Tujuguaba

I just made ​​available on Scribd what I've written about my past until I was fourteen years old, in the village of Tujuguaba.

I know it's not enough, when I think of much that I might have written if I had more desire and more time, but otherwise it's very up, knowing in advance that no one cares for it and nobody will even read anything that is writing.

No matter, because I promised I would write and make available to the world what I wrote.

It's a few, I know, but it is a promise that will be fulfilling.

Yes, I try to keep my own promises.

Storyteller

I like reading, but also love to write.

Many of the things I write here are written in a superficial and random way. In fact, I would like to write short stories, short stories from my real life.

I enjoy writing, realy.

For example, why not tell how I came across my first self-help book?

Better, why not tell the story of my first encounter with a real book?

Yes, I guess blogs are not suitable for telling stories, so I created a website. There is nothing in it yet, but the sites are the best places to write stories.

About what could I write? About everything.

Where to begin?

By the beginning?

But then, I never get the latest stories, because I think any thing is worthy of interest, since I remember this thing.

What is the reason to write about everything? Write about all for simple pleasure of writing?

I do not know, I do not know.

But I'll write my stories and I will publish them on my site and I'll disclose it at this blog for myself, because no one will read anything at all, neither the blog or website.

I'll do it from my way...

Self-help books

I said I like to read and actually read a lot.

Then one day I came across a book of self-help and he helped me very much.

Now, I do not know if I've learned is still useful or not.

I do not know, and I think this is a good place to talk.

Yes, talk about self-help!

In English...

For all intents and purposes, I'm translating this blog (originally written in Portuguese) into English.

I created a new blog, identical to that one, with the same posts in the same order, finally, I clone it, only using Google Translator.

Yes, I know, it does not work so round, and no, I'm not a big star in English, but better something  is flawed, but overall, than something perfect, but limited.

Let's see what happens ...

My passion for books

I've talked about some of my tastes, such as listening to music, writing, etc.. I said I like airplanes and I was military. I posted about my failures sites and some issues that I have been addressing: ecology, safety, consumerism, mysteries.

But I do not talk about my passion for books.

Yes, I love to read.

I love bookstores, libraries, old books stores and e-books websites.

I read a lot, really. All the time.

I have hundreds and hundreds books in my house. I have hundreds and hundreds e-books on my computer.

I have a widely varied interests related to  almost everything that is written and published.

I do not know exactly how many books I have, nor how many I read. But I know that books are fundamental things to me. Read, I think, is almost an addiction.

Here is a good use for this blog: talking about books.

That's what I intend to do.

If you also really likes to read and would like to exchange ideas about books in general, this can be a good blog to follow.

Soon, I'll post about my first readings.

It is this: without much delay.

No fiddle-faddle.

Prolix, I?

I have a strong tendency to be a prolix writer. I start thinking in something and end up losing the way.

I think people in general already do not like to read, further read about things that no interest them and over, confused things. Then I need to be more short, sharp, dry.

That's what I try to make with my writings from now.

No, that does not mean I'm gonna be posting on Twitter.

I do not know what this means ...

Confused blogs, filters of socialization and urgent questions

I have broken my head with this blog, because, as I try to understand what exactly a blog is and what it serves, I can not reach any firm conclusion.

What's more, I've done an honest intellectual effort to understand this new tool, not so new as well.

This my effort includes to read a specific number of books on the subject, written recently by leading experts, but still seems very unclear.

Then I've had a number of difficulties in organizing  what I call simply "my ideas", "my memories", "my agenda 99", etc.. It is not so simple as it sounds, because my ideas are a lot, my memories even more and my agenda is extremely confusing. I have had great difficulty in organizing my thoughts in a clear way so that I can put any kind of useful text in my blog.

It is true that much of what leads me to write a blog is happy to just write and then post what I write to the world, except that nobody reads, except me. Not even my wife takes the trouble to read my posts, because I not do some advertising to anyone in an active way. At most, now and then I put some kind of link in a disclosure group on Orkut and stop in it. No one reads or comments, or anything. Only I do read my own writing.

So even though the world has access to my blog, he, the world, is not very interested in knowing what is in it, nor do I have much interest in releasing it to the world. The thing will be right only by chance, and I do not know no case of online success driven by chance. I'm not so good that takes half a dozen souls to spread to the world what I write only because it is this or that. In fact, the web is full of good people writing, and people far more tenacious and ambitious as well.

In short: I can not count with luck if I want someone reading my blog, including people very close to me. People simply have more to do.

But my blog could be useful to me at least, its most loyal and interested reader. But he has not, necessarily.

My blog has not been useful because it reflects the disorganization and lack of goals that reigns in my own thoughts and ideas. How can I organize a blog if my head is not organized?

And then, not everything that I think should be published. Not everything I do must be made public.

So here's another problem: what to publish and what not to publish. I have still no control on this filter that I'm sure, must apply to everything I think.

So here we go. Everything is a matter of socialization.

What does this mean?

What is socializing?

I have read and thought about it a lot lately too. As the subject blog has been a problem for me, the socialization issue also has me intrigued.

What socializing has to do with what rank or leave to post in my blog?

What socializing has to do with the filter I use to decide what to publish or no publish? In other words, what asking a filter must do to a text or a subject or idea in order to reach a definitive answer like: this subject, text or idea can or should be made public, be disclosed, socialized, promoted, advertised, or should not?

This is a good question and needs to be answered quickly.

What question is this?

But the answer to this question is not exhaustive.

It remains to organize my thoughts, goals, my lot of intellectual input that clutter boxes of emails, drafts in digital files, diaries and notebooks, PDAs and Web sites, books and magazines, papers and boxes of files, objects and memories. It is much to be organized.

How to organize it all?

These simple questions are already helping to organize ideas, and there is already a relatively organized, despite the apparent confusion. So this blog is not as useless as well, at least for me.

It remains to become socially useful.

So what is it that can be both useful to me as to others?

I do not know, but I think better on this issue, but not now.

Stay for a next post, which I do not know when will come.

Wait, wait, wait ...

I love airplanes

I said I wrote many letters from the time I left home when I was seventeen and went to the barracks.

Yes, I went to the Brazilian Air Force.

I loved airplanes.

I still love airplanes.

I can not say exactly what happened to my life that led me away from them as a profession, since I left the Air Force in 1995. I do not know what led me to reconnect them, but I can not but admit that I love airplanes.

I also loved the wars. I did not understand, I could not understand, I was really too young, too naive, too raw to understand intellectually the wars as they really are, so loved militarism in general. I loved everything about studying World War II, about the Vietnam War and especially the Falklands War.

It's a long story.

I was twelve years old when the Falklands War broke out. It was this war that I had contacted all about militarism. Hence wanting to be military was a leap. I ended up being one of them, but something went wrong along the way and the dream faded quickly.

Today, I do not believe in war. I study them with great curiosity, but I do not see them as a deed of glory, but made of pain and suffering, and do not wish to be wars carried out or extended, or planned, nor romanticized. Wars are all bad, without exception.

 

But airplanes are a separate story. Whether civilian or military aircraft, are magnificent machines.

Interestingly, I have no desire to fly. Or like simulation games.

I do not know, but there is something interesting in my interest in stories of war and aviation technology. Indeed, at one time I loved astronautics, space race, rockets and satellites, spaceships and probes. I dreamed of being an astronaut, like all boys have dreamed one day.

But that dream has passed. As life goes on!

Now, I'm a bureaucrat, a government official, a accommodated, a cynical and skeptical. I am a sort of mulch stripped of illusions.

But the letters show that I has been different.

And the piles of magazines prove that loved aviation aircraft more intensively.

If only I had become a mechanical engineer, but no.

I ended up became a business administrator. A businessman who insists on bureaucracy, without faith, or heat, or hopes.

Why follow our life so strange directions? 

About the things I wrote

I said in my first post in this blog I write a lot, every day.

It is not true.

I wish I could write all day, but I can not. I have much to do, although this 'to much' does not mean it's necessarily more important than writing. Much of what I do is trivial, but still, the banalities are important part of life.

Still, writing is not the most important thing I do in life, definitely.

Anyway, we should not now discuss why I do not write every day. It just convenient to make a summary of what I wrote. So, after this overview, I have a real idea of how much I write and how much I wrote.

In retrospect, it seems little. Looking from another angle, it seems like a lot.

I started writing when I was literate, at preschool. But nothing remains of that era. I have a few books in high school, and I confess that I did not even look at them in search of some writing or text that was my original authorship. Maybe there are some. It would be interesting to read them to see the young man I was, or what I thought a long time ago.

What's sure is that from July 1987 I started to write enough letters to my family, because this time I left home and went to the barracks, and then even use the phone was something forbidding. So, I used a lot of paper and pen to communicate with my family and some dear friends.

Well, I have kept dozens of these letters since that time.

I keep them as precious, and I want to scan them and save them in digital format for posterity. I think this a very cool thing to read about what we thought about old joys and old problems, now all resolved and forgotten. As life goes on!

I started writing hard in the barracks, in writing courses. The methods adopted were the most stringent possible, and interestingly, did awaken in me the creativity and dreams.

I then proceeded to write short stories, small annoyances, which served as entertainment for my brother as I finished my course in military training and went to work at an air base.

There were dozens, perhaps hundreds of absurd short stories.

In the end, I put it all together and created a book whose more appropriate name to be given was "Neurons in Fury!."

Never had the courage to show it to anyone, but my brother liked nonsense and showed few stories to my friends of youth.

Finally, I ended up passing the text from paper to computer and now Neurons in Fury! is available for the whole world, for free, in two very popular sites: Scribd and Bookess.

I have not stopped writing. But I wrote after deserves a post aside.

I think I have written a book of concatenated short stories as Neurons in Fury! even when I was 22 years old was a beautiful done.

Of course after that I gave a polishing in text, fix some things, and when I jointed stories together I had to use some amendments that did not exist in the original texts, but even so, the bottom line was built even when I was 21, 22 years .

But first we must remember the letters.

Ah! The letters!

My MP3

A few years ago I posted here that liked to listen to Frank Zappa. Then I posted that I do not hear more rock.

Let the facts: I still hear music?

Yes, I still hear music, and quite. I live traveling and while enjoying for long hours my music on my MP-3.

So if someone came and asked me what I've been listening, I would say:

- Well, in my MP-3 you can find Pavarotti, the soundtrack of the movie Batman Begins by Hans Zimmer, the soundtrack of the movie Letters from Iwo Jimma, the soundtrack of the movie Star Wars Episode IV, by John Williams, more a collection of thirteen songs by John Williams composed for motion pictures and still Laura Pausini and Andrea Bocelli.

But it has also Renée Flaming and Brin Terfell with Under the Stars, and a compilation called Classicals 2009, with several famous musicians and performers such as Pavarotti, Carreras and Domingo, Sarah Brightman, among others, playing a lot of known works. I love Chi Mai, by Morriconi.

It also has Emma Shapplin with Carmino Meo, very good to hear.

Finally, there is Backstreet Boys with his Backstreet Boys and Millenium.

Yeah, I heard Mussorgsky, Richard Strauss and Carmina Buranna of Orf.

Rock?

Well, there's Bon Jovi.

Viva Bon Jovi!