A Música de Hoje: One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer

Não, não bebi hoje... Mas deu vontade... ;)

One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer
John Lee Hooker

One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
 One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
 Hey mister bartender come here
 I want another drink and I want it now

My baby she gone, she been gone two night
 I ain't seen my baby since night before last
 One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer

(Spoken)
 And then I sit there, gettin' high, mellow
 Knocked out, feeling good and by the time
 I looked on the wall at the old clock on the wall
 By that time, it was ten thirty daddy

I looked down the bar, at the bartender
 He said, "Now what do you want Johnny?"

One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer

Well my baby she gone, she been gone two night
 I ain't seen my baby since night before last
 I wanna get drunk till I'm off of my mind
 One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer

(Spoken)
 And I sat there, gettin' high, stoned
 Knocked out, and by the time
 I looked on the wall, at the old clock again
 And by that time, it was a quarter to two

Last call for alcohol, I said,
 Hey mister bartender, what do you want?"

One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
 One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer
 One bourbon, one scotch, and one beer

Musica de hoje: Is It Ok If I Call You Mine?

Is It Ok If I Call You Mine?
Paul Mccrane Composição : Paul Mccrane

Is it ok if I call you mine just for a time?
 And I will be just fine
 If I know that you know that I'm wanting, needing your love

If I ask of you is it alright
 If I ask you to hold me tight
 through a cold tough night
 'cause there may be a cloudy day inside
 and I need to let you know that I might be needing your love

And what I'm trying to say isn't really new
 It's just the things that happen to me when I'm reminded of you

Like when I hear your name
 or see a place that you've been
 or see a picture of your grin
 or pass a house that you've been in one time or another
 it sets off something in me I can't explain
 and I can't wait to see you again
 Oh babe I love your love

And what I'm trying to say isn't really new
 It's just the things that happen to me when I'm reminded of you

Música de hoje: Comemorando a semana do JC. Yeah I Believe!

Ok... cada um acredita de um jeito, prefiro seguir cantando e dançando!!!

Movin' On Up
Primal Scream Composição : bobby gillespie/andrew innes/robert young

I was blind, now I can see
 You made a believer, out of me
 I was blind, now I can see
 You made a believer, out of me

Chorus
 I'm movin' on up now
 Gettin' out of the darkness
 My light shines on
 My light shines on
 My light shines on

I was lost, now I'm found
 I believe in you, I've got no bounds
 I was lost, now I'm found
 I believe in you, I got no bounds

I'm movin' on up now
 Gettin' out of the darkness
 My light shines on
 My light shines on
 My light shines on

Repeat Chorus

I'm getting outta darkness
 My light shines on
 I'm getting outta darkness
 My light shines on

Música do dia: Rhythm of the Night

Sei, super cliche, mas hoje é sexta...

Rhythm of the Night
El Debarge

Verse One
 When It Feels Like, the World Is On Your Shoulders.
 And All of the Madness Has Got you Going Crazy.
 It's Time to Get Out, Step Out Into the Street.
 Where All of the Action Is Right There At Your Feet.
 Well I Know a Place Where We Can Dance the Whole Night Away, Underneath the Electric Stars.
 Just Come With Me and We Can Shake Your Boost Right Away.
 You'll Be Doing Fine One's the Music Starts.

Chorus
 Oh, Feel the Beat of the Rhythm of the Night.
 Dancing to the Morning Light.
 Forget About the Worries On Your Mind.
 You Can Leave Them All Behind.
 Oh, the Rhythm of the Night.
 Oh, Oh Yeah.

Verse Two
 Look Out On the Street Now, the Party's Just Beginning.
 The Music's Playing, a Celebration Started.
 Under the Streetlights, the Scene Is Being Set.
 A Night For Romance, a Night You Won't forget
 So, Come Join the Fun This Ain't no Time to Be Staying Home.
 Oeh There's to Much Going On.
 Oh, Tonight It's Gonna Be a Night Like You've Never Know.
 We're Gonna Have a Good Time the Whole Night Long.

Chorus

(People Laughing and Partying)

Verse
 Come Join the Fun This Ain't no Time to Be Staying Home.
 Oeh There's to Much Going On.
 Oh, Tonight It's Gonna Be a Night Like You've Never Know.
 We're Gonna Have a Good Time the Whole Night Long.

Chorus
 Oh, Feel the Beat of the Rhythm of the Night.
 Dancing to the Morning Light.
 Forget About the Worries On Your Mind.
 You Can Leave Them All Behind.
 Feel the Beat of the Rhythm of the Night.
 Dancing to the Morning Light.
 Forget About the Worries On Your Mind.
 Ahhh Baby Ahhh God Yeah
 (4x) La La La La, Lalalalala
 The Musics Palying It's a Celebration
 The Music's Playing Everybody Dance to the Beat of the Rhythm of the Night.

Feel the Beat of the Rhythm of the Night.fade Out……..

Música de hoje: How Soon Is Now?

How Soon Is Now?
Love Spit Love

I am the son
 I am the heir
 Of a shyness
 That's criminally vulgar
 I'm the son and heir of
 Nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
 How can you say
 I go about things the wrong way
 I am human and I need to be loved
 Just like everybody else does

I am the son
 I am the heir
 Of a shyness
 That's criminally vulgar
 I'm the son and heir of
 Nothing in particular

You shut your mouth
 How can you say
 I go about things the wrong way
 I am human and I need to be loved
 Just like everybody else does

There's a club if you'd like to go
 You could meet someone who really loves you
 So you go and you stand on your own
 And you leave on your own
 And you go home and you cry and you want to die

When you say it's gonna happen now
 When exactly do you mean?
 See I've already waited too long
 And all my hope is gone

Estatelada

Você já viu A Luz da Manhã?
Outro dia eu vi, muito rapidamente, antes que meus olhos começassem a arder.
Foi lindo, um acontecimento que guardarei pro fim dos tempos, sabe aquele momento quando te perguntam, o que mais valeu ter visto ou vivido? Eu direi: A Luz da Manhã!

Aqui é escuro e frio, e mesmo doendo, aquela luz trouxe um pouco de esperança, um sopro de algo bom. O meu problema é a certeza que não mais poderei ver outra vez. Essa certeza também dói muito. Provavelmente da próxima vez, seria meu fim.

Se for inevitável o encontro, espero estar pronta para enfrentar o calor em minha pele pálida e fria, e conseguir ter força e reflexo para fugir antes que seja tomada pelo encantamento bruxulerante.

Ah...  mas você já viu A Luz da Manhã?

Música do dia: The Winner Takes It All

Apesar de amar ABBA, a melhor interpretação dessa música que já ouvi foi com a Meryl Streep no muscial Mamma Mia. Bellissimo...

The Winner Takes It All
ABBA
 Composição : Benny Andersson & Björn Ulvaeus

I don't wanna talk
 About the things we've gone through
 Though it's hurting me
 Now it's history
 I've played all my cards
 And that's what you've done too
 Nothing more to say
 No more ace to play

The winner takes it all
 The loser standing small
 Beside the victory
 That's a destiny

I was in your arms
 Thinking I belonged there
 I figured it made sense
 Building me a fence
 Building me a home
 Thinking I'd be strong there
 But I was a fool
 Playing by the rules

The gods may throw a dice
 Their minds as cold as ice
 And someone way down here
 Loses someone dear
 The winner takes it all.
 The loser has to fall
 It's simple and it's plain.
 Why should I complain.

But tell me does she kiss
 Like I used to kiss you?
 Does it feel the same
 When she calls your name?
 Somewhere deep inside
 You must know I miss you
 But what can I say?
 Rules must be obeyed

The judges will decide
 The likes of me abide
 Spectators of the show
 Always staying low
 The game is on again
 A lover or a friend
 A big thing or a small
 The winner takes it all

I don't wanna talk
 If it makes you feel sad
 And I understand
 You've come to shake my hand
 I apologize
 If it makes you feel bad
 Seeing me so tense
 No self-confidence
 But you see
 The winner takes it all
 The winner takes it all...

Someone dear...
 Takes it all...
 The loser ...
 Has to fall...
 Throw a dice...
 As cold as ice...
 Someone way down here...
 Someone dear...
 Takes it all...

1o. de abril... De verdade, a vida ta mudando...

Em 1o. de abril de 2004, eu cai de moto. Liguei pro Maurão que me ajudou. Ninguem acreditou em nós dois. Achavam que haviamos inventado só pra fazer a brincadeira dos tolos (que faziamos sempre, independente da data!!!). Enquanto isso eu estava lá no Hospital, sem óculos, com dor, e cantando (não ia chorar na frente das enfermeiras, não é?).

Hoje, 2011, eu sinto muita dor, não é mentira. Mas agora estou enxergando, meu óculos não estão quebrados, e consigo ver com melhor definição quem eu sou, começo a compreender o que eu quero.

Eu quero A VERDADE, eu quero DE VERDADE.

Não importa a brincadeira, os defeitos, não importa as qualidades, importa o que se é. E EU SOU!

Hoje, 1o. de abril, vou viajar pra ver amigos, comemorar mais um ano de amizade, quando voltar minha vida mudara totalmente, nova casa, nova vida, mas o EU, será o mesmo...

A diferença em mim, é que eu me vejo agora, sem concessão. Não tenho mais o véu da estranheza.

Bem que venha 2011, que começa na segunda... Nova vida! Minha história começa agora!

EU SOU BISS LEE!

INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD

I




THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,

The earth, and every common sight,

To me did seem

Apparelled in celestial light,

The glory and the freshness of a dream.

It is not now as it hath been of yore;--

Turn wheresoe'er I may,

By night or day,

The things which I have seen I now can see no more.



II



The Rainbow comes and goes,

And lovely is the Rose,

The Moon doth with delight

Look round her when the heavens are bare,

Waters on a starry night

Are beautiful and fair;

The sunshine is a glorious birth;

But yet I know, where'er I go,

That there hath past away a glory from the earth.



III



Now, while the birds thus sing a joyous song,

And while the young lambs bound

As to the tabor's sound,

To me alone there came a thought of grief:

A timely utterance gave that thought relief,

And I again am strong:

The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep;

No more shall grief of mine the season wrong;

I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng,

The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep,

And all the earth is gay;

Land and sea

Give themselves up to jollity,

And with the heart of May

Doth every Beast keep holiday;--

Thou Child of Joy,

Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy

Shepherd-boy!



IV



Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call

Ye to each other make; I see

The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee;

My heart is at your festival,

My head hath its coronal,

The fulness of your bliss, I feel--I feel it all.

Oh evil day! if I were sullen

While Earth herself is adorning,

This sweet May-morning,

And the Children are culling

On every side,

In a thousand valleys far and wide,

Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm,

And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm:--

I hear, I hear, with joy I hear!

--But there's a Tree, of many, one,

A single Field which I have looked upon,

Both of them speak of something that is gone:

The Pansy at my feet

Doth the same tale repeat:

Whither is fled the visionary gleam?

Where is it now, the glory and the dream?



V



Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:

The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,

Hath had elsewhere its setting,

And cometh from afar:

Not in entire forgetfulness,

And not in utter nakedness,

But trailing clouds of glory do we come

From God, who is our home:

Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

Shades of the prison-house begin to close

Upon the growing Boy,

But He beholds the light, and whence it flows,

He sees it in his joy;

The Youth, who daily farther from the east

Must travel, still is Nature's Priest,

And by the vision splendid

Is on his way attended;

At length the Man perceives it die away,

And fade into the light of common day.



VI



Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own;

Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind,

And, even with something of a Mother's mind,

And no unworthy aim,

The homely Nurse doth all she can

To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man,

Forget the glories he hath known,

And that imperial palace whence he came.



VII



Behold the Child among his new-born blisses,

A six years' Darling of a pigmy size!

See, where 'mid work of his own hand he lies,

Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses,

With light upon him from his father's eyes!

See, at his feet, some little plan or chart,

Some fragment from his dream of human life,

Shaped by himself with newly-learned art;

A wedding or a festival,

A mourning or a funeral;

And this hath now his heart,

And unto this he frames his song:

Then will he fit his tongue

To dialogues of business, love, or strife;

But it will not be long

Ere this be thrown aside,

And with new joy and pride

The little Actor cons another part;

Filling from time to time his "humorous stage"

With all the Persons, down to palsied Age,

That Life brings with her in her equipage;

As if his whole vocation

Were endless imitation.



VIII



Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie

Thy Soul's immensity;

Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep

Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind,

That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep,

Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,--

Mighty Prophet! Seer blest!

On whom those truths do rest,

Which we are toiling all our lives to find,

In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave;

Thou, over whom thy Immortality

Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave,

A Presence which is not to be put by;

Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might

Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,

Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke

The years to bring the inevitable yoke,

Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?

Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight,

And custom lie upon thee with a weight

Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!



IX



O joy! that in our embers

Is something that doth live,

That nature yet remembers

What was so fugitive!

The thought of our past years in me doth breed

Perpetual benediction: not indeed

For that which is most worthy to be blest--

Delight and liberty, the simple creed

Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest,

With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:--

Not for these I raise

The song of thanks and praise;

But for those obstinate questionings

Of sense and outward things,

Fallings from us, vanishings;

Blank misgivings of a Creature

Moving about in worlds not realised,

High instincts before which our mortal Nature

Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised:

But for those first affections,

Those shadowy recollections,

Which, be they what they may,

Are yet the fountain light of all our day,

Are yet a master light of all our seeing;

Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make

Our noisy years seem moments in the being

Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake,

To perish never;

Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour,

Nor Man nor Boy,

Nor all that is at enmity with joy,

Can utterly abolish or destroy!

Hence in a season of calm weather

Though inland far we be,

Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea

Which brought us hither,

Can in a moment travel thither,

And see the Children sport upon the shore,

And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.



X



Then sing, ye Birds, sing, sing a joyous song!

And let the young Lambs bound

As to the tabor's sound!

We in thought will join your throng,

Ye that pipe and ye that play,

Ye that through your hearts to-day

Feel the gladness of the May!

What though the radiance which was once so bright

Be now for ever taken from my sight,

Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;

We will grieve not, rather find

Strength in what remains behind;

In the primal sympathy

Which having been must ever be;

In the soothing thoughts that spring

Out of human suffering;

In the faith that looks through death,

In years that bring the philosophic mind.



XI



And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,

Forebode not any severing of our loves!

Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;

I only have relinquished one delight

To live beneath your more habitual sway.

I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,

Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;

The innocent brightness of a new-born Day

Is lovely yet;

The Clouds that gather round the setting sun

Do take a sober colouring from an eye

That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;

Another race hath been, and other palms are won.

Thanks to the human heart by which we live,

Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,

To me the meanest flower that blows can give

Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

1803-6.

William Wordsworth
Complete Poetical Works

Gourmetizando: uma experiência enogastronomica

Pessoal,


Sabado que vem, dia 26/03/2011 tem o evento Gourmetizando.

http://gourmetizando.com.br/2011/03/09/i-gourmetizando-uma-experiencia-enogastronomica

Será uma experiencia gastronômica única... Eu ja provei e aprovei!!!

E ai, vamos??

Tentando publica ideias pelo email...

Here I Go Again

Whitesnake

Composição: David Coverdale / Bernie Marsden

No I don't know where I'm going
But I sure know where I've been
Hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday
And I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
Here i go again...
Here i go again...

Though I keep searching for an answer
I never seem to find what I'm looking for
Oh Lord I pray you give me strength to carry on
'Cause I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

And here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
But I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time

Just another heart in need of rescue
Waiting on love's sweet charity
And I'm gonna hold on for the rest of my days
'Cause I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

And here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
And I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
But here I go again
Here I go again
Here I go again
Oh baby, oh yeah

(guitar solo)

'Cause I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

And here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
And I've made up my mind
And wasted no more time

And here I go again on my own
Going down the only road I've ever known
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
'Cause I know what it means
To walk along the lonely street of dreams

CULTURA URBANA: Você ja viu? O de hoje estará sensacional!

Pessoal,

O queridissimo (e vizinho ;) ) Vitor Cardoso, apresenta toda segunda um programa sobre cultura na internet.

Ele recebe pessoas de várias areas em entrevistas divertidas. 

E o cara não é fraco não, foi Produtor Master em Bullet Eventos, estudou Filmmaking na New York Film Academy. E ama músicais que nem eu! (Sim ele tb é lindo... ;) )

Hoje ele irá entrevistar o elenco dos espetáculos LADO A: A SESSÃO DA TARDE OU VOCÊ NÃO SOUBE ME AMAR e LADO B: MUDARAM AS ESTAÇÕES

Nas palavras do Vitor:

"Uma viagem louca e divertida aos anos 80 e todos os seus hits cantados e apresentados de uma forma que você nunca viu!!!

 Sem exagero nenhum, dois dos meus espetáculos preferidos que estão de volta em cartaz porque o que é bom não pode parar nunca!!! "

Assista AO VIVO e mande suas perguntas!

Hoje, 21h na JUST TV - www.justtv.com.br

Eu vou ver e você?

O sonho não acabou...

 

Ja me acostumei da gozação de uma eliminação, também já fui pra segunda e voltei... então são coisas q fazem parte do jogo, mas prefiro ter jogado e sair, a não ter entrado.

E diante de tantas frases recebidas hoje, só posso dizer agora mais que nunca: "Eu nunca vou te abandonar porque eu te amo, EU SOU CORINTHIANS!"

 

Abaixo algumas frases que recebi...

• Ser eliminado na Libertadores é humano. Ser eliminado na pré-Libertadores é ser corintiano
• “Corinthians, vem sonhar Libertadores aqui fora, vem”, diz Pedro Bial
• O Ronaldo comeu o sonho da Libertadores
• O Corinthians é que nem a Derci Gonçalves… Com 100 anos e ainda fazendo todo mundo dar risada
• Alô, é da Libertadores? – É sim. – Posso falar com o Corinthians? – Não dá, ele saiu.
• Semi em 2000. Quartas em 2006. Oitavas em 2010. Pré em 2011. Na próxima o Corinthians será eliminado no sorteio
• Ainda bem que Colombo não era corintiano. Se não, nunca teria conquistado a América
• Corinthians Paulista: 100 anos ensinando que o importante é competir
• No jogo War, quando o objetivo é conquistar a América, o Corinthians sempre sai do jogo
• Corinthians é eliminado de três Libertadores seguidas e pede música no Fantástico
• O gramado está reclamando do péssimo estado do Corinthians
• “O que a laranja falou pro Corinthians?” “Hoje eu TO-LIMA”

 

Lan Lan hoje no Sesc Consolação.

Pessoal,

Rapidinho!
Hoje tem Lan Lan de graça no Sesc Consolação de Sampa.
Maiores detalhes em:
http://www.sescsp.org.br/sesc/programa_new/mostra_detalhe.cfm?programacao_id=184953

Aproveitem!!!

Ser ou não ser... Esse é o Curriculo!

Quem nunca mentiu num curriculo que jogue a primeira pedra!

Começo assim, pois ja fiz isso, a uns 20 anos atrás e percebi que o melhor é só dizer o que faz, exaltar o que faz de melhor, e sempre estar disposto a aprender e a diversificar.

Aqui comigo trabalha um "Senior", com um curriculo FODÁSTICO, com uma pilha enorme de certificações e cursos, que já fez e aconteceu. Tem "experiência" em Java, C#, C ANSI, e é especialista em LÓGICAS COMPLEXAS. Não me perguntem o que seria uma lógica complexa, pra mim lógica é logica - e olha que eu fiz lógica com o Prof. Odilon Otavio Luciano.

Pois esse "Senior", trata os membros da equipe como inferiores, mesmo quando tem que pedir ajuda. Fala que sabe isso e aquilo, mas quando precisa fazer, não ta lembrado e/ou  faz lambança. Quando falamos das certificações MS que tirei, ele simplesmente desqualificou as mesmas dizendo que certificação boa é a de PMI (para um desenvolvedor???), mas na realidade ele também não tem...

Os certificados que ele tanto alardeou são apenas de comparecimento no curso. Seus conhecimentos em Java e em C# mostraram-se nulos, ele não sabe fazer "if" em C#, portanto não deve saber fazer em Java, muito menos em C Ansi.

E o que é pior, ele ganha como um Senior...

Ai as outras pessoas da equipe, que deveriam se espelhar, e obter estimulo e conhecimento, compartilhar experiência, ficam desmotivadas e chateadas.

Você deve estar pensando: "Por que não mandam o mano embora?"

A resposta que não quer calar tem a mesma resposta sempre que ela é feita: "Alguem lá em cima gosta dele".

Abaixo alguns dos Facts do nosso "SENIOR FODÁSTICO", você quer contratar?

• "O Site esta todo em Tableless, vou te explicar o que é, é um monte de DIV dentro de tabelas.";
• "Instanciar uma classe é dar nome a ela.";
• "Tenho esses certificados da Green e da Ka solution, vê se você consegue usar para conseguir parceria como profissional Microsoft";
• "Senior não tem que saber desinstalar programas, isso é coisa de estagiário";
• "Como eu imprimo esse resultado da query do SQL?";
• "Se você quiser aprender trabalhar com sockets, eu tenho um livro, mas sabe que sockets é em linux, não tem sockets em windows";
• Conversa entre eu e ele:
• Senior F: Não conheço o windows 7, como desinstala um software?
• Biss: é igual ao vista.
• SF: Não trabalhei com o Vista, só com o XP e o 98, onde é?
• Biss: é igual ao XP.
• SF: Não to lembrado do XP, eu tenho mais experiencia no 98...
• Biss perdendo paciência: Iniciar, painel de controle, Instalar ou remover programa.
• Biss pensando na seuência...
• Biss sarcástica: mas como é que você programava com o Visual Studio no Win 98?
• SF: Ah, mas eu usava linux
• Biss levanta e vai tomar café...
• "Como é mesmo que eu paro uma thread que travou enquanto eu debugava? É que eu fechei o Visual Studio";
• "Eu ñão to consiguindo abrir a base oracle, me ajuda?" - Ele tava no Microsoft SQL Server Management Studio

Bom, tem outras, que não me lembro... eu só precisava desabafar mesmo.

Alguem quer contratar???? Não, né... é muita enganação!