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Thursday, April 30, 2009

Where is the web going?

Some time ago I began using Google Reader to stay up-to-date with stuff. By stuff I mean blogs from friends, news from several sites, updates from scientific publications, lolcats/loldogs, and so on. Basically, everything.

That brings to mind something very odd that's been happening to the internet. People don't have to go to websites to get information from them.

In a way that's a good thing, because it makes it clear that content is more important than looks, since you don't need to care about the looks on a particular page to read from it if you find it interesting. Also, it means that you don't have to wade through all the ads that keep popping up everywhere you go. And, most importantly, it means having everything you want in the same place; no need to visit every single page that might have something interesting.

However, that keeps me thinking: what is the future of web sites?

If everyone starts using feed readers to retrieve stuff from websites, what's the point of keeping up ads, or even of working out a pleasing look?

See this blog, for instance; how many people visit here to see if there's something new? How many of them just leave it to the feed aggregator to check the rss feed and download new content? Am I just wasting time when I am looking for another template and adapting it?

Personally I believe that the layout of a website is an integral part of its content, and as such it affects the way whatever is on the page is seen. When I'm reading my feeds and I find something that's interesting - not just plain interesting, but above-the-normal-interesting - I load it on another tab.

I'm not sure what's the answer to the question in the title. Personally, I like to see a well-made website, so I can just hope they don't get killed by rss.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Sobre Stoa, censura e falta de noção

O Stoa acabou. Certamente isso não é oficial, mas na prática duvido que alguém vá levar esse site a sério.

Um colaborador do portal postou uma piada no dia 1º de abril a respeito de uma hipotética conversa entre a reitora e o governador a respeito da privatização da USP.

Aparentemente as coisas tomaram uma proporção ligeiramente fora de controle. Não sei dos detalhes da história, porque honestamente não tenho o hábito de freqüentar o Stoa todo dia. Simpatizava com o conceito do site, de criar uma "rede social da USP" e, assim, procurar integrar as pessoas que fazem parte da Universidade.

Aparentemente, no entanto, algumas pessoas não compreendem o conceito de piada. Nem o conceito de noção.

Depois de muita repercussão, o autor do tal post foi afastado da equipe do Stoa e teve sua conta no sistema apagada. Foi, também, obrigado a escrever uma mensagem de desculpas, esclarecendo o mal entendido - coisa que, aliás, foi feita também pela equipe do site. Tudo isso porque esse post, essa brincadeira, foi considerado como uma ofensa séria, uma acusação contra a pessoa da reitora.

Bullshit.

Para ser perfeitamente honesto, embora a idéia por trás do Stoa fosse muito boa, nunca gostei da maneira como o site era administrado. A diversidade de opiniões nunca foi incentivada, mas reprimida. A esquerdofrenia floresceu ali, e pessoas intransigentes e ignorantes ganharam um lugar para suas opiniões.

Mesmo assim, a punição imposta ao autor do post é injusta e desproporcional. A reitora aparenta não ter a noção de humor, e é incapaz de compreender a intenção humorística original do post. Não apenas isso, mas, mesmo que o Stoa fosse um espaço mantido pela USP, e mesmo que o autor fosse colaborador do projeto, o espaço fornecido para blogs no Stoa é um espaço pessoal, e como tal não deveria ser alvo de retaliações de nenhum tipo. Da última vez que chequei, ainda estávamos num país que respeitava o livre direito de opinião e de expressão. Mesmo que a Constituição seja ligeiramente inconsistente com a Declaração Universal dos Direitos Humanos.

Esse evento mostra a real fragilidade de iniciativas como o Stoa, e mostra o quão verdadeiramente retrógrada e autoritária é a administração universitária USPiana. A tradição estraga os princípios éticos que deveriam reger esta Universidade. Não é a primeira ocasião em que esse tipo de conduta irresponsável denigre ainda mais a já combalida moral da suposta maior universidade do Brasil.

Nunca antes eu tinha considerado abandonar o Stoa. Apesar da presença de microcéfalos, esquerdofrênicos e paranóicos, para ser honesto eu me divertia distorcendo as idéias fracas e argumentos vazios que tentavam jogar na minha direção. Agora, depois dessa demonstração de ignorância, truculência, niilismo e anti-democracia, desisto do Stoa. Não vejo motivo para continuar fazendo parte de um portal que não oferece o que se propõe a fazê-lo. 

O que, sinceramente, é uma pena, pois apesar de tudo, o Stoa era um símbolo de que a esperança ainda existia para a USP.

Friday, April 24, 2009

I am...

...tired.

Sunday, March 08, 2009

...and I did scream.

To begin with, I'd like to say that, after today, I respect Ian Gillan. A LOT.

It's a sad fact that he shouldn't be touring with Deep Purple anymore. He no longer has a voice to keep it up trhoughout the concert, and the rest of the band ends up lifting him up with the instruments and carrying him through the whole gig.

That said, it does not make it less of a show. Gillan may no longer have the voice he had in the heyday of Purple, but he still keeps an extremely charismatic presence.

They opened he show with a direct hit - Highway Star. Those who know the song know that it's _very_ tough on the voice. Indeed, I couldn't help but feeling sorry for Gillan during those moments when his vocal cords faltered. He coughed a lot, missed whole lines, even though overall he managed to keep up. In a few moments his frustration was visible.

Anyway, after that heavy blow right in the first song, they proceeded with a series of songs from more recent albums, like Silver Tongue from Bananas and Girls Like That from Rapture of the Deep. Then, another blockbuster: Space Truckin'. One thing has to be said here, before I forget mentioning it: Roger Glover is HUGE. His presence is so magnetic that he doesn't need much to get people's attention. The little quirks he has when playing the bass are more than enough to do that. And, of course, because he is

Another song, Rapture of the Deep, from their latest album, and then Gillan presents Steve Morse, who then starts flaying the guitar like a madman, preparing the theme for Sometimes I Feel Like Screaming. At this point I need to say that Morse looks like a kid among a bunch of old guys. But he's a kid who knows his guitar as well as anyone can know a guitar. At this point it was clear to me that he is the main driving force in Deep Purple. But, more than everything, it is perfectly obvious from his facial expression that he's having the time of his life at that very moment, and nothing could be better.

That takes us to Lazy. And some people will say(cry), "he's not Jon Lord!". Indeed, he is not. He doesn't need to be. I've never seen a live presentation with Lord on the keyboards, but I do know that Don Airey is more than competent enough to fill the void, adding a little progressive hint to the keyboards, without compromising the style of classics like Highway Star and Lazy. Not to mention his "presentation solo" right before Perfect Strangers, where this progressive aspect becomes more evident. Not to mention he little funnies he improvises into the solo, like Sir Lancelot's theme from Monty Python, the Disney theme song and a few themes from bossa nova tunes like "Aquarela do Brasil".

And then there's Ian Paice. My basis for comparison is fairly small, but to me he seems to me a extremely skilled drummer, whose playing hasn't decayed a milimeter since "back in the day" (as it hasn't for Roger Glover, either). In particular, his solo reminded me a lot of John Bonham's Moby Dick solo in How The West Was Won, with the cymbals marking the tempo, which in turn responded to every whim of Paice's will.

To end the setlist, another monster song. One without which the gig couldn't be called Deep Purple: Smoke in the Water. Needless to say, the crowd went nuts. Gillan's effort was actually minimized because the audience sang the whole song (the look on his face was _priceless_).

The setlist was over, everyone got off the stage. The crowd kept calling them back, and back they came. Hush was presented as the encore, another crowd-go-crazy song. And then, when the song was over and everyone but Glover had left the stage, something I'm still not sure if was planned or not: he kept playing the same note, and the crowd began to chant the notes to Black Night's chorus. And then, they played the song, with a little "dialogue" between Morse's guitar and the crowd.

I'm not sure if this was planned or rehearsed. I can think of convincing arguments for both sides and, in the end, maybe I'll never know. Not that I care about it that much...

I obviously did not mention all songs they performed, and probably didn't even mention the ones I did remember in the right order, except for a few ones that can't be mistaken (the first one and the last few ones, for example). I didn't mention, for example, Strange Kind of Woman. Nor did I mention that Gillan kept screaming like a wild man throughout the set, even though he did it a lot less and kept going to the back stage, possibly for a much needed refreshment. He didn't do those long and repetitive screaming thanks after every song, though. And, to be perfectly honest, even though I always complained about them I actually missed them.

Also, I intentionally failed to mention a lot of stuff. Some of them because they didn't have anything to do with the gig, others because they are simply negative, and I'm writing an admittedly biased review.

I wanted to finish this post with a philosophical, witty note. I won't do it because, quite frankly, I can't think of something that wouldn't sound cheesy as well.

So I'll summarize instead: I was worried about Gillan's shortcomings in the beginning, but his charisma and the sympathy I felt for his effort paved the way for a wonderful night that kept me wondering how awesome it would have been to be in the audience twenty years ago.

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Today I feel like screaming

It's been such a long time since the last concert I went to I can't even remember which one it was. This period ends today. In a few hours I'm leaving to see Deep Purple. The last time they were in Brazil Jon Lord was still at the keyboards, but I missed the chance to see him. Don Airey is in his place now.

I wished I had had the chance to see the classic line-up, with Blackmore, Lord, Glover, Paice and Gillan, but this one I didn't even have the chance - Blackmore left the band before I could have the chance to think about going to a concert.

I know that most likely I won't be able to stand very close to the stage so I won't be able to see Steve Morse - or rather Steve Morse's guitar - but since I couldn't afford the cool, near-the-stage-class tickets, I guess I'm gonna have to live with that. Maybe they will have video screens and then I will be able to actually see something. And, since this is the first time I go to a big concert since I started learning the guitar (actually this is he biggest one ever), I'm sure this will be the one I enjoy the most.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

MediaMonkey is not the same anymore

MediaMonkey used to be my music player of choice for many reasons: it wasn't hard on the CPU, it was easy to use, it could handle my music library with ease, made it quick to find anything I wanted to hear, and most of all, it simply worked.

That is not the case anymore. After spending some time without using MediaMonkey (and Windows at all) I expected it to still be the same fantastic piece of software I was used to. Quite frankly, I am very disappointed. Somewhere in the way from there to here something went terribly wrong and now MediaMonkey barely serves as a ordinary music player. 

Back then I would gladly pay to use the extended version. Today, I'm giving up using it at all. At first there was the last.fm issue. It simply never worked the way it should, even though the people over at Ventis Media claim it to be "Winamp-compatible", that just does not seem to be the case. The last.fm client software utterly fails to acknowledge the very existence of the player. 

Another negative point on the new version of MediaMonkey is its music library. A feature that was absolutely perfect is now a complete piece of crap. It doesn't behave correctly, makes it completely impossible to add album art to files, and sometimes it even refuses to acknowledge that there are new files on the music folder. No matter what I do, it seems to be impossible for it to understand that there are new files to be read and added to the library. Even though they are in the correct places, with correct names and completely filled tags, no matter what I do they simply do not show up in MediaMonkey. I even tried completely resetting the library database and reconstructing it from scratch, to no avail. 

Unless I can find the original version, the one I liked so much, I'm leaving it behind.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Samples and memories

This is what's left of my masters: a box full of samples. The picture above, which I took a few minutes ago, is from a box where I stored all samples and materials I used in my work for my masters degree.

Actually, not all the materials are in the box - some of them, especially eppendorfs - are not in the picture. I intend to clean and reutilise them - after all it would be a huge waste if I stored a bunch of empty, perfectly useful vials in a box never to be looked at again.Even these materials, I'm keeping only for a few years. I'll probably use the same box to store stuff from my PhD, and then throw its current content away. Or recycle it, if possible.

Looking at it I can recall a lot of memories of all the work I've done, which doesn't seem to have been that much, but at the time the task seemed somehow unattainable. But in the end, even with all the stress, all the problems I've had to solve, all the rights and wrongs, I see it was worth it.

I already have my diploma, my degree and my dissertation, but seeing this box is what ultimately gives me a sense of completion, of a work that has been finally finished.
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Thursday, January 29, 2009

Three years

Yesterday I received word about my PhD. My grant is going to last only for 3 years, which is a considerably short time for a PhD... but, considering that this work is going to be a continuation of work I've done in my masters, it gets a little easier to make it happen in that time.

It's going to be tight, though. That means less time for fooling around and overall procrastination. Also, it is quite possible that a lot of things I wanted to explore will be left out, perhaps to be addressed later on.

That's alright, though. Besides, there's always the possibility for an extension (though I would feel much better if I didn't need one), and my stipend will be quite comfortable, so I can save up a good money for the hard times. 

That said, I will do as Obama told America: get up, dust myself off, and get back to work. And start to wonder where the hell I'm going to be three years from now.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Até março

Depois de pastar por bastante tempo, tendo que ficar pedindo abrigo pros outros pra poder ficar por São Paulo e conseguir fazer alguma coisa produtiva (muito embora o WoW tenha atrapalhado bastante...) acabei me enchendo dessa vida.

Depois da última decepção com algumas pessoas que falam uma coisa querendo dizer outra e fazem questão de abusar da má-vontade e da falta de bolas no meio das pernas pra falar as coisas ao vivo e se esconder atrás de SMS resolvi não passar nem mais um dia nessa ciranda. Hoje mesmo estou procurando por uma pensão pra ficar por São Paulo até março, quando sai a segunda chamada para o CRUSP, na qual tenho boas chances de conseguir uma vaga. 

Enquanto isso não acontece, foi bom ter uma graninha reservada para eventualidades. Muito embora meu cartão de crédito acabe sofrendo um pouco com isso, infelizmente não há outro remédio, e prefiro fazer isso logo de uma vez antes de me desgastar ainda mais com o esforço necessário pra encontrar um lugar pra dormir. Não quero nem vou ficar engolindo sapo além do estritamente necessário. Já passei por apuros demais nos últimos doze meses pra ficar agüentando babaquice dos outros.

Isso tudo me deixa muito triste, na verdade. É muito ruim perceber que certas coisas não são o que parecem, e que certas pessoas simplesmente não valem a pena.

Short version for the english speakers: I'm looking for a place to crash until I can get to the student apartments. In the meantime, once again it has been shown to me that certain people are just not worth the trouble.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Finally some good news

At last something good - really good - happened.

My project was granted! Now I do have something official about my PhD - it's an absolute certainty now. 

Ever since I defended my masters last september everything on my life was on hold, waiting for an answer that came not too early. Sure, a lot of things - new things - came up in the last four months. However, even the new things happening were only transient. Since my future was so uncertain I couldn't afford making and following any plans, no matter how many of them I came up with.

Everything is different as of today. Now I can really make up my mind as to what I intend to do with my life for the next four years and stick to it. I can really make plans. But, most importantly, I was given a new opportunity to keep building my professional life, and in an career option as the one I have made, that is very important. I can't say where I'm going to be four years from now. All I can do is my best, and stay alert, on the look out for opportunities. 

They are out there, all I have to do is find them.

Monday, January 19, 2009

A moment of reflection

Your priorities define the kind of person you are.

Your methods define if you are good enough for them.

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Já vai tarde.

Very good things happened in 2008.

But I'm not gonna miss that year. Not anytime soon.

Anyway, Happy New Year.

Monday, December 29, 2008

2008

Every year I write down here a short text about what happened during the year and try to draw some conclusions to help me move forward.
2008 was a particularly difficult year. 

To be honest, only one particularly bad thing happened this year, but that was more than enough. 

I defended my masters, my brother got married, my girlfriend achieved her dream of studying abroad. I finally began to feel like I know more than a bunch of useless memorized stuff.

But my father died.

I lost my ground with it. He was everything to me. The standard to which I measured myself as a man. And I still haven't fully recovered.

I'm not sure what to expect of 2009. And sometimes I find it very hard to be hopeful. However, as I have said before in this very blog, perseverance is what keeps hope alive. 

I will draw a deep breath, and persevere.

Monday, November 03, 2008

Movin' out

After almost three and a half years I finally decided to move out from Daniel's place.

It was about time. Quite frankly, it was actually past time I moved out. I think I got too comfortable living there, and ended up staying longer than I should have. Living together with another person for an extender period of time is a very tricky stunt to pull off. More often than not it is not possible to keep up - small things acquire a tendency of groing out of proportions, and that tendency only grows.

Needless to say, this kind of stuff can end up being very nocive to a friendship. I know for a fact that from now on I have to work on rebuilding mine with Daniel, which got more than a few bruises in that process.

Due to several factors I decided to move back in with my mom. I don't intend to discuss the reasons why I did it, but the one massively responsible is, I think, quite obvious.

So now I am going through the process of reacquainting myself with Itu, and slowly taking back my old bedroom - it doesn't feel the same after all these years. Actually I don't think it ever will. So many things are different from almost ten years ago that there's no way it would get even close to being the same.

There are many details that need to be worked out yet, but in time everything will be on its place.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

1 mês.

A gratidão é essa alegria da memória, esse amor do passado - não o sofrimento do que não é mais, nem o pesar do que foi. É o tempo reencontrado, se quisermos. Compreendemos que esse tempo torna a idéia da morte indiferente, como dirá Proust, pois aquilo que vivemos, a própria morte, que nos levará, não poderia tomar de nós: são bens imortais, diz Epicuro, não porque não morremos, mas porque a morte não poderia anular o que vivemos, o que fugidia e definitivamente vivemos. A morte só nos privará do futuro, que não é. A gratidão liberta-nos dele, pelo saber alegre do que foi. O reconhecimento é um conhecimento (ao passo que a esperança nada mais é que uma imaginação); é por aí que ela alcança a verdade, que é eterna, e a habita. Gratidão: desfrutar eternidade.

Isso não nos restituirá o passado, objetar-se-á Epicuro, nem o que perdemos... Sem dúvida, mas quem pode fazê-lo? A gratidão não anula o luto, consuma-o: “É necessário curar os infortúnios com a lembrança reconhecida do que perdemos, e pelo saber de que não é possível tornar não-consumado o que aconteceu.” Pode haver formulação mais bela do trabalho do luto? Trata-se de aceitar o que é, portanto, também o que não é mais, e de amá-lo como tal, em sua verdade, em sua eternidade: trata-se de passar da dor atroz da perda à doçura da lembrança, do luto a consumar ao luto consumado, da amputação à aceitação, do sofrimento à alegria, do amor dilacerado ao amor apaziguado. “Doce é a lembrança do amigo desaparecido”, dizia Epicuro – a gratidão é essa própria doçura, quando se torna alegre. No entanto, no sofrimento é mais forte primeiro: “Que terrível ele ter morrido!” Como poderíamos aceitar? Por isso o luto é necessário, por isso é difícil, por isso é doloroso. Mas a alegria retorna, apesar dos pesares: “Que bom ele ter vivido!” Trabalho do luto: trabalho da gratidão.

André Comte-Sponville

Monday, September 29, 2008

Master

I defended my masters last friday.

Everything was absolutely great. In fact I was quite worried because I had a sore throat since the day before, and so there was a chance that I wouldn't have a voice to use in my presentation. However, even though my throat didn't get all better I was able to do it without any further problems.

Also, I'm glad to say that the presentation itself was absolutely flawless. The examining comitee had a few points to make about the dissertation itself, but they were all minor. There were also lots of comments and general questions about stuff related to the work. All in all, however, there were more compliments than any other thing. I was very proud, and so was my advisor.

On a particular note, one of the members of the comitee knew my father from childhood. He made a "statement", so to speak, at the end , in which he expressed personal satisfaction with my defense, since he was involved in my decision to major in Physics.

It almost made me cry, because he remembered my dad in a way that is most cherished by me. But it also made me very happy, because I will never forget that.

Friday, September 19, 2008

My father.

The last time I spoke to my dad was about ten days ago. He was getting better from his illness (he suffered from idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis, a disease that slowly deteriorates the lungs with no chance of recovery), enough for the hospital to consider sending him home. But, as it turns out, I was the last person to talk to him. Ever.

We talked about many things. Family, friends, grad school, the Higgs boson...

But I can't help but think that I never said that I loved him, very much, enough times. I am sure he knew that, but this feeling never goes away.

Of all the people who were part of my life until now, he was the one person who was responsible for me being who I am today. He was the one person I looked up to the most.

With him I learned the facts of life. That life is much more than the endless pursuit of money or knowledge or love or anything. That life must be lived to the fullest. And that one only accomplishes that by taking the most out of every moment. "Carpe diem" was his message.

Most of all, the one thing I am going to miss most is the unshakable faith he had in me. For every moment in my whole life, good or bad, he was always there. He was always the first one to support me, regardless of the situation. I always knew I could count on him. And, whenever the outlook on things seemed dark, he would say: "don't worry, be happy". And, like magic, all problems suddenly became no more than a footnote.

He was human, though. And, as such, he made a lot of mistakes. To me the really important thing is that, no matter what, he always aimed for the best and never gave up.

From now on, whenever I have difficulties in life, I won't worry. I'll be happy, because the memory of my father will remain with me. And I will remember that I'm human, and that most certainly I will make a lot of mistakes. But I will always aim for the best, and I will never give up.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

24 hours.

Tomorrow my girlfriend leaves for Finland.

She's going to be away for three years to do her PhD. Although the possibility existed ever since I first met her, it only became real abou two months ago when she finally got accepted.

I have to admit that part of me was kinda hoping she wouldn't get it. I do not need to be reminded that it was narrow-minded and selfish, to say the least. It's the opportunity of a lifetime.

When she first me told me I kept silent for a long time before saying anything. Not because I was mad or anything, but because I was in shock. I'm not sure why - all I know is that there's something about long-distance relationships that really freaks me out. I can't tell what it is. I know people who were in LDRs before - some of those worked out and some didn't. One way or another, I know for a fact that it's very difficult, especially for someone as paranoid as I am. I think that's an issue I will have to learn how to deal with.

Of all the problems I am facing these days this is the one I should not be worrying about, because both of us are quite sure about how we feel about each other and are committed to making it work. I have problems that have absolutely not a chance to be solbed quickly or easily, since they require both patience and perseverance, not to mention all the help I can get.

But she's all I can think about.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Is a car worth it?

Earlier this year, after more than 9 years, I finally got my driver's license. Since then there has been only one thing I wanted more than anything else: a car.

To be honest, that bugs me. A LOT. Not because I don't think having a car is important, but because I can't help but feel like there are so many things that are more important than that. I'm not even sure what they are, all I know is that they're there.

I think I'm beginning to realize that I'm not gonna live forever, that I'm not gonna be ever 20 years old. And, quite frankly, it scares the crap out of me, because all I can think is what the hell I'm going to do when I finish grad school. Sometimes it feels like walls closing in on me, like I'm trapped in a place which gets harder and harder to escape from. That becomes especially - and painfully - true when I see so many good people, extremely competent professionals, having problems to get a position somewhere. Mostly in this country, which seems not to give a crap to basic research.

I am a reasonably optimistic person, and as such I hope all of this will just pass away, provided I work hard and persevere.

Anyway, I guess I just needed to get something out of my system. I haven't been able to post recently, but that doesn't mean there's nothing going on in my life. Actually, it's the other way around.

Sunday, August 03, 2008

Chafé Imperialista my ass!

Eu já vi gente idiota. Mas o tal de Luís Antônio Giron é páreo duro.

Com uma coluninha besta no Destak (reproduzida ao lado porque o site do Destak é uma porcaria) ele tentou se fazer de entendido em café falando um monte de bobagem sobre um café que ele obviamente não experimentou. Coisa que ele próprio já afirmou, ao dizer que se recusa "a entrar nesses lugares que profanam a genuína arte de sorver o cafezinho".

Eu confesso que, logo que fiquei sabendo da abertura da Starbucks no Brasil, fiquei preocupado, porque afinal o tal "chafé" é mesmo coisa de americano. E eu gosto de café bem forte. Mas essas dúvidas sumiram assim que experimentei o café deles, que, apesar de não ser o café mais forte de São Paulo, é muito bom.

De fato, o que me agrada na Starbucks não é apenas o café, mas também o atendimento e o ambiente, que são muito agradáveis. Se o que esse babaca chama de imperialismo é atender com educação e um sorriso, se é oferecer um sofá confortável para o cliente se sentar enquanto aprecia a bebida, se é oferecer degustações dos diversos tipos de café oferecidos pela loja, então que venha o Imperialismo!

Mas, como eu digo, gosto é que nem cu: cada um tem o seu e todo mundo gosta de meter o pau no dos outros.

Se o Giron prefere, como diz, o café em copo sujo de boteco, azar o dele. Eu vou continuar passando nos Imerialistas (Starbucks e Havanna, que se espalhem mais e mais) sempre que puder. E os neuro-xenófobos que se fodam.