Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Make Poverty History


One child dies every three seconds from extreme poverty

Make Poverty History,

Make History,

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The orphans of Nkandla
Extreme poverty in action
Nelson Mandela


Do something...

(the original of the photo was donated by Corbis - Bettmann to The Borgen Project)

Monday, April 25, 2005

Earth day

On April 22nd the "entire" world celebrated the 35th Anniversary of Earth day.

However if wasn't because the Google® logo, that day would be missed by me, and I don't know for how many more like me.
The reason?
Don't ask!
I don't know, really!
I don't have a clue; I see myself as a educated and informed individual who reads two or three "reference" newspapers, browse the net daily, watch some TV, and in all of these sources of information, I don't recall to ear or see anything about the Earth day.
In my humble opinion the only reason for this lack of media attention is only one. All the earth related problems as greenhouse effect, climate changes, water shortage,..., were solved on April 21st; and because these extraordinary development April 22nd lost all of is importance as a day of awareness for the way we are dealing with our planet. All I have to do is congratulate all the intervenient in that enormous task for their proficiency, how could that been done in only one day.
Yes!
One day!
I checked last time on April 20th and all the problems mentioned above were still a present and clear danger for all humankind, but not anymore.
Well done,
Or maybe not…

Image Science and Analysis Laboratory, NASA-Johnson Space Center. 18 Mar. 2005. "Earth from Space - Image Information." (26 Apr. 2005).

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world
Original from the album "Trading Snakeoil for Wolftickets" by Gary Jules

Thursday, April 14, 2005


and the last one for today is... Bath!


No coments...


Romantic Bath

Tuesday, April 12, 2005


Um dragao do mesmo autor...


Este desenho foi uma contribuicao do meu filho mais velho. Foi o vencedor do premio para o melhor poster sobre comida saudavel.

Monday, April 11, 2005


Bath again...


Bath Abbey

Customer Services

Complaint Letter of the Year
A friend sent me a copy of this letter. Enjoy...
The British do have a way with words.... A real-life customer complaint letter sent to NTL (to their complaints dept....)

"Dear Cretins,

I have been an NTL customer since 9th July 2001, when I signed up for your 3-in-one deal for cable TV, cable modem, and telephone. During this three-month period I have encountered inadequacy of service which I had not previously considered possible, as well as ignorance and stupidity of monolithic proportions. Please allow me to provide specific details,so that you can either pursue your professional prerogative, and seek to rectify these difficulties - or more likely (I suspect) so that you can have some entertaining reading material as you while away the working day smoking B&H and drinking vendor-coffee on the bog in your office:
My initial installation was cancelled without warning, resulting in my spending an entire Saturday sitting on my fat arse waiting for your technician to arrive. When he did not arrive, I spent a further 57 minutes listening to your infuriating hold music, and the even more annoying Scottish robot woman telling me to look at your helpful website....HOW?
I alleviated the boredom by playing with my testicles for a few minutes- an activity at which you are no-doubt both familiar and highly adept. The rescheduled installation then took place some two weeks later, although the technician did forget to bring a number of vital tools -such as a drill-bit, and his cerebrum. Two weeks later, my cable modem had still not arrived. After 15 telephone calls over 4 weeks my modem arrived... six weeks after I had requested it, and begun to pay for it. I estimate your internet server's downtime is roughly 35%... hours between about 6pm -midnight, Mon-Fri, and most of the weekend. I am still waiting for my telephone connection. I have made 9 calls on my mobile to your no-help line, and have been unhelpfully transferred to a variety of disinterested individuals, who are it seems also highlyskilled bollock jugglers. I have been informed that a telephone line is available (and someone will call me back); that no telephone line is available (and someone will call me back); that I will be transferred to someone who knows whether or not a telephone line is available (and then been cut off); that I will be transferred to someone (and then been redirected to an answer machine informing me that your office is closed); that I will be transferred to someone and then been redirected to the irritating Scottish robot woman...and several other variations on this theme. Doubtless you are no longer reading this letter, as you have at least a thousand other dissatisfied customers to ignore, and also another one of those crucially important testicle-moments to attend to. Frankly I don'tcare, it's far more satisfying as a customer to voice my frustration's in print than to shout them at your unending hold music. Forgive me, therefore, if I continue. I thought BT were shit, that they had attained the holy piss-pot of godawful customer relations, that no-one, anywhere, ever, could be more disinterested, less helpful or more obstructive to delivering service to their customers. That's why I chose NTL, and because, well, there isn't anyone else is there? How surprised I therefore was, when I discovered to my considerable dissatisfaction and disappointment what a useless shower of bastards you truly are. You are sputum-filled pieces of distended rectum incompetents of the highest order. British Telecom - wankers though they are - shine like brilliant beacons of success, in the filthy puss-filled mire of your seemingly limitless inadequacy. Suffice to say that I have now given up on my futile and foolhardy quest to receive any kind of service from you. I suggest that you cease any potential future attempts to extort payment from me for the services which you have so pointedly and catastrophically failed to deliver - any such activity will be greeted initially with hilarity and disbelief quickly be replaced by derision, and even perhaps bemused rage.
I enclose two small deposits, selected with great care from my cats litter tray, as an expression of my utter and complete contempt for both you and your pointless company. I sincerely hope that they have not become desiccated during transit - they were satisfyingly moist at the time of posting, and I would feel considerable disappointment if you did not experience both their rich aroma and delicate texture. Consider them the very embodiment of my feelings towards NTL, and its worthless employees.Have a nice day - may it be the last in you miserable short life, you irritatingly incompetent and infuriatingly unhelpful bunch of twats.

John"


A sunny day in Bath