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Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Ed Bolian: a very interesting car guy

Ed Bolian is a very interesting man. Not only he is a car guy with a great history and great stories, he
tells them in a peculiar and very captivating way.

Friday, July 28, 2017

All my problems with the Xbox One S

The damn thing
I joined the latest generation in game consoles about 10 months ago, with the purchase of an Xbox
One S, and today, after an especially annoying sequence of interactions with said machine, I decided to put together a list of the things that are wrong with it.

In this list you'll find mild annoyances, personal preferences/disagreements and bat shit crazy stuff that I can't understand how in the name of Clarckson can even be able to exist in this world.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Tim Minchin - Storm



In a North London, top floor flat
All white walls, white carpet, white cat,
Rice Paper partitions
Modern art and ambition
The host's a physician,
Bright bloke, has his own practice
His girlfriend's an actress
An old mate of ours from home
And they're always great fun
So to dinner we've come.

The fifth guest is an unknown,
The hosts have just thrown
Us together for a favor
because this girls just arrived from Australia
And she's moved to North London
And she's the sister of someone
Or has some connection.

As we make introductions
I'm struck by her beauty
She's irrefutably fair
With dark eyes and dark hair
But as she sits
I admit I'm a little bit wary
because I notice the tip of the wing of a fairy
Tattooed on that popular area
Just above the derrire
And when she says Im Sagittarian
I confess a pigeonhole starts to form
And is immediately filled with pigeon
When she says her name is Storm.

Conversation is initially bright and light-hearted
But it's not long before Storm gets started:
You can't know anything,
Knowledge is merely opinion
She opines, over her Cabernet Sauvignon
Vis--vis,
Some un-hippily
Empirical comment made by me.

Not a good start I think
We're only on pre-dinner drinks
And across the room, my wife
Widens her eyes
Silently begs me, Be Nice
A matrimonial warning
Not worth ignoring
So I resist the urge to ask Storm
Whether knowledge is so loose-weave
Of a morning
When deciding whether to leave
Her apartment by the front door
Or the window on her second floor.

The food is delicious and Storm,
Whilst avoiding all meat,
Happily sits and eats
As the good doctor, slightly pissedly
Holds court on some anachronistic aspect of medical history
When Storm suddenly insists
But the human body is a mystery!
Science just falls in a hole
When it tries to explain the the nature of the soul.
My hostess throws me a glance
She, like my wife, knows there's a chance
That I'll be off on one of my rare but fun rants
But I shan't, my lips are sealed.
I just want to enjoy my meal
And although Storm is starting to get my goat
I have no intention of rocking the boat,
Although it's becoming a bit of a wrestle
Because -- like her meteorological namesake -
Storm has no such concerns for our vessel:

Pharmaceutical companies are the enemy
They promote drug dependency
At the cost of the natural remedies
That are all our bodies need
They are immoral and driven by greed.
Why take drugs
When herbs can solve it?
Why use chemicals
When homeopathic solvents
Can resolve it?
I think it's time we all return-to-live
With natural medical alternatives.
And try as I like,
A small crack appears
In my diplomacy-dike.

By definition, I begin
Alternative Medicine, I continue,
Has either not been proved to work,
Or been proved not to work.
Do you know what they call alternative medicine
That's been proved to work?
Medicine.

So you don't believe
In ANY natural remedies?
On the contrary, Storm, actually:
Before I came to tea,
I took a natural remedy
Derived from the bark of a willow tree
A painkiller that's virtually side-effect free.
Its got a weird name,
Darling, what was it again?
Maspirin?
Baspirin?
Aspirin!
Which I paid about a buck for
Down at the local drugstore.

The debate briefly abates
As my hosts collects plates
but when they return with desserts
Storm pertly asserts,
Shakespeare said it first:
''There are more things in heaven and earth
Than exist in your philosophy''
Science is just how were trained to look at reality,
It doesn't explain love or spirituality.
How does science explain psychics?
Auras; the afterlife; the power of prayer?

I'm becoming aware
That I'm staring,
I'm like a rabbit suddenly trapped
In the blinding headlights of vacuous crap.
Maybe it's the Hamlet she just mis-quothed
Or the sixth glass of wine I just quaffed
But my diplomacy dike groans
And the arsehole held back by its stones
Can be held back no more:
Look, Storm, I don't mean to bore you
But there's no such thing as an aura!
Reading Auras is like reading minds
Or tea-leaves or star-signs or meridian lines
These people aren't plying a skill,
They are either lying or mentally ill.
Same goes for people who claim to hear Gods demands
Or Spiritual healers who think they've got magic hands.

By the way,
Why do we think it is OK
For people to pretend they can talk to the dead?
Isn't that totally fucked in the head
Lying to some crying woman whose child has died
And telling her you're in touch with the other side?
I think that is fundamentally sick
Do we need to clarify here that there's no such thing as a psychic?
What, are we fucking 2?
Do we actually think that Horton Heard a Who?
Do we still think that Santa brings us gifts?
That Michael Jackson didn't have face lifts?
Are we still so stunned by circus tricks
That we think that the dead would
Wanna talk to pricks
Like John Edward?

Storm to her credit despite my derision
Keeps firing off clich├ęs with startling precision
Like a sniper using bollocks for ammunition

You're so sure of your position
But you're just closed-minded
I think you'll find
Your faith in Science and Tests
Is just as blind
As the faith of any fundamentalist.

"Wow, that's a good point, let me think for a bit"
Oh wait, my mistake, its absolute bullshit.

Science adjusts it's views based on what's observed
Faith is the denial of observation so that Belief can be preserved.
If you show me
That, say, homeopathy works,
Then I will change my mind
I will spin on a fucking dime
I'll be embarrassed as hell,
But I will run through the streets yelling
Its a miracle! Take physics and bin it!
Water has memory!
And while it's memory of a long lost drop of onion juice is Infinite
It somehow forgets all the poo its had in it!
You show me that it works and how it works
And when I've recovered from the shock
I will take a compass and carve 'Fancy That' on the side of my cock.

Everyone's just staring now,
But I'm pretty pissed and Ive dug this far down,
So I figure, in for penny, in for a pound:
Life is full of mysteries, yeah,
But there are answers out there
And they won't be found
By people sitting around
Looking serious
And saying isn't life mysterious?
Let's sit here and hope
Let's call up the fucking Pope
Let's go watch Oprah
Interview Deepak Chopra

If wanna watch tele, you should watch Scooby Doo.
That show was so cool
because every time there was a church with a ghoul
Or a ghost in a school
They looked beneath the mask and what was inside?
Aaah! The fucking janitor or the dude who ran the water-slide.
Because throughout history
Every mystery
EVER solved has turned out to be
Not Magic.

Does the idea that there might be knowledge
Frighten you?
Does the idea that one afternoon
On Wiki-fucking-pedia might enlighten you
Frighten you?
Does the notion that there may not be a supernatural
So blow your hippy noodle
That you'd rather just stand in the fog
Of your inability to Google?

Isn't this enough?

Just this world?

Just this beautiful, complex
Wonderfully unfathomable, natural world?

How does it so fail to hold our attention
That we have to diminish it with the invention
Of cheap, man-made Myths and Monsters?

If you're so into Shakespeare
Lend me your ear:
''To gild refined gold,
to paint the lily,
To throw perfume on the violet
is just fucking silly''
Or something like that.
Or what about Satchmo?!
I see trees of Green,
Red roses too,
And fine, if you wish to
Glorify Krishna and Vishnu
In a post-colonial, condescending
Bottled-up and labelled kind of way
Then whatever, that's okay.
But here's what gives me a hard-on:

I am a tiny, insignificant, ignorant bit of carbon.
I have one life, and it is short and unimportant
But thanks to recent scientific advances
I get to live twice as long 
as my great great great great uncles-es and aunts-es.
Twice as long to live this life of mine
Twice as long to love this wife of mine
Twice as many years of friends and wine
Of sharing curries and getting shitty
At good-looking hippies
With fairies on their spines
And butterflies on their titties.

And if perchance I have offended
Think but this and all is mended:
We'd as well be 10 minutes back in time,
For all the chance you'll change your mind.

Monday, October 10, 2016

Richard Hammond posting some old bits on his YouTube channel. UPDATE: not Hammond

Update: it appears that this channel is not Hammond's. Rookie mistake by me as fairly pointed out on Reddit.

The Grand Tour is set to start broadcasting in a little more than a month now, where Jeremy Clarkson, James May and Richard Hammond will be back to do one of the best motoring and entertainment shows of all time, certainly.

The hamster started posting some snippets of this new show, but i discovered yesterday that he is posting some unseen footage from Top Gear episodes.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

How to get your PPS number in one day: going to Galway


When you get your first job in Ireland, or for other things but this is mostly for foreigners living here, you need to get your PPS Number (Personal Public Services Number).

To do this you need a job offer and the biggest problem is that in Dublin, where the majority of people are, scheduling an appointment to do this can take several weeks.

The solution is to do the appointment in Galway

Monday, September 12, 2016

The first website about mobile phones in Brazil

I fell in love with mobile phones when I noticed that it was possible to have just one device to
communicate, take pictures and, above all, take my music with me everywhere. Then I started researching and I noticed that we, in Brazil didn’t have any dedicated source of information about these wonders of technology.

I could get all the information I needed from abroad, because I already understood English, but I couldn’t get the specifics of our local market: different phone specifications, prices and the real availability of models in my country. We had some tech sites announcing some big phones being launched around the world and when they got to us, and that was basically it.

Understanding the community affected by a reserve: volunteer work project

The Itaunas State Park is an amazing natural reserve. Housing five different ecosystems and a turtle
nesting beach, the creation of this preserved area had its consequences on the local community.

The sand dunes that made the region famous were the first to give the population headaches, by moving more than usual, probably due to deforestation, thus, making them move away from the coast line. The park was created to preserve what was left and avoid more destruction. The locals were moved and all sorts of restrictions put in place, so the complaints were plenty.