Tee Time Furnas 2008

CYBERSPACE

What is the relationship between control, ownership and quality? How do educational sites differ from commercial ones? Is Big Brother still behind the wild west of the info highway? Are all people free to express themselves, or is there a cyberelite?Will this information age eventually bring the post-industrial era to a new understanding of goods and services so that wealth becomes something else besides money? How will the political philosophies of Marxism/Maoism and capitalism evolve with the addition of an intellectual world cyberelite that may not possess traditional wealth?Who is the boss: children's opinions.

http://www.nyu.edu/classes/keefer/waoe/waoej.html

Labirintos

"Somos feitos de carne, mas temos de viver como se fôssemos de ferro".
Sigmund Freud

" A nossa civilização é em grande parte responsável pelas nossas desgraças. Seríamos muito mais felizes se a abandonássemos e retornássemos às condições primitivas."

Sigmund Freud

SEDE

É escusado sonhar que se bebe; quando a sede aperta, é preciso acordar para beber.

Sigmund Freud

Black Moon

Stay on Track!

Power must be analyzed as something which circulates, or rather as something which only functions in the form of a chain. It is never localized here or there, never in anybody's hands, never appropriated as a commodity or piece of wealth. Power is employed and exercised through a net-like organization. And not only do individuals circulate between its threads; they are always in the position of simultaneously undergoing and exercising this power. They are not only its inert and consenting target; they are always also the elements of its articulation. In other words, individuals are the vehicles of power, not its points of application.... One needs to investigate historically, and beginning from the lowest level, how mechanisms of power have been able to function.

- Michel Foucault

Sem Stress

Open sky mind

All you need is Love!

Warning!

" Pérolas"

'Pérolas'

Elos de pérolas reluzentes

São entes queridos das donzelas

Às quais segredam suas cortejadas peripécias

De cortesãos cavalheiros

As suas conchas são recipientes de néctares

Em que banham de odores suas delicadas peles
Com elas brincam jogos de escondidas

Nos desígnios do enlevo dos seus sonhos

Nas recolhidas preces

De seus íntimos desejos

Qual rosário de contas

De prenhes pedidos de neófitos rebentos

Saudaões Poéticas
João Coelho da Rocha

Big in Japan

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A cidade perdida

O MAIOR TESOURO DO CAMBOJA ESTEVE ESQUECIDO NAS ENTRANHAS DA SELVA DURANTE 400 ANOS, ANGKOR, A GRANDIOSA CAPITAL DO IMPÉRIO KHMER, ERGUE-SE COMO UM DOS MAIS IMPRESSIONANTES E MISTERIOSOS LEGADOS DA HUMANIDADE.

FOTOS: http://www.trekearth.com/

You're gonna get bit. And when you're bit, that's it.

JACK ATTACK

In 1994, after being cut off in traffic, Nicholson used a golf club to smash another motorist's windshield. It was (and still is) the most famous instance of road rage meeting golf tantrum."I was out of my mind," he said later, referring to the rugged schedule of a film he was directing and the recent death of a friend. The case was settled out of court when he wrote the other driver a check, reportedly for $500,000. One mystery remained: What club had he used? News reports called it a wedge or a 5-iron; others said 3-iron and 9-iron. Jack had never specified -- until now."I was on my way to the course, and in the midst of this madness I some-how knew what I was doing," he says, "because I reached into my trunk and specifically selected a club I never used on the course: my 2-iron."Case closed.

PLANET JACK

It's Jack's world. We just play in it," says comic Tom Dreesen, a single-digit handicapper who knows the local rules. "Say you're 130 yards out, and he's 140. He hits. You watch his ball go by. Then you start to hit your shot, and zip -- another ball whizzes past. Then he'll drop another, and that one zips by."Why put up with that? He's Jack. It's fun. I'll never forget one time on the sixth hole at Lakeside, a par 3. Jack pushes his tee shot into a bunker. He blasts out over the green, out-of-bounds. Takes a drop in the bunker. Blasts out again -- over the green again. Chips on. Misses the putt. Finally he knocks it in, and he walks off the green with that ear-to-ear smile and says, 'These [freakin'] bogeys are killing me!'

GOLF DIGEST:

What keeps you working at it?

JACK NICHOLSON:

Working at golf? You keep at it because you love it, because the game puts your head in a different place. It's totally engrossing. I mean, obviously I've had romantic setbacks. But women, career, all the things that consume you -- it all goes away on the golf course. You can't think about your girlfriend. You can't think about anything else but the next shot. It's the greatest therapy there is.
I tell people who don't play, "You don't understand golf. I can play this game as well as Tiger ... for a very short time. There's one shot a hole between me and the best golfers in the world -- and 25 million other players between me and the best golfers in the world."

FONTE: http://www.golfdigest.com/magazine

Golf Addicted

More addictive than vodka

William Leith reviews On Golf by Timothy O'Grady

In this pensive, confessional, sometimes desperate book, Timothy O'Grady examines his own - and, by extension, the Western world's - obsession with golf. But this is not a simple celebration of the game; sometimes it reads like the thoughts of a raging alcoholic or drug addict. O'Grady loves golf, but it also makes him seethe with self-loathing and inner doubt. Golf, he tells us, "will find your addiction gene even more rapidly than vodka or roulette". And then, when you actually get on the course and tee off, "you may feel like tearing your liver out".
Golf, O'Grady thinks, is quite different from other sports for a simple reason - it's the only game in which an ordinary player can sometimes do something extraordinary. Amateur footballers, in contrast, can never kick a ball like Beckham, just as amateur drivers could never bomb round Silverstone like Schumacher. But most golfers experience occasional moments where they feel touched with genius. And when this happens, you get "a feeling of power", a sense that what you have done is "unambiguous, indisputable and pure". After that, there's no turning back.
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Hitting a perfect golf shot, O'Grady tells us, "can overwhelm all the anxieties and miseries in your life and seem to define the essence of the best part of what you are". He grew up in Chicago, the son of a golf addict, and this book charts his relationship with his father. "Golf," says O'Grady, "seemed lodged in our home like another family member that had been born unassisted and ectoplasmically out of him." And this other family member, this unlikely sibling, became the cement between father and son. "The son craves the admiration of the father," says O'Grady, "but he also strives to surpass him, and in some figurative way to kill him."
But when it goes wrong, golf is the worst of sports. Defined by occasional perfection, it can also magnify humdrum failure. In this way, it is the least forgiving of sports. As O'Grady points out, both ball and target are tiny, and the target is way out on the horizon. When you fail, "a violent and enraged self-loathing may enter you like a poison injected into your vein". After a while, even as you walk up to the ball, "you experience a kind of breakdown as though your body has been miswired". And this happens, sooner or later, to everybody. One day, it will happen to Tiger Woods.
In the end, you realise that the horrors of golf are part of the attraction - perhaps the main part. Golf intensifies your relationship with yourself. There's a great moment when O'Grady describes how he played a round with Arnold Palmer. Squaring up to the ball, "my chest felt like it was in flames". Palmer tells O'Grady to calm down - to enjoy himself. Fat chance. For O'Grady, every shot feels like a matter of life and death. That's why this book is so good.

Fonte: http://www.telegraph.co.uk

Aquecimento Global...

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Sem Autorização!

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Hauptbahnhof

It feels like home- Leo´s Restaurant Danai

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Salvos pelo amigo grego, que tinha uma ementa em alemão, uma esposa excelente cozinheira, um vinho tinto grego alcoolizado, uns grelhados á maneira, numa noite gelada em Furth, Nurnberg, Germany, nada melhor que um Hotel ao lado deste personalizado restaurante.

Altamente recomendado, o Restaurante claro... Mas se não fosse o Green Place...

Sweet love in the hands of a beautiful moon

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Silence 4 -

Borrow -

Silence Becomes It

You're never with meYou're never near meWhat time is it ?What time?Whose time is this?Give yourself a chance to breatheI'll give you the room you needYou're never hereYou're never near hereWhat day is this ?What day?Whose day is this?Put me in your supermarket listI'm here, I'm real, it's true, I do existToday you may feel a little sleepyMaybe the morning is too soonI'll guess I will have to borrowOne of your sunny afternoonsBut afternoons they never comeThere's nothing left for me to borrowI guess I'll try again tomorrowI guess I'll try again tomorrowI guess I'll try again tomorrowI guess I'll try again tomorrowYou're wasting meYou're breaking, you're wasting meCan this be love ?Is this ? Whose love is this?What is wrong with you I don't knowNo place in you for meand me, I need you soAnd if you want to be by yourselfNo one disturbing that's alrightI guess I will have to borrowA little of yourself tonightBut tonight it never comesThere's nothing left for me to borrowI guess I'll try again tomorrowI guess I'll try again tomorrowI guess I'll try again tomorrowI guess I'll try again tomorrowIt may seem a little hollowBut I will try again tomorrowThere's nothing left for me to borrowI guess I will try again tomorrow