprise me to see Brazil go through a process of stupefaction of the population such that it will eventually lead the country to a state of barbarism in which we never in our entire history. We will be, or already are, a stupid country whose range of values ​​was turned upside down under a subtly brainwashed filed by a lot of Gugu and Faustão (Big Faust, a plumper and horrible guy, showmaker)  by "Big Brother" and "Artist' s Home", by ridiculous soap operas in afternoons and nights, by pornographic musical groups, the culture of malice and double entender, the apology of trickery, stuck in the queue and the bad check, the deification of Nelson Rodrigues, a pornographic writer, and its popular and cheap movies, therefore, a pseudo-culture of a country that has never produced anything has cultural value and timeless character globally recognized. Yes, we have culture, but not in quality and in sufficient quantity to make our people better citizens. And if the television as a means unquestionable technological efficiency, can not contribute, should not therefore harm. The ruling elite of Brazil and the media's  businessmen will prove the own poison. The monster that Gugu and Faustão feed one day will eventually eat all of the elite first, and yourself, then, in his eagerness to ignorance.

But ignorance is just a collateral effect in the search for one more point in television audience measurement.