Thursday, November 10, 2011
In everyday life you will find that your boss, your lover, or your government often try to manipulate you. They propose a "game" to you in the form of a choice in which one of the alternatives appears definitely preferable. Having chosen this alternative, you are faced with a new game, and very soon you find that your reasonable choices have brought you to something you never wanted: you are trapped. To avoid this, remember that acting a bit erratically may be the best strategy. What you lose by making some sub-optimal choices you make up for keeping greater freedom.
You would see him talking to a crowd, and his hand gestures were almost like pantomime. He'd have his right hand on his chest and then, as he said something, the hand would start going out. Then he'd point down to the sand, keeping the tumb up, then point the hand back to himself, and then it would go some other direction. And the left hand would do its own thing.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
"Surf esta sendo destruido... do mesmo jeito que nosso verao foi destruido. Nossas vidas foram arruinadas. Derepente, tivemos que dividir nossa Ilha com todo mundo. E' muito dificil dividir nosso espaco com um monte de playboy. Porisso eu fui embora... em busca de outra onda. A onda que eu surfo sem ver ninguem na minha frente... e deixando pra tras todos os playboys, arremessados pelo lip direto na bancada. O sonho esta vivo em outros lugares, em algum lugar. Quais eu nao pertenco. Nem ninguem. Onde eu posso comecar tudo novamente. Onde eu nao tenho que ficar assistindo nossas flores sendo pisoteadas, testemunhar nosso jardim ser destruido. Onde eu nao tenho que sentir meu coracao ser deliberadamente invadido."