"You've got to find what you Love"

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TRANSCRIÇÃO

(http://news.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html)

Stanford Report, June 14, 2005
'You've got to find what you love,'

This is the text of the Commencement address by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, delivered on June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, its likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope its the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

Que o Novo Ano traga o que mais desejarmos, que possamos continuar em constante evolução, que tenhamos Paz, Amizade, Amor, Alegria e Sorrisos! Que tenhamos Amigos e Família para quando as lágrimas nos correrem pela face, para quando rirmos às gargalhadas, para quando concretizarmos sonhos, para agradecermos cada dia...

Que venham os obstáculos e que os consigamos ultrapassar de cabeça erguida, com força e sem medo! Que sejamos sempre fortes!

Que o que 2011 nos trouxer, venha por bem!!!

A todos...

Um Bem-Haja e muitas coisas boas, sempre!!!! =)

:: April in Portugal ::

So nice!

All I want for Christmas...

...is you!

Do Love It!

"Só um Mundo de Amor pode Durar a Vida Inteira"

"Há coisas que não são para se perceberem. Esta é uma delas. Tenho uma coisa para dizer e não sei como hei-de dizê-la. Muito do que se segue pode ser, por isso, incompreensível. A culpa é minha. O que for incompreensível não é mesmo para se perceber. Não é por falta de clareza. Serei muito claro. Eu próprio percebo pouco do que tenho para dizer. Mas tenho de dizê-lo.

O que quero é fazer o elogio do amor puro. Parece-me que já ninguém se apaixonade verdade. Já ninguém quer viver um amor impossível. Já ninguém aceita amar sem uma razão. Hoje as pessoas apaixonam-se por uma questão de prática. Porque dá jeito. Porque são colegas e estão ali mesmo ao lado. Porque se dão bem e não se chateiam muito. Porque faz sentido. Porque é mais barato, por causa da casa. Por causa da cama. Por causa das cuecas e das calças e das contas da lavandaria.

Hoje em dia as pessoas fazem contratos pré-nupciais, discutem tudo de antemão, fazem planos e à mínima merdinha entram logo em "diálogo". O amor passou a ser passível de ser combinado. Os amantes tornaram-se sócios.Reúnem-se, discutem problemas, tomam decisões. O amor transformou-se numa variante psico-sócio-bio-ecológica de camaradagem. A paixão, que devia ser desmedida, é na medida do possível. O amor tornou-se uma questão prática. O resultado é que as pessoas, em vez de se apaixonarem de verdade, ficam "praticamente" apaixonadas.

Eu quero fazer o elogio do amor puro, do amor cego, do amor estúpido, do amor doente, do único amor verdadeiro que há,estou farto de conversas, farto de compreensões, farto de conveniências de serviço. Nunca vi namorados tão embrutecidos, tão cobardes e tão comodistas como os de hoje. Incapazes de um gesto largo, de correr um risco, de um rasgo de ousadia, são uma raça de telefoneiros e capangas de cantina, malta do "tá bem, tudo bem", tomadores de bicas, alcançadores de compromissos, bananóides, borra-botas, matadores do romance, romanticidas. Já ninguém se apaixona? Já ninguém aceita a paixão pura, a saudade sem fim, a tristeza, o desequilíbrio, o medo, o custo, o amor, a doença que é como um cancro a comer-nos o coração e que nos canta no peito ao mesmo tempo?

O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. O amor não é para ser uma ajudinha. Não é para ser o alívio, o repouso, o intervalo, a pancadinha nas costas, a pausa que refresca, o pronto-socorro da tortuosa estrada da vida,o nosso "dá lá um jeitinho sentimental". Odeio esta mania contemporânea por sopas e descanso. Odeio os novos casalinhos. Para onde quer que se olhe, já não se vê romance, gritaria, maluquice, facada, abraços, flores. O amor fechou a loja. Foi trespassada ao pessoal da pantufa e da serenidade. Amor é amor. É essa beleza. É esse perigo. O nosso amor não é para nos compreender, não é para nos ajudar, não é para nos fazer felizes. Tanto pode como não pode. Tanto faz. É uma questão de azar.

O nosso amor não é para nos amar, para nos levar de repente ao céu, a tempo ainda de apanhar um bocadinho de inferno aberto. O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. A vida às vezes mata o amor. A "vidinha" é uma convivência assassina. O amor puro não é um meio, não é um fim, não é um princípio, não é um destino. O amor puro é uma condição. Tem tanto a ver com a vida de cada um como o clima. O amor não se percebe. Não é para perceber. O amor é um estado de quem se sente. O amor é a nossa alma. É a nossa alma a desatar. A desatar a correr atrás do que não sabe, não apanha, não larga, não compreende.

O amor é uma verdade. É por isso que a ilusão é necessária. A ilusão é bonita, não faz mal. Que se invente e minta e sonhe o que quiser. O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. A realidade pode matar, o amor é mais bonito que a vida. A vida que se lixe. Num momento, num olhar, o coração apanha-se para sempre. Ama-se alguém. Por muito longe, por muito difícil, por muito desesperadamente. O coração guarda o que se nos escapa das mãos. E durante o dia e durante a vida, quando não esta lá quem se ama, não é ela que nos acompanha - é o nosso amor, o amor que se lhe tem. Não é para perceber. É sinal de amor puro não se perceber, amar e não se ter, querer e não guardar a esperança, doer sem ficar magoado,viver sozinho, triste, mas mais acompanhado de quem vive feliz. Não se pode ceder. Não se pode resistir. A vida é uma coisa, o amor é outra. A vida dura a Vida inteira, o amor não.

Só um mundo de amor pode durar a vida inteira. E valê-la também."

Miguel Esteves Cardoso, in 'Jornal Expresso'

Mens sana in corpore sano

E, por isto, aqui vou eu para o ginásio!

Sum

Isn't Life a Sum of the Small Things?!

Prestidigitação

Meu coração tardou. Meu coração
Talvez se houvesse amor nunca tardasse;
Mas, visto que, se o houve, houve em vão,
Tanto faz que o amor houvesse ou não.
Tardou. Antes, de inútil, acabasse.

Meu coração postiço e contrafeito
Finge-se meu. Se o amor o houvesse tido,
Talvez, num rasgo natural de eleito,
Seu próprio ser do nada houvesse feito,
E a sua própria essência conseguido.

Mas não. Nunca nem eu nem coração
Fomos mais que um vestígio de passagem
Entre um anseio vão e um sonho vão.
Parceiros em prestidigitação,
Caímos ambos pelo alçapão.
Foi esta a nossa vida e a nossa viagem.

::Fernando Pessoa::

:: Tecnologias ::

Desejosa de ter computador em casa, novamente...

Anxiously Waiting...

Inspiration...

I need to update this... I know...

I want to, I should but....I'm lacking inspiration... waiting for some patiente to debate serious things or some sunny peaceful days to talk about whatever...

Have a nice Weekend!

2010

Here

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL!!!

New Year, New Resolutions...as for 2010, all we need to do is "colour" it! =)
May 2010 bring You all you wished for...!

Be Happy! =)

LOVE

Love, Midtown, New York City, NY

&

Great Soundtrack

Garbage Jukebox | The Fun Theory

Esta é fácil...temos um concurso internacional cujo "site is dedicated to the thought that something as simple as fun is the easiest way to change people’s behaviour for the better. Be it for yourself, for the environment, or for something entirely different, the only thing that matters is that it’s change for the better." e temos uma equipa portuguesa a concurso...!

A parte fácil é que só têm que votar! Já estão em 3º lugar! O concurso termina dia 15 de Dezembro, portanto...já falta pouco! Passem a informação, partilhem... pela Nação! ahaha

«Portugal and Spain share more than common traditions and lifestyles. They share common problems. In both countries it is usual to get together with friends in weekend nights in selected city spots. Everyone seems to have a blast but they seem to forget to clean up after themselves, leaving a lot of empty plastic cups and bottles behind. So how can we make putting the empty bottles and plastic cups in their rightful place a fun thing? Nothing goes better with friends and party than music. What if the soundtrack of the party was dependent on their hability to clean up after themselves?
That's exactly what the "Garbage Jukebox" does! Every bottle equals 1 minute of music, and every plastic cup equals 1/2 minute. The time you gain on the Jukebox is cumulative, so, as long as everybody puts their empty bottles and cups in the Jukebox, the music never stops!
Submitted by Francisco Morgado Véstia»

:: Trust the Universe ::

Porque sim! Posso?! =)

Delusion is a terrible thing...

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Pensamento do Dia...

Aqui

Assimilo o Caminho por onde Vou...

Idea for the day...

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The Logical Song

Here

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful,
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily,
Joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible,
Logical, responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable,
Clinical, intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world's asleep,
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they'll be calling you a radical,
Liberal, fanatical, criminal.
Won't you sign up your name, we'd like to feel you're
Acceptable, respectable, presentable, a vegetable!

At night, when all the world's asleep,
The questions run so deep
For such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned
I know it sounds absurd
But please tell me who I am.

SUPERTRAMP

Lisboa "Menina e Moça"

Aqui

Lisboa menina e moça, menina
Da luz que meus olhos vêem tão pura...

E hoje deu-me para isto...programas culturais?! Que vos parece?!

Este será um grande fim-de-semana, e animado, diga-se! Com a vinda de uma amiga a Lisboa há que tentar mostrar o melhor da "menina e moça" num curto espaço de tempo...mas como?

Verdade seja dita que, apesar de viver nesta linda cidade há 8 anos, não a conheço assim tão bem [e refira-se que a "noção" de "linda" Lisboa foi um processo, para mim!, evolutivo!. Começou por ser a "terrível" grande cidade em que as pessoas são centradas em si próprias sem rasgarem um sorriso ou um 'Bom Dia'; ao presente, do maravilhoso cosmopolitanismo do Chiado, às tradicionais lojas baixistas, aos teatros, aos museus, aos monumentos por 'bravos' erguidos, às paisagens de verde e de mar, chegando ao preciosismo da calçada portuguesa!]. Assim, nada melhor que ir à aventura... Ver roteiros turísticos, agendas culturais ou a Time Out que, por certo, darão a ajuda necessária. E é com base nesta última que passo a enumerar algumas actividades para Outubro! =)

A não perder!:

- 10ª Festa do Cinema Francês: quem não gosta d' "O Fabuloso Destino de Amélie Poulain"? Agora temos oportunidade de visualizar alguns dos melhores filmes que se fazem por terras francesas, sendo que este ano a homenageada é Agnès Verda (Les Plages d'Agnès - este documentário andou pelas salas de cinema mas por acaso não o vi). Fica aqui a programação para Lisboa.

- Amália, Coração Independente: já lá vão dez anos desde que o ícone do nosso Fado partiu e, como que mergulhados no nevoeiro, o saudosismo nacionalista volta à berra para comemorar (todos os anos!) a memória da fadista. Desta feita, é o CCB pela mão da colecção Berardo, que nos traz uma nova perspectiva da "fadista através de documentos, pinturas e filmes". Já sabem que a entrada é grátis.

- Festa no Chiado: haverá algo melhor que festas no Chiado?! Já vai na sua 13ª edição e o Centro Nacional de Cultura promove "oito dias de festa com concertos em igrejas e teatros, uma feira de alfarrabistas, exposições, visitas guiadas e acções de rua". É grátis e dá vida ao Chiado, é só ir procurando!

- 2ª Edição do Lisboa Restaurant Week: fantástico! Espero que o projecto, a julgar pelo aumento da procura, tenha vindo, definitivamente, para ficar. Aqui está uma óptima ideia (para nós apreciadores de boa comida) aliada a fins sociais.

Para quem não conhece, o conceito é "democratizar a restauração de qualidade" através da associação de restaurantes conceituados (e caros! - Eleven, Faz Figura, Bocca, Olivier, Kais, Conventual, etc. etc.) que fazem menus de 20€ (entrada, prato e sobremesa), sendo que 1€ reverte para instituições de solidariedade social (Ajuda de Berço e Janela Aberta, por ex.).

Esta 2ª edição decorre de 8 a 18 de Outubro e é de aproveitar!=D

- MUDE Museu do Design e da Moda: "Ante-estreia, Flashes do MUDE", a partir de dia 11 Out., deixou-me com vontande de correr! A Time Out escreve que esta exposição terá "um conjunto de peças que protagonizaram mudanças profundas ao longo do século XX, tanto no design como na moda." Poderia ser mais interessante?! Claro que sim! =)

Ao nível do design, a exposição terá peças de Russel Wright ou Le Corbusier, para citar exemplos. Mas o que realmente amei é que a atenção dada à moda sendo os eleitos - Vivienne Westwood, Jean Paul Gaultier ou John Galliano, por exemplo.

Aiiiiiii como adoro o Galliano! =D

- Last, but not the least, algo que me é muito querido... a Festa da Índia, no Museu do Oriente. Vai estar patente de 8 a 24 de Outubro, com uma série de actividades - desde massagens indianas, passagem de modelos de saris, espectáculo de dança kathak, especialidades gastronómicas, aprender a tocar tablas (lindo!), ou fazer tatuagens de henna (que saudades!).. por isto tudo, e muito mais, vale mais do que a pena!!! =D

Que tal, para um fim-de-semana?

Divirtam-se!!!=D

Outono

Imagem Autor Desconhecido

Pode não parecer, pois o calor ainda se faz sentir vibrante, mas o Verão chegou ao fim.

O Outono vai reclamando o seu lugar ao sol, com as folhas a esvoaçarem, com os ramos a aparecer, com as noites mais frias, e outras cores a despontar...

Que venha...e o que trouxer, que venha por bem...