Neon Genesis Evangelion

8/10

…And darkness covered the horizon… (part 2)

(there’s a treat in the end)

It’s now time to make some questionable comment about home… please enjoy.

Educating Portugal

General thoughts about Strikes

1. It’s a right and whatever happens it should always be a right,but there has also to be preserved the right not to strike, whatever happens;
2. It’s an union weapon  tool to use in the mist of negotiations with the employers, but not the only one;
3. There should be a carefully planed strategy to every strike.

Strikes in education.

Recently there’s been a war between our government and the professors unions, on the battlefield of education land, both sides fight wearing a banner for “a sustainable  public education”

The problem

Every strike is scheduled to have the biggest impact it possibly can, so to grab government by the balls, and this creates a shock of the system where supply rapidly falls and rises, demand  is fixed so it doesn’t adjust, this is putting it simple.
So in the realm of education, this normally means students don’t have classes, losing a days work, that is easily recoverable. But this time, strikes are to be during the exams season. This shocks not only a day on the lives of students, teachers, government and society in general, but a whole year, and with little gains from it.

The Risk

Every strike is a battle of minds as much as a battle of arguments, whoever gathers  the most public support ultimately wins the battle.
So in a scenario where the shock is as big as this one is to be… you better not lose…
How not to lose—Government

• Whatever happens stand your grown, do not encore in any strategy where it ultimately  result in body bags.
• Hire people to break the strike, and have minimal  services working.

How not to lose—Unions:

• Do not circumscribe the strike to just a day, with such a big risk of alienating everyone that's not directly involved, you have to make the government to come outright and say they fold;
• Make sure that no kid that’s suppose to be in school dies, and if it happens you better work you fucking ass of to make sure you’re not blamed for it.

The Battle itself…

Is Going to end nowhere, the unions won’t win anything significant, and government will argue that as long as Troika is supervising them they can’t do anything more to satisfy the people, and it is all the previous socialist government fault

Appendix

student- teacher ratio:
http://appsso.eurostat.ec.europa.eu/nui/show.do?dataset=educ_iste&lang=en

All that is hate fell on to him… part 1

Sorry this one will be a big one. I’m looking to turn a page and restart writing, ending this blockage I have in front of me. And for that I'm doing 2 things:

1st- I’m “unbricking” this wall in front of me by addressing every thing I need to break free

2nd- I’m going to leave this retreat  I'm living in and re-engaging life.

So let’s start:

All that is hate fell on to him…

 

Brazil

Brazil is hosting the next FIFA world cup, and right now is home to the confederations cup.  So every news agency in the world has an eager ear on the outcome of this preview of the “Prova Rainha”.

There was an expectation to see samba in every corner of Brazil and  great collections of models like body flapping around every camera. but that’s not happening… instead we’re treated to something resembling a new age civil war.

In the last few years Brazil has had an average GDP growth, while the rest of developed and developing world has gotten by with recession and marginal growths at best , so everyone thought that Brazil will soon became part of the most developed countries.

But then…

“After becoming president in 2011, Dilma Rousseff sought to stimulate growth by hiking public spending and the minimum wage, and forcing state-run banks to lend more. The resulting inflation was tackled not by raising interest rates but by cutting sales taxes and holding down the price of items with a big impact on the inflation index, including food, petrol and bus fares. Until recently voters reacted favourably, though the economy did not.” in Economist

Increasing government spending in an slowly growing economy is like giving cheetah food to a bunny rabbit, it will do whatever it does faster, but then cutting taxes is just like picking up the bunny rabbit and tossing him into the cheetah’s cage… it isn’t pretty.

But that’s not all, because this Keynesian madness is not over until you figure out where has the money been spent, because it wasn’t spent to enrich the country’s education, healthcare or justice system, but it has instead been wasted with individual spending. In the sense give the money to the people and let them spend it as they see fit.

It would be less expensive to just burn the money.

 

USA the big brother

(FUCK HEY!!)

Next time you turn on your computer just remember that if your watching porn, Obama will be watching you watching it.

(part 2 coming soon)

2 Johns walk into to a bar

one turns to the other and says
"You know. We should discuss more politics, don't you think?"
the other responds:
"Yeah, sure,"
silence falls between them, until...
"Come on them what's your take on our current situation?"
"I don't know... what's your?"
"I don't have one, I was hopping you had one so that I could disagree with it."
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That's politics folks

You, again?

Disclaimer: Yes, it has been almost two years. This is not my place anymore although I think I will be welcomed. Do I have something to say? Not really. But I'm gonna say it anyway. Proceed at your own risk.


I miss this.
You and you, and you and you, and you too. I miss this city, its streets. Even when there was no one walking on them, they didn't feel empty. I miss the fewer responsibilities, the easier work. The harder relationships. Harder because they demanded more attention. I miss being young. Young enough to hope for a different world. Not greedy, unfair, immoral, like this one. Young enough to actually imagine and not only fight for a future, some years down the road. I miss the sound of being close to someone you love. How quiet it is. I would never have imagined that distance could be so loud. I miss my bed. How soft it is. And my cat. How soft he is.

But I love this feeling of arriving home, which I probably wouldn't have if I hadn't left. It feels reassuring and uplifting. And I haven't lost all hope. I still think I can change the world just a little bit, I am still in love and my friends still think I'm worth it, so all is not lost.

The Chronicles of a very impressionable person - introduction

I've written and re-written, this first chronicle quite some times, until i finally got the way i liked it to be.  But as fate would have it, I lost my notebook, and with it all my blood and sweat.

If you're wondering if this rendition is anything like the lost one, well... no. I kinda forgot how the words stick together, but here's the main idea:

I don't know everything --> And all I know, is constantly getting outdated --> I have to renew my knowledgebase --> but i can't learn everything /\

So to break this cycle i decided to just deposit some ideas that i have and wait to see if anything changes.

So until next time,

tata

Lawyers are 2nd

If you walk past a society sometime in your life you are most like to be forced to hear what it thinks of people and of itself in general, what wrongs and rights have been done to it, and by whom they have been done.

And no matter where this society or ‘ties are, there’s more than often a common denominator to all the wrongs done… is a lawyer.

Yes! The Lawyer the most devilish, demonic and unscrupulous thing that has ever walked the earth, is say by society itself to be pure evil.

But!... If you ponder about leaving the shackles that hold your conscious to societies’ conscious, to make your own judgment, I’ll prove to you that there’s an even worse being, walking the rods of life even more despicable than the lawyer.

So it begins the story about a lawyer that found something worse…

One day a lawyer sits with a friend and says onto him…

“Did you know that the Godfather goes to church?”

“Yes, so do I” say the friend “I’m quite a church going Christian”

“That’s why I’ve asked you about him, as a well behaved Christian you must know pretty well the gospel, I’ve gone into church only on special occasions such as funerals and weddings, and even I think I know quite a bit about the gospel and what it preaches”

“Yes, so? What of it?”

“SO? How can a man, that as in his life committed more sins than any other man before him, go to church, and sit idly by hearing it all and not change his ways, or how can such a man that refuses to change his ways go to church?” exclaimed the lawyer

“That it’s simple my friend” Calmly responds the Christian “He confesses it”

“How many times is he forgiven then?”

“As much as it takes, for God’s eternally forgiving.”

“That’s too much even for me!!”

SO you see the worst thing circling the earth is not the lawyer but the Christian that when walking on the wrong course, refuses to change.

A parable about surgeons

A man is carried to the E. R. with a painful infection on his foot. The nurse at the reception calls for the doctor on call to see the man. Due to some mix up with scheduling two doctors were called to see this man agonizing pain.

The first doctor examines the foot and see whats wrong, turning to the man he says "I'm sorry but I'm not able to do anything about your foot, the only thing i can do is give you some sedatives, while we wait for a room to have a surgery to cut your foot, hoping that the infection doesn't spread to the rest of your body."

The second doctor takes a closer look and says "I think we may not need to cut your foot after all, it seams to me that we can cure your disease, if we start now there's a chance that you'll be able to keep your foot and walk normally at the end of the treatment, even though it will be painful until the end."

Now as a patient you get to choose between the two diagnoses...

Zero Punctuation

I find that if you use as little punctuation as possible people find it rather difficult to read and just count the words until whatever is in front of them reaches the ever succumbing end and I should take advantage of this fact to rely my deepest worries that I believe you are right now too busy counting to really play attention except if you are not in which case there is a chance that even though you can read and finish reading you will not care enough to make any fuss so starting now I should confess that I am seeing a psychologist which results are yet to be seen it is also quite early to demand the whole system of thought to change in one a lonely one session but I am quite impatient about all this also as I am explained the works behind my thought process I find myself to be more and more depressed as time goes by as you get bored with another attention seeker's problems I will go back to tell you the origin story behind the strange little persona I turned out to be it started on the fourth day of the third month of the nineteen nineties but consciousness only become strong enough to leave memoires in my head eleven years later at least the memories I want to unveil here today and for forever be splattered on the internet so at eleven I thought for the first time to quit all that is and all that ever has been although not remembering why in the proper scenario it happen to happen I just remember that sadness entered my life to never leave forever after I think also it was at that time existence of god and purely based in the logic if god is all mighty and creator of all and I that am nothing but a kid put its existence to question what existence is there for me to have I never let that question go and it pares up to what sense does life bring to a conscious human that I think to be and without breaking the rules concerning this structural set of words I will sign off until next oportunity

21 fuck and drunk street

Y u do drugs?
Because it's cool

Equilibrium between words and violence

There's an idea circling around that in a discussion the first one throw a punch is an automatic loser. But I think it isn't quite so.

But I don't want to fall into the cliche that is to say "words are overrated", meaning by default that violence or physicality is underrated. A fallacy that clearly can be proven by the many examples in Africa.

But what I'm going to do, is dig into a micro sense of the matter.
In a heated discussion between friends, co-workers, or between just two people, about everything, anything or something, there comes a time when as participant you have to chose between stop arguing, repeat over again the same argument or turn aggressive. ( sometimes option 2 & 3 overlap)
And if you pick 3 too many times, it will lead to the first fist flying across the words. But is it, violence, an invalid argument? Not, in my opinion.
If you are not one for spoken words, you're hit with every word you can't remember to say, and mocked by those who say them.

So a punch, to also remember another powerful.
"I'm not afraid of a fight"

Share

Finally I'm able to take some time off to write, and share... ( note the brilliant transition).

And sharing I will, about the wonders humans, men and women alike, share with one another.

If you recall, or just imagine times gone by when to share did not owe anyone copyrights, you can possibly see that sharing is not a recent trend, rather a really old trend, in my view it would have it's beginnings when the first monkey turned human offered the second humanoid monkey apiece of fruit.

But let's not dwell on the history part of if and fast forward to today's... We share everything from ideas to thoughtless gibberish, not only through the web but also in focus, than there's the tangible part of sharing such as clods, meals, games, toys and, in fact, all else. Because the human kind has in its DNA something that forces it to share...

Now do we share enough? Of course not.
Should we share more? No.

If you find these 2 past lines baffling, go and ask about saint Thomas of Aquino.
The reality is no matter how much we share there will always be poor and rich people, too much and too less information about something. And there's yet no practical solution for this. Given so, I am of the opinion that you should pay your taxes and and share whatever else, in a quantity yourself deemed necessary, no more and no less.
And that's it, I've shared everything I deemed necessary about sharing.
Tata.

How hard is it to understand?

As for my first real post, since  my return, i'm prompted with a question, which in it  has several things that should be debated.

My question is not the one on the tittle, but it has something to do with it. In the sense that i don't understand what the hell is wrong with my friends.

But first let me put a scenario for you. Say:

I have a sister who's going to have a birthday party, she invited some friends that we have in common, but mostly people that i don't know, and have never seen before in my life.

Anyway after my sister sent her invites, I receive this message:

"Hi! John, may i ask you for a favor regarding your sister's birthday? Could you ask her if #my ex-girlfriend#

is going, too? I only ask because #my current girlfriend# wouldn't be comfortable with me going to a party alone while she's ( #my ex-girlfriend#) there. Is that alright? Thanks."

Now my question is... WHat the Fuck...

1. Does the #current girlfriend# think that it's going to happen in a party, lasting only for a few hours, where there are no available rooms for them go....? 

2. Does my friend think that his so damn flirtatious that neither him nor the #ex-girlfrien# would be able to resist each other and would inevitably end up sucking each other's face's off, after being in the same room for only an hour?

(and Finally)

3.  are the trust levels on this relationship?, surely not healthy ones, because if they were you wouldn't be reading this shit right now.

Anyway, if you have any insight to wtf is going on, please comment, next time i hope to write a post about something less flashy, like how does an economy grow or something like that.

TaTA,

JOHN

Thank you, very much...

...It's good to be back, after such a great time.
I'm back, still...



John

I can only say these things to you when you're sleeping
I hear the hum from the wires and the sounds of the morning creep in
I lie awake and pretend you can hear me

And you tell me that you're scared that you're turning into your mother
I feel myself turning into my father
So we lie to eachother like they do and say we're so happy
It's easy when you're young and you still want it so badly

I turn over again and I feel my heart beating faster
I stare out the window and I think I might scream

And I could tell you that you're all I ever wanted, dear
I can utter every word you ever hoped to hear
I shudder when I think I might not be here forever, forever, forever

The time we were alone together at the station
You were so quiet like a child and you told me you want to be taken
Just never thought of you as the kind of girl that would do that
And you suddenly seem like some faceless thing in my grasp

And I'd be lying if I said that I didn't find it exciting
Your eyes all wet, your face so warm and inviting

And I could tell you that you're all I've ever wanted, dear
I can utter every word you've ever hoped to hear
I shudder when I think that I might not be here forever, forever, forever

I can tell you that I'm always gonna love you like the virgin bride you were that night
But I'd be lying
Love is defying

All I can think is that it must be a kind of rebellion
To own these fears like soldiers and slay them

I could tell you that you're all I've ever wanted, dear
Through the day while you're breathing, while you're sleeping here
And you wake and you ask me if I'm gonna be here forever, forever, forever

Your face so twisted and your eyes alight
I want to tell you I could save you when you cry at night
But I'll be trying
Love is defying
Won't you stop crying?