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Starts here when the mobile company T-Mobile decided to make a viral video in the Liverpool Street Station 11:00 in the morning on 15th January, with a dance which looks like improvisation but the choreography was practiced before. The action was advertised on indoors palate in the principals station all over London, had success and very fast it was spread on the internet. Such simple and fast idea couldn't be better done. 3.586.157 views in 1 month or less then these. Fantastic!

People from the Facebook inspired in the T-mobiles video decide to make another “flashmob” which was planed on-line, but now it became into a little problem. The Liver Pool St. station is tight for 14.000 dancers and it was closed for a wile because of the high number of curious. Whatever, nobody was arrested and no crimes were noticed. Another meeting is planning to be happen on Friday 13 on Trafalgal Square and these time we, form the Twelve0nine, are going to be there.

VIdeo T-mobile


Pics from the croud.


Thanx Guys!
MarcelloP_

2 for 1

This is a sort of buy 1 get one for free post. I can start with a literary tip, recommending the book I've been reading for the past few weeks and than move on to another new wonder from the internet.

The book is "Franny and Zooey", by J.D. Salinger, which grabbed my interest after I read a review in a blog somewhere I don't remember now. Anyway, a long time ago I read "The Catcher in the Rye" and it instantly became one of my all-time favorite classics and I had always thought of reading something else by Salinger and now I've started doing so.

And now comes the second advice: I'm still in the middle of the book, but I'm already curious to understand a little bit more about it, so while browsing Wikipedia I stumbled upon this http://academicearth.org/ which is a site that provides videos from lecturers in some of the world's best universities teaching several subjects, from literature to physics, all for free and available anytime, anywhere. The video about "Franny and Zooey" is here.

Cheers,

Coxa

Royal Geographical Society

The Royal Geographical Society is a British learned society founded in 1830 with the name Geographical Society of London for the advancement of geographical sciences, under the patronage of King William IV. It absorbed the 'Association for Promoting the Discovery of the Interior Parts of Africa'--also known as the African Association--(founded by Sir Joseph Banks in 1788), the Raleigh Club and the Palestine Association. It was given a Royal charter by Queen Victoria in 1859.

...

Founding members of the Society include Sir John Barrow, Sir John Franklin and Francis Beaufort. It has been a key associate and supporter of many famous explorers and expeditions, including those of:

• Charles Darwin
• Ernest Shackleton
• James Kingston Tuckey
• David Livingstone
• William Ogilvie
• Scott of the Antarctic
• Richard Francis Burton
• John Hanning Speke
• George W. Hayward
• Henry Morton Stanley
• Sir Edmund Hillary
• Filipe Moura

[ http://www.rgs.org/ ][ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Royal_Geographical_Society ]

O cheiro da mochila

de capim molhada

no tapete

la do quarto

do sonho

de liberdade

do caminho

da descoberta

do frio na barriga

da conquista

de mim.

Flat 1210 !!!

Yep! That's it! The Flat 1210 is available!!

I've just received a call from the rent agency, offering us the flat just besides ours!!

So, if you're interested, give me a shout NOW!!

The guy is calling me back late today.

Important communication.

If you see a woman or a man laying asleep on the pavement or on any floor please wake her/him up, perhaps she/he wants to go home but just doesn’t realize it until awake.

I’ve been sleeping on many trains & buses till the last stop but at least on comfortable seats;

I woke up in unknown places and experienced something new each time.

But laying beside a wall in a cold train station or bus stop in the middle of a crowded street is not a good rest and not at all an interesting experience.

I’m glad of having been woken up by strangers, and here I want to thank them.

Thank you all for letting me realize of being exposed in the cold and possibly being in danger but mostly thank you for having taken away from the pavement a man who just wanted to sleep and not be wasted.

Faithfully Yours

Luca Fredianelli Anywhere Anytime

reflexões de um preguiçoso

morrow  (môr, mr)

n.

1. The following day: resolved to set out on the morrow.

2. The time immediately subsequent to a particular event.

3. Archaic The morning.

[Middle English morwe, morow, variant of morwen, from Old English morgen, morning (!!!!).]

(to morrow: para a manha! pra amanha!)

yester

a. 1. Last; last past; next before; of or pertaining to yesterday.

to day.  (para o dia. para hoje. to day)

[Middle English to dai, from Old English t dæge : t, to; see to + dæge, dative of dæg, day; see agh- in Indo-European roots.]

(could be when the day turns into a verb...)

from the land down under

Just to remember you that things always have another point of view.

tower bridge - london

56 years of reflections

Without any apologies, but about the meaning in itself.

 

March on Washington - 1963

Obama inauguration - 2009

Me, Ananias, the Guardian

At the sound of the Rolling Stones...

"Don't play with me cause you're playing with fire!!"

the guardian.

target train

In life, we got many points of view to follow. You should choose one to be your main thinking line, based in references that you had, during the construction of your own character. Or not.

I came to show you two adds from Fiat, one in Italian and the other one in French. I’ve been questioning with Lucca and Filipe, about the essence of the information behind the emotional feelings that they pass. And we conclude that they made a mistake because the French video has another sort of images, words and final message but in the same context, which breaks the whole intimacy that we already developed with the first Fiat Italian’s add. They proved that it’s all about money, when they could cover this true having another idea. Or something like this.

Watch the Italian one first, so then go to the French one later.      

And i want to congratulate my friends for starting to write.

Cheers MarcelloP_

(please don't look my english mistakes)

Sem rima nem choro

POESIA

Sem rima nem choro,

o retrato gramatical

de um drama instantâneo.

Vivo, 

da angustia e do afago

da iminência.

PLUTÃO

Sol maior

La e' menor.

`As vésperas de Prog. Lin.

Entre a semi-reta e o semi-espaco,

la estou eu,

semi-nu.

GYM 1209

Welcome to the GYM 1209!!!

s p i r i t i n v i g o r a t i n g e x e r c i s e s

healty Times at the 12 09!!
(temporary timetable... changes to apply, keep an eye on it)

	segunda	terca	quarta	quinta	sexta
6:30 am	streching	aerobics	relax	abdms & flex.	streching
11:30pm	streching music session	youtube alongation	The healthy Dinner	ninguem e' de ferro: samba	Never StopQuestioning

ATTENTION PLEASE
What is here written is something I found in the net, is not 'flour from my sack'(I mean is not plagiarism)but the fact of 'ME' founding it, is demostration of my concern.

Luca F.C. forencunt

“The important thing is to never stop questioning.” That quote is often attributed to Einstein. I cannot confirm that he ever actually said this. But I doubt I would hear many arguments if I suggested he was one of the greatest thinkers in history.

Is “questioning” really all that important? I guess it depends on how you interpret “important”. At some point in my life I decided to take that path. “Questioning” … “knowing” … is very important to me.

It’s even more important to me than “happiness”.

I also read a study once of a conjectural connection between intelligence, depression and a “sense of reality”: they tested people who identified themselves as “happy, content” and people who identified themselves as “unhappy, depressed” and gave them a test to assess their knowledge of history and current events. The “happy” people had no idea what went on or what was going on, whereas the “unhappy” people did. Whether they knew these things because they were depressed type people or were depressed because they knew these things is hard to guess.

neverstopquestioning

Luca Fredianelli

Super Heróis Modernos

O Homem Invisível.

Trabalha duro todo dia. Das 6 as 6, quando não mais.

Acorda cedo, pega ônibus lotado, metro entupido, multidão na calcada, escritório movimentado, dia cheio, fim de tarde vazio.

Limpa. Varre. Esvazia o lixo e pede licença. 

A sujeira que ninguém vê.

Olha pra baixo, enquanto todos olham pra cima.

Fica e se esconde debaixo do tapete e nos cantos, quando jogam ele por la.

O homem invisível: Passa por ai, e ninguém vê.

The Invisible Man.

Works hard every day. From 6 to 6, sometimes even more.

Wake up early, get crowded buses, packed tubes, people (crowd) on the sidewalk, busy office, full day, empty late afternoon.

Cleans. Brush. Empty the trash cans and ask for permission.

Dirt that no one sees.

Looks down, while everybody looks up.

Stay and hide under the carpet or at the corners, when throwed there.

The invisible man: Passes by, and nobody sees.

I had a dream (and I still have)

50 years ago, in USA, a black person, by law, should give his place for a white one.

Yesterday the same nation gave it's most important place for a black.

Two days ago the nation stopped to celebrate Martin Luther King's birthday. 

Yesterday the world stopped to celebrate the birth of a symbol to a new era.

"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character."

Hope and respect, materialized into a man. That's what Obama means. But hope can't be confused with dream. He's, definitely, huge challenges to face. If he will succeed, or not, is a matter of time. Changes take time, but at some point they must start. Obama doesn't need to "save the world", but point a direction.

As the most powerful man in the world, Obama is a step that can start a long walk through a more respectful, fair and better world.

My only concerns, somehow, can be explained quoting our ex-pop-star-Minister, Gilberto Gil: 

“Quando o homem chegou à lua, fiquei preocupado de que ela perdesse parte de seu encanto, já que passou a estar ao nosso alcance.”

Overall, I'm still with a NY reporter that wrote: 

"Not a right or left wing radical, but a radical. Cause this is a radical moment."

O Grande Irmão, ou o tal do Big Brother

Eu que sempre achei que o BBB fosse palhaçada... agora tenho certeza. NOSSO AMIGO TA LA!!!

Sim, o Flavio do BBB, o ruivo, eh brother nosso. 

Eh amigo de infancia e um dos melhores amigo do João aqui do flat!

Ele mesmo, o Flavio, passou o mês de Outubro quase inteiro morando aqui em casa!

Pooor isso que escrevo. Nunca assisti Big Brother antes, mas agora eh diferente. 

Ajudem a divulgar o cara ai. Vamos fazer barulho! O negocio eh chamar a atenção da galera pra ele. O cara vai ficando popular, ganhando o publico, ganhando votação, e pah!!!

Ganha a parada!!

Boa?!

Existe um site oficial: www.flaviobbb.com.br

e uma comunidade no Orkut: http://www.orkut.com/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=80057265

Target Train

Nesse ano novo voltando com a minha coluna semanal...
trazendo um pouco de alegria, ou seja: Coca-Cola.



I come this year with some happyness in our lovely colum. I brought Coca-Cola, to ilustrate it a little bit!

Cheers Mate

MarcelloP_

Porque aqui a gente sabe comer!

Estou fazendo o teaser da nova coluna do blog onde o João vai estrear sua atuação semanal dando toques pessoais, se é que as mulheres me entendem, de uma boa comida... Claro que sugestões de todos tbm são relevantes.


Cuzz here, we know how to eat!

I'm doing the teaser of the brand new semanal post, with João. Here he's gonna give you, girls, some special secrets... if you know what i mean!

I hope you enjoy your fooood!

Conto um caso

Desta vez eu venho pra contar uma outra história, verídica e muito bonita.

A historia de um homem misterioso, que nasceu em algum lugar do mundo na região da Mongolia, morou na China por um tempo e de alguma forma se mudou para o Brasil acredito que já em sua ultima empreitada pela vida. No Brasil onde conheceu ou reecontrou um grande amor antigo que havia se desencontrado quando numa tentativa de fugir da guerra na China o Amor partiu.
O Amor que no Brasil criou uma vida, criou uma familia e desencantado com um falso casamento o desfez na tentaiva de ser feliz, após anos e anos reecontrou o homem que a fez brilhar os olhos na adolescencia.
Casaram-se e reviveram um amor jovem, duas vidas unidas como eles ja deveriam ser, pois no fim dela como de surpresa, ninguém sabia que um precisaria do outro para que a vida de um podesse ser continuada.
O Amor ficou ao lado do homem até em seus supostos deslizes com a lei, até que tudo fora provado o contrário, e assim se fez até o fim.
Até o dia que o Amor adoeceu, e beirada a morte do amor, o homem doou todas as suas energias, economias e noites e lagrimas e sofrimento que sentia calado mas que ao lado da familia que ele adotou, causou tamanha comoção e enfim um milagre, a volta a vida do Amor.
E sempre ao seu lado durante o resto do tratamento, e com todas as atenções que os seus sentidos poderiam dar, e com todo desgaste e com todo aperto financeiro que a doença os fizeram passar.
O homem adoeceu, menos que um quarto do tempo do sofrimento do seu amor, o homem faleceu.
O homem gastou toda sua energia para deixar a mulher amada viva, que não teve forças para salvar a sua.

Esse homem era o Vova, que foi o marido da minha avó, que de tão misterioso eu não sei o nome completo. Morreu no final do ano entre o natal e o ano novo.

*English version is coming.

MarcelloP_