Listbot

I have an old email from 1999, when I affiliated as the ListBot, a sort of old database of e-mails. Today, no longer exists.

I know that the Internet is dynamic, but everything related to computers is nostalgic, and it is surprising that it age so fast.

There's another email from the same period, which is a subscription to OneList. I clicked on the link http://www.onelist.com/ and it directed to, well, you know where: Yahoo! Groups.

The ListBot, well, was purchased by, well... Microsoft...

There is a third email that remind me my effort to send my link to a lot of search engines pre-Google, is that where we had to inform the search engines about our existed sites and if they were in the air. Google killed it and a brazilian search engine, http://www.aonde.com/ is to flies.

I lost interest in being part of the generation that created the web. What discouraged me was the failure of the Dot Com in 2000. Internet seemed like magic, but did not , and still does not, make money in the short term. And I, a frustrated businessman, never risked nothing but a bit of my time in this leaky boat. I do not think I did wrong, but by no means cease to blame myself for lack of courage. All because of Steve Jobs.

Speaking about her, our great Steve Jobs, unfortunately, seems to be to serious health problems and can not survive as Patrick Swaize, who died two days ago. Both victims of pancreatic cancer.

Life goes leading the people.

Well, Jobs once convinced a large executive of Pepsi, Sculley, to go to Apple.

But that is another story.

It is for later. I have my roast chicken dinner that my dear wife just bake.

Life goes on in Ribeirão Preto!

After I tell about Jobs and Sculley.

Fruitless plans

I just delete a link in my Favorites menu in Internet Explorer 8 (yes, I'm already in the eighth version!).

It is a page no longer exists. The subject was: Flyex 2008.

It's a long and sad story.

One day she will be counted.

One day ...

Disenchantment of the rock

Rock'n'roll, for me, does not matter anymore.

I do not like Frank Zappa anymore, or any band.

I dunno. It's over.

I see a hairy guy, some rare laggard, one of the few remaining of the many who showed up for that last over, and he seems anachronistic, out of place, out of tune, out of the scheme of things.

I think I'll change my CDs for a few books out there in somewhere old books store.

Rock is out-of-date.

My forgotten blogs

One day I questioned whether I really needed a blog.

The answer comes in the form of facts.

If they are needed or not does not matter.

What matters is that I have six blogs misdeeds, treating a wide variety of subjects, all without depth and without any continuity.

What to do?

I think the solution is finish them.

Finish all, except this.

I can not be polyvalent.

I'm not writing much

Interesting how we're wrong.

My first text on this blog saying that I write a lot every day.

This is not true.

Never was.

What exists is only a will to write a lot every day, but desire is just it: desire.

A year ago that this blog is to flies.

Let's make an effort and try to keep it active.

Today is a good day to start writing again.

Writing much, every day.