“Most investors tend to get excited about stock investing after the market has been going up for many years and valuations are generally well above average. Conversely, they tend to withdraw assets from the market and become very negative toward stock investing during and in the immediate years after a large stock market decline. A general piece of advice I would offer to all stock investors is to maximize their investments during years when the stock market is hated and minimize their investments when stock investing is popular and the bull market is the subject of newspaper headlines and magazine covers.”
note to self
January 18, 2018“What if the Cuban missile crisis had gone badly?”
November 26, 2015quite an interesting read, as most of the other stuff over there.
“(…)During the last days of the standoff, sixty-plus B-52 bombers were in the air carrying nuclear payloads at any given time; one technical or communications glitch could have meant catastrophe. A Russian submarine lost communication with the surface, assumed war had broken out, and almost launched its own nuclear torpedo. According to an Air Force vet who’s only recently come forward, at one point launch orders were sent by mistake to U.S. missile bases at Okinawa. The crews didn’t comply only because a commanding officer noticed enough irregularities in protocol to investigate further.”
Good old Straight Dope.
Casa – Inverno de 13/14 (photoset)
February 25, 2014
Matagal atras da casa, inicio do inverno
Galpao nao-utilizado
Vista Lateral
Fundos da casa / Laje de churrascos
Gato na cama
Cadeira / Vista da laje de churrascos
Galpao (angulo 2)
Porta Lateral (neve recem-cavada)
Carro apos nevasca
Carro apos nevasca (angulo 2)
Sala adjacente (vista da cozinha)
Cozinha / Corredor de entrada (vista da sala adjacente)
Sala de Jantar
Sala de Estar / Candelabro
Sala de Estar / Clarinete
Porta, Corredor
Porao / Estudio (1)
Porao / Estudio (2)
Poster (detalhe)
Casa das Maquinas
Porao / Cozinha inacabada
Porao (workbench/deposito)
Porao / Mesa de Soldagem
Porao / Estudio (3)
Mesa de Soldagem (pedal aberto)
life advice prus ratao.
December 27, 2013God Entity: Bender, being God isn’t easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you. And if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch, like a safecracker or a pickpocket.
Bender: Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money.
God Entity: Yes, if you make it look like an electrical thing. When you do things right, people won’t be sure you’ve done anything at all.
correto.
Familia d’Almeida, produzindo vinhos e fundando clubes de futebol
October 19, 2013‘António Nicolau d’Almeida nasceu no ano de 1873 tendo falecido em 1948. Foi o fundador e o primeiro presidente do Futebol Clube do Porto.’
‘Dentro da maior privacidade realizou-se o primeiro treino, em 8 de outubro de 1893, no Campo do Prado de Matosinhos, contra um grupo de Aveiro que ensinou os primeiros passos ao clube. Jogaram António Nicolau d´Almeida, Mac Kechnie, Arthur Rumsey, Lacy Rumsey, Romualdo Torres, Chamberes, Fernando Nicolau d´Almeida, Albert Casselles, Albert Kendall, Alfred Kendall, Edward Kendall, A. Nugent, F.H Ponsonly e Mac Geock.’
http://odragaoazul.com/antonio-nicolau-de-almeida/
http://www.infopedia.pt/$fernando-nicolau-de-almeida;jsessionid=dSiT+aPAYVFgwApPSsGSiw__
Ira Glass – Commencement Speech
December 27, 2012muy interessante Ira Glass (o cara do ‘this american life’) commencement speech, assistirdes.
Daniil Kharms
March 3, 2012Now I want to sleep, but I have no intention of doing so. What I shall do is take paper and pen and write. I feel in myself a terrible force. I thought the whole thing through yesterday: it will be a short story about a miracle-worker who lives in our times and does not perform miracles. He knows he is a miracle-worker and can perform any miracle he likes, but he does not do so. When he is forced to move from his flat, he knows he has only to wave his little finger and the flat will remain his, but he does not do so; instead, he submissively leaves, and goes to live outside the city in a shack. This shack he is capable of turning into a beautiful house of brick, but he does not do so: he continues living in the shack and eventually dies, not having performed, in the course of his entire life, a single miracle.
from “The Old Woman”
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February 3, 2012jesus freak
January 27, 2012
land of the free
January 27, 2012United States
We received a request from a local law enforcement agency to remove YouTube videos of police brutality, which we did not remove. Separately, we received requests from a different local law enforcement agency for removal of videos allegedly defaming law enforcement officials. We did not comply with those requests, which we have categorized in this Report as defamation requests.
The number of content removal requests we received increased by 70% compared to the previous reporting period.
The number of user data requests we received increased by 29% compared to the previous reporting period.
(from: http://www.google.com/transparencyreport/governmentrequests/)
o tempero da vida (dialogo com a nasa)
September 23, 2011é quando um satelite meteorologico desativado do tamanho d’um onibus graúdo vai reentrar na atmosfera da terra nas proximas 36 horas e ninguem (to falando de ti, nasa) sabe exatamente quando ou aonde ele vai cair.
mas diz a nasa que …the satellite will not be passing over North America during that time period..
mas com o resto do mundo ninguem se importa, não?
é por isso que o mundo odeia voces, nasa (correto, mundo?)
…
dado:
as chances de um ser humano levar um satélite na cabeça são de 1 para 32.000. as chances de TU levar um satélite na cabeça são de 1 para 220,800,000,000,000.
as chances de ganhar na loteria são de 1 para 90,000,000 (variando de acordo com a densidade demografica e numero de pessoas sem nenhuma noção de estatistica por regiao) e as chances de ser atingido por um raio são de 1 para 2,650,000 (variando de acordo com a época do ano), mas ainda assim eu fico meio cabreiro com essa irresponsabilidade juvenil da nasa (satélite aleatório caindo e os caras-de-jaleco-branco fingindo que não é nada de mais, sério? “oh, provavelmente vai cair na água”)
fala isso pro peixe e ve a cara de faceiro dele, mlk.
é por isso que tão sistematicamente, ano após ano, cortanto o orçamento de voces, galere. vamo se ligá*
* – sem citar o fato de que os planos pro saturn 5, o foguete que nos salvaria do destino dos dinossauros, foram jogados fora num FAXINÃO pela tia da limpeza da nasa. e agora, como que a gente vai explodir bomba atomica no espaço?
bom trabalho, pessoal.
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September 17, 2011An acupuncturist wishes to make a (heh-heh) point
Dear Cecil:
As a practicing acupuncturist I would like to add something to your recent discussion of acupuncture. First of all, it is not completely correct to say that “no entirely satisfactory explanation for acupuncture has yet been offered.” Traditional acupuncture theory, which involves the body’s intricate meridian system and regulation of qi/energy flow, is a very satisfactory and usable explanation of the therapy’s effectiveness.
Second, while endorphin release or nerve junction theories may explain some aspects of acupuncture mechanics, they cannot account for the broad spectrum of illnesses which have been found to respond well to acupuncture treatment, including such diverse problems as bronchitis, menstrual irregularities, depression and high blood pressure, to name but a few. Hopefully future research will enable us to integrate traditional acupuncture theory with modern medical concepts to the satisfaction of health care practitioners in both East and West.
— Dan P., AcT., Chicago
Cecil replies:
“Traditional acupuncture theory” is a quaint patchwork of folklore with about as much relevance to current medical practice as medieval European notions about the four bodily humors. While it may be useful as a guide to future research, no scientist would regard it as satisfactory as it stands.
relevante II
January 6, 2011Assis convoca coletiva e Ronaldinho afirma: “Hoje vou jantar”
Quinta 06 | 16h30
Craque reuniu jornalistas no Copacabana Palace e anunciou cardápio.
Na tarde desta quarta, Ronaldinho e Assis convocaram imprensa mundial para anunciar o cardápio da noite de hoje: peixe assado.
– Hoje vou comer um peixinho. Comida leve pra não pesar na balada. Mas to feliz, to contente – afirmou o craque.
Assis, irmão e empresário completou:
– O Ronaldo hoje jantará por volta das oito da noite. Amanhã, por volta do meio-dia deve almoçar – encerrando a coletiva.
melhor jornal, esse O Bairrista. quase um THE ONION gaucho.
Farveste nos melhores do ano Sinewave
December 18, 2010faixa 5, gandhi.
Forced ARTificial Scarcity
December 4, 2010soul of the ghost
November 6, 2010#922982 +(2516)- [X]
lemonlimeskull: So I’m sitting in Hardee’s (Carl’s JR for anyone here one the west coast)
lemonlimeskull: This huge African American dude sits across from me at the booth. Plenty of tables around, of course, since this is Hardee’s.
lemonlimeskull: Since I don’t usually have uninvited guests at fast food restaurants, I’m naturally a bit put off while simultaniously wondering what the deal is.
lemonlimeskull: The guy goes “Hey, man what you do for a living?”
lemonlimeskull: I must’ve looked really confused, but I manage to answer “Game designer… Why?”
lemonlimeskull: The guy sits there for a good thirty seconds, looking out the window over my shoulder.
lemonlimeskull: Then he finally looks me straight on and says “Good, lemme ask you a question…”
lemonlimeskull: “Why don’t Pacman wanna eat eyes?”
lemonlimeskull: I just gave him this really quizzical look, then he gets up and leaves.
lemonlimeskull: After a few seconds of wondering wtf that was all about, I look out the window over my shoulder and see about five police cars slowly driving off into the distance.
lemonlimeskull: The worst part is…… WHY doesn’t Pacman wanna eat eyes?!
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August 14, 2010Uncle Ringo’s so much cooler
July 21, 2010S H O R T I M A G I N E D
M O N O L O G U E S .
– – – –
JULIAN LENNON, ON THE EVE OF HIS PARENTS’ DIVORCE, SITS THROUGH A NEW SONG BY UNCLE PAUL.
BY MICHAEL ROTTMAN
– – – –
Okay, what’s going on?
Why is everyone staring at me? What is it now? I don’t need another bomb exploding. My life is fucked. I want to go in my room and turn off the lights, kick the walls and rip out pages from my Noddy books.
Oh fantastic, Stupidface is here. Why’s he at the piano? What’s this chair in the middle of the room? Oh Mum, don’t make me sit. Can’t they see this is–
“A little something to ease the pain?” Mum, what is he…?
No… no… not a song. God, not a song. Is he for fucking real? Please let it be an instrumental–
AAAGGGGHHH.
I’ve never wanted to die more than right now. Stop staring at me, all of you. Please stop staring. Stop using that face. I’m not a cancer patient. You all have that face! Rrrgggh!
Remember to let who into my heart? That crazy woman who cooks me piles of rice in the shape of vulvas? I’m not talking to her again. Or does he mean Mum, who’s started lighting fires in the backyard?
Jesus, he looks like a Saint Bernard when he sings, hasn’t anyone ever told him that? Stop with the eyes already, I’m not a 17-year-old tart. And my name is Julian. JULIAN. It’s girly enough already. What are the boys at school going to think of “Jude”? I guess mangling my name was worth it if it saves you two syllables. Lazy bastard.
Mum… ow… stop. She’s practically strangling me. When’s the last time she showered? I wonder if I can get a kitten out of this.
I’m in hell. No question. This smile is burning a hole through my head.
“The movement I need is on my shoulder?” I thought the world was on my shoulders. Did the world take a dump on me? If you’re going to throw in nonsense lyrics, at least make them trippy. They’re looking at me for reactions. How do you react to this? If I laugh, Stupidface will think he’s cheering me up. If I cry, he’ll try even harder. Maybe I can pretend to be sick and run off to the loo. Then duck out the back door.
Jesus Christ on a crutch, HOW LONG IS THIS THING? Oh excellent, he’s forgotten the rest of the words, he’s just singing na-na-na-nahhhh. Maybe that means he’ll end it. Wait, what? Mum, please, no, don’t join in, you’re drunk. Oh fuck me, now they’re all doing it! I’m going to throw this fucking chair in a second. I am not clapping along. No. NO.
Can it be over? Do I dare believe? It’s over, and… he’s waiting for his hug. He’s actually waiting with his arms open.
God, what a prick. Uncle Ringo’s so much cooler.