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Elvis sightings


Elvis sightings are a recurring phenomenon in which people claim to see American singer and rock star Elvis Presley, who died in 1977. Presley was born in 1935 so his projected age would not preclude the possibility that Elvis is still alive (as of 2005, he would be 70 years old). Critics of the theory that Elvis is still alive state that a number of Elvis impersonators can easily be mistaken for Elvis and that Elvis's fans merely don't want to believe he is actually dead.

Most people who believe Elvis is still alive posit that Elvis is spending the remainder of his life in solitude somewhere in the United States. Others posit extraterrestrial involvement, although these conspiracy theories may simply be an exercise in self-parody.

One meta-theory holds that stories of Elvis sightings are circulated by the CIA to discredit in advance stories of secret government weapons and activities. "Yeah, you saw a black plane that left regular puffballs of smoke behind it and by the way, Elvis just bought a doughnut in Kenosha."

Perhaps the idea of Elvis' non-death was taken to its logical conclusion in the 2002 movie Bubba Ho-tep in which Bruce Campbell plays a man in a nursing home who claims to be the real Elvis, and to have switched places with an Elvis impersonator named Sebastian Haff in the early 1970s.

In a bizarre footnote to the phenomenon, a large portrait of Elvis was seen in Iraq in June 2004, along with portraits of prominent Islamic figures.

Former bass back-up singer J.D. Sumner was one of the pallbearers at Elvis' burial service in 1998. He claims that Elvis' body was in the casket.

People living in Sedgley, West Midlands, have claimed that Elvis Presley has lived in their town since he 'died' in 1977. He got married again to a woman with two children and they separated after 20 years of marriage but she still sees him every day and Elvis still lives in the dilapidated house they shared. But Elvis has never said anything about being the famous singer and always pretends to have been a company director who got made redundant 25 years ago and has not worked since.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Tight blue jeans
Big black boots
greasy hair
Dirty Look

uhhhhhhh, man don't mess with me!!!

MAD
Magazine

Tatuagem

Cada vez que entro no estudio de tatuagens do meu amigo leitão para ser tatuado sinto - me...
How should i put it... existe algo de metafísico... é neste paradoxo que me gosto de perder.
O zumbido no ar; as agulhas vao perpetuando na pele do cliente... ideais, crenças ou simplesmente o individualismo...
Pelo mini Hi-fi vao passando coisas tão distintas como, uma banda francesa dos anos oitenta( com um tema chamado: "A filha do cortador de Ganzas"), o último trabalho da Lisa Gerard(ex- vocalista dos Dead Can Dance) ou um Africano de Nairobi que toca uma especie de Blues com sonoridade árabe... que nunca quis dinheiro pela sua música, doava tudo às pessoas da sua aldeia para estas comprarem ferramentas agrícolas... ele próprio cansado do mundo musical abandonou tudo e tornou-se agricultor...
Recordo-me sempre dos marinheiros cheios de tatuagens...
Há quem escreva diários, há quem use post its... Eu uso esta arte milenar para marcar acontecimentos; viragens de extrema relevância na minha vida.

"The future's uncertain and the end is always near"

When I was back there in seminary school
There was a person there
Who put forth the proposition

That you can petition the Lord with prayer

Petition the lord with prayer
Petition the lord with prayer

You cannot petition the lord with prayer!

"The first time I discovered death... me and my mother and father, and my grandmother and grandfather, were driving through the desert at dawn. A truckload of Indians had either hit another car or something- there were Indians scattered all over the highway, bleeding to death. I was just a kid, so I had to stay in the car while my father and grandfather went to check it out. I didn't see nothing- all I saw was funny red paint and people lying around, but I knew something was happening, because I could dig the vibrations of the people around me, and all of a sudden I realized that they didn't know what was happening any more than I did. That was the first time I tasted fear... and I do think, at that moment, the souls of those dead Indians- maybe one or two of them-were just running around, freaking out, and just landed in my soul, and I was like a sponge, ready to sit there and absorb it."

NO WAY BACK?!

Soul Kitchen

Well, the clock says it's time to close now
I guess I'd better go now
I'd really like to stay here all night

The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes
Street lights share their hollow glow
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise

Still one place to go
Still one place to go

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander, baby
Stumbling in the neon groves

Your fingers weave quick minarets
Speak in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette
Learn to forget, learn to forget
Learn to forget, learn to forget

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander, baby
Stumbling in the neon groves

Well the clock says it's time to close now
I know I have to go now
I really want to stay here all night
All night
All night

Flora Purim + Airto Moreira - Ronnie Scott's 27th of January 2005

www.florapurim.com

www.airto.com

aqui vou eu!

Ah! Já me esquecia....também tenho bilhete para

"
Herbie Hancock
+ London Symphony Orchestra
Sun 29 May 8pm

An orchestral concert with Hancock's quartet and the London Symphony Orchestra, features the evocative and exquisite arrangements of his album Gershwin’s World on a far-reaching tribute to the life and times of the great composer who did so much to popularise the jazz and blues idioms. The project - developed by Herbie and conductor/orchestrator Robert Sadin - probes the essence of Gershwin's muse in exciting and sometimes unexpected new ways. 'We wanted to bring out the melodic beauty and rhythmic vitality of Gershwin, but even more, we wanted our work to reflect his searching, adventurous spirit....with elements of jazz, classical music, African music, and some flavours that we couldn't necessarily classify at all."(link)

Ahmad Jamal

"It's an old story now--Miles Davis' often stated affection for the playing of pianist Ahmad Jamal. In Davis' autobiography, in fact, he frequently refers to the Jamal qualities he found so appealing--dramatic pacing filled with contrasting dynamics, a buoyant rhythmic flow and the frequent use of songs, often from the musical theater, not often heard in jazz in the '50s." (link)

"And what other music do you listen to?
(A.J.)I listen to many many things, I may listen to Ravel, I may listen to Flamenco guitars from Spain – I listen to many things, but I don’t listen to much, cause I’m too busy and a lot of the stuff out there I don’t like. There are many things I don’t wanna listen to at all. They’re not musical to me. I only listen to things that are musical"(link)

pa pa pa pa ra pa pa pa...and I answer...

JOAO DONATO (link)


Gal Costa & JD



Joao Gilberto & JD

Lá fora, o Sôr. António ja acabou de podar as videiras.
É uma poda, não apontada para a quantidade, mas sim para a longevidade da vinha.
Hoje acabou de atar as canas às cepas.
A sua cultura é baseada no saber empirico... um saber passado de pais para filhos.

A vida é simples... continuamos a complicá - la...
Como diria o outro; "eu sei lá se uma jogada financeira leva alguem a enlouquecer"
nunca é tarde para se ter uma infância feliz, o cavaleiro solitário ainda sonha acordado...

Only for the record:

Barbican centre

1. Ahmad Jamal (6th of May 2005 - 19:30)

2. Herbie Hankock quartet plus London Symphonic Orchestra (29th of May 2005 - 20:00)

I've tickets! Please give me a bell if you want, probably at the end of this week they will run out of tickets!

Moreover...this thursday I'm going to the Flora Purim and Airto concert ...at Ronnie Scott's! ... I'm thinking on the superb "Return to Forever" group with Chick Corea, those percussions and that voice...

Bom demais para não colocar aqui

BLUFFERS GUIDE TO PLAYING JAZZ. NOTES.

Yes, notes are the problem. How many to play within a given period, which ones, in what keys, and in what order.

Jazz Pianists
Pianists are up against time. They know too much. They know about harmony and chord progressions. They have to make a decision between 786 different chords and voicings, plus substitute chords, they have ten fingers to use and the possibility of using any of seventy-four keys. They are also the only people who can see every note they are going to play, which somehow contrives to make the problem worse. A fast swing piece at 240 bpm with two chords in each bar means they have 0.5 of a second to decide whether to play the altered chord, or the diminished chord, or the straightforward dominant 7th or maybe even a flat sixth triad in the upper structure and how to voice it and which inversion to use. (Which fingers on which notes) In addition they have to do something interesting with the fingers of their right hand. This all may seem a bit technical but it indicates why there is so much turmoil going on inside pianists heads and why they all end up playing by ear like everyone else after the first four bars. It is little wonder that they are bald and introverted. It is also the reason why they are so condescending to the rest of the group.

Jazz Guitars
Guitarists are known by their desire to play one or two extra notes on their instrument after the song has ended. This works well in the early part of the gig, but sooner or later the drummer notices what happens and will cover their final odd notes with a short flourish on the drums. Later still, the alto player joins in. In the hands of professionals this becomes an extended improvised coda which surprises everyone since it bears no relation to the song at all. Guitarists try to sit next to drummers but a long way from pianists. There is no known reason why. Perhaps it is because pianists can use all ten fingers at the same time.

Playing duff solos
If you play a duff solo it is because you have forgotten where you are in the song, or forgotten what key you are supposed to be playing at that moment, or because you are out of it anyway. After you have finished everyone goes quiet – although everyone knows where you went wrong and will talk about it behind your back. The thing to do is to ask the band loudly, “Did someone cross the beat at bar 23?” The band will look at the drummer, who will say “Sorry” and you are off the hook.

Drummers
Drummers take up the instrument as part of an anger management course. There are too many jokes about drummers, too often told in public announcements for them to feel totally at ease at all times.

Double bass
Double bass players have feelings of deep insecurity, and carry their instruments to gigs as self-abasement. They feel bad because they always play far fewer notes than anyone else but receive the same money. They are given occasional solos to play because the rest of the band want a lift in the van going home afterwards. The bassist will love it and will smile shyly if you tell him that his is the most important instrument in the band. This has the advantage of being true, unlike everything you say to everyone else about how good they sound. Sincerity needs to be practised.

Classical musicians playing jazz
Jazz players all have feelings of self-doubt when they play with classically trained players. In jazz workshop groups they attack newcomers immediately by advising “Just follow the 2-5-1 progressions, dropping down to a minor third in the bridge.” They then destroy the classical player by taking their music away from them, and immediately starting in the count in. Professionals raise their game here by saying, “Let’s do it in Gb” and then starting the count in, in double time.

The way for classical musicians to get their own back is to suggest that the piano or guitar player plays the melody. These people can only read chords and not dots so they are cooked.


Saxophone players
The problem here is that they are recruited and trained by other saxophone players. Personality tests shows that they are exhibitionists, first and foremost. Some of them are social contrarians who will play in a scruffy T-shirt with We Love Butlins, Skegness on the front. These people will always play with a very dirty instrument. They are taught that their aim in soloing is to play as many different scales as possible at a very fast pace and never to acknowledge that the rhythm section is telling the audience, and them, where the music is in reality. Later on in life, saxophone players realise that they really need to know more about chords and progressions so they buy a small keyboard in order to see the notes. Then they find that there is a lot of mental effort involved in learning about progressions and so on, so they end up playing the blues scale 99.9% of the time.

Trumpeters
Trumpeters are nearly always male and are in it only for the sex. If they play loud, and very high they can attract women from miles around. Not for nothing was triple tonguing invented by a trumpeter.

Jazz singers
No one in a band can make the musicians change the usual key of the song except a female singer.
For a jazz musician the most important quality in a singer is the bit they can see behind her and half way down. If this bit moves like two ferrets fighting rhythmically in a sack they will forgive her anything. They will forgive her for not coming in on time, not finding the right note and for talking to the audience while the soloists are playing.

Playing simple jazz.
The simplest way an amateur can play a jazz solo is to turn down the sound control on the amplifier. Afterwards you should ask if there was something amiss with the sound balance. Experienced amateurs realise that there are seven notes in each scale. (Actually there are eight notes in the diminished scale but only pianists know that.) Players can cut down the amount of notes they have to think about by 28% if they only use the pentatonic scales. (5 notes in each pentatonic scale, saving 2 notes. 2 notes saved out of 7 equals 28%. Music is very mathematical)

Jazz teaching
Jazz teachers will tell you that there are no bad notes in jazz only “poor” choices. They say that if you can play immediately a semi-tone below or above your bum note you will get out of trouble. In theory this may or may not be true but by the time you’ve tried it the band has gone ahead with another couple of bars so no one has ever found out. Jazz teachers want you to like them and keep hiring them which is why they tell you this crap. You are their living after all. It is possible to make so many poor choices, that you get thrown out of the band.

Avoiding copyright fees
No copyright exists if you wait 70 years after the death of the last surviving composer. You can bring this event forward by several years if you let the composer hear you improvising on his music. Jerome Kern hated jazz.

Copyright exists only in the melody, no one can copyright chords. This is how bebop was started by a bunch of crafty but poor musicians. They took the chords used in standard songs and then invented new melodies over the top of them. This is how Ornithology sounds so much like How High the Moon. You still have to pay the estate of the composer of Ornithology a copyright fee. I don’t know who he was or when he died but no doubt several million jazz ancestor worshippers will e-mail in and tell me and I’d reply that any nerd can look it up in seconds.*
*before you clever dicks start it was Charlie “the Bird” Parker, d 1955, the bird, ornithology, Birdland the famous New York jazz club, geddit? Did you know that they put a flock of birds into Birdland as a decorative feature, but they all died of smoke inhalation when a fire broke out. Laugh a minute jazz is.

Real Books
For about £35 you can buy a Real book consisting of about 500 jazz song manuscripts with the words. This costs you 7p per song and looks like a bargain. But you’ll never play about 450 of them in your lifetime. So this costs you about 70p per usable song. Still a bargain when compared to paying for downloaded music scripts.

Bandleaders have to buy Bb and Eb versions of Real books because you can never expect alto sax players and trumpeters to buy their own copies.

What the sellers of Real Books don’t tell you is that the song the band wants to play is in a different copy of the Real Book – one you don’t own.

No, I’m not going to tell you how to get an illegal copy of half a dozen different Real Books downloaded to your hard drive. But you can.

Playing by ear
You are not supposed to do it. This is what the old great jazz players used to do because there was no jazz music theory then. But how can you build a world of jazz music education if people just pop off and play by ear? As a trained jazz musician you are supposed to know what you are doing and why at any time. This of course is absolutely impossible and all professionals end up playing by ear themselves. Afterwards they’ll tell you what they probably did in theoretical terms, but will be unable to reproduce it. “I was using D7 over C major, I think” they’ll bluff.

You can tell when the pianist is at his wits end and is playing by ear. He will drop the left hand out and just play with the right hand. This means he does not know where he is in the song and hopes the drummer will give a big flourish at the end of the section. He is too worried to listen to the bass as he should.

YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

R u talking 2 me?



Excuse me while I kiss the sky

E eu que hoje estava à espera de ler aqui uma ode ao mundo Rockabilly...

Hanna Schygulla


ai Fassbinder...

Tape 1 (tsf interview)

Tape 2 (tsf interview)

Tape 3 (tsf interview)

Gerry Mulligan passed away on the 20th of January in 1996(link)

Para mim...o que tomou a droga certa








(Gerry Mulligan & Dave Brubeck)

Fabuloso, momento eterno, devastador, explosivo, divinal,... o que: a explosao do Vesuvio em 79 ou o concerto dos Pink Floyd em 71?



Bendito seja o e-mule...

Isto explica muita coisa!

18 de Janeiro de 1984

E o poeta num laivo de lucidez embarcou na caravela dos seus descobrimentos deixando para trás, para todos nós apenas e só a espuma... como sabe a pouco o que temos quando já tivemos imenso.

Poeta Castrado, Não!

Serei tudo o que disserem
por inveja ou negação:
cabeçudo dromedário
fogueira de exibição
teorema corolário
poema de mão em mão
lãzudo publicitário
malabarista cabrão.
Serei tudo o que disserem:
Poeta castrado não!

Os que entendem como eu
as linhas com que me escrevo
reconhecem o que é meu
em tudo quanto lhes devo:
ternura como já disse
sempre que faço um poema;
saudade que se partisse
me alagaria de pena;
e também uma alegria
uma coragem serena
em renegar a poesia
quando ela nos envenena.

Os que entendem como eu
a força que tem um verso
reconhecem o que é seu
quando lhes mostro o reverso:

Da fome já não se fala
é tão vulgar que nos cansa
mas que dizer de uma bala
num esqueleto de criança?

Do frio não reza a história
a morte é branda e letal
mas que dizer da memória
de uma bomba de napalm?

E o resto que pode ser
o poema dia a dia?
Um bisturi a crescer
nas coxas de uma judia;
um filho que vai nascer
parido por asfixia?!
Ah não me venham dizer
que é fonética a poesia!

Serei tudo o que disserem
por temor ou negação:
Demagogo mau profeta
falso médico ladrão
prostituta proxeneta
espoleta televisão.
Serei tudo o que disserem:
Poeta castrado não!

José Carlos Ary dos Santos

Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii


Back in the days when the earth's crust was still cooling, cinemas in provincial towns would often have a late night showing of films geared to more, er, 'specialist' tastes than the average punter. In amongst the Russ Meyer films and obscure British horror movies, the occasional rock film would turn up. It was usually Woodstock.

So it was that my best mate and I headed off to our local fleapit one night to watch (you guessed it) Woodstock followed by Pink Floyd Live at Pompeii. Feeling slightly giddy from the combined effects of a can of cider and inhaling paint fumes from an afternoon of airfix kit building, we both lost consciousness during the drum solo in Santana's Woodstock set and missed all the rude bits.

Suddenly there was someone screaming REALLY LOUD and we woke up to stare down a 20ft high image of Roger Waters' throat, intercut with volcanos spurting and magma cooling in the sea. Then he's banging the crap out of a very large gong and Dave Gilmour's guitar sounds like a seagull and then they've got a dog on stage and it's howling and...

Maybe because or in spite of this near psychedelic experience, Floyd at Pompeii has become my favourite concert film of all time. Maybe it's because the lack of an audience means you don't feel like you're having a second hand experience. Maybe it's because you're getting to see a legendary band playing sometimes genuinely transcendent music in a strange environment.

The Director's Cut has the 1972 documentary footage that appeared in later versions of the film, but due to the disappearance of all the original rushes, a re-edit wasn't possible. Instead, director Adrian Maben has inserted some nice computer generated imagery from the BBC's The Planets series and some pretty naff digital walkthroughs of Pompeii pre AD79. These squeaky clean digital pictures (however cosmic) jar with the grainy atmosphere of the original footage, but there is an option to watch just the gig for us purists. And that's where the fun is (though there is a certain interest in watching the band's social interactions in the light of later events).

Musically the band seem keyed up the surreal beauty of their surroundings. This is Floyd at their spaciest; from the cosmic throb of "Set the Controls" to the ponderous majesty of "Echoes" and the malevolent boogie of "One of These Days", there's an exploratory edge to their playing that was soon to be lost in their transition to megastardom.

All in all, top stuff; thoroughly recommended, but lay off the Humbrol Enamel before watching....

Reviewer: Peter Marsh

"Most rock journalism is people who can't write, interviewing people who can't talk, for people who can't read." -- Frank Zappa, Chicago Tribune

Who da man?

Serao os Psicologos PET PSYCHICs?

Gilberto Gil

Politiquices à parte... Gilberto Gil mete nojo, é daqueles negros da Bahia que transpira musica desde que nasceu, não fosse ele da Bahia... como mete impressão ter tanta qualidade. Hoje ouço e "re-ouço" o MTV unplugged... acabar com o Sítio do Picapau Amarelo! fabuloso.

17 de Janeiro 1929

ROCKABILLY REBEL

My Mama don't like it, the way I comb my hair,
Papa thinks I'm crazy, in the clothes I wear
It's a hit come on records and I play it all day
But I'm what I am and I'm gonna keep a rockin' that way.

[Chorus]
I'm a rockabilly rebel from head to toe
I gotta keep a-rockin' everywhere I go
Everybody join us, we're good company
Be a real cool cat, be a rockabilly rebel like me.

The kids in the schoolhouse they couldn't wait too long,
When the school is over, they put their cat clothes on,
Oughta hear the slap bass swingin' to the band
It is a real rockin' rhythm that is sweepin' all over this land

[Chorus]

Squares get the message get the boppin' beat,
Let them tramp through your body, to the head to your feet,
Shakin' in your shoes, boy, oh, don't it make you feel wow,
Well if you can't dance, we're not gonna show you how.

[Chorus]

Uns são punks, outros rappers, outros rastas, outros skinheads, outros hippies, outros rockabillys... eu cá por mim, gosto de ser indefinido das unhas às pontas do cabelo.

The dices swinging on the rear view mirror...

My Mama don't like it, the way I comb my hair,
Papa thinks I'm crazy, in the clothes I wear
(...)
I'm a Rockabilly rebel from head to toe.

I pushed the pedal to the floor...

CAN’T HELP FALLING IN LOVE

Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can’t help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
Would it be a sin
If I can’t help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can’t help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can’t help falling in love with you
For I can’t help falling in love with you

Since I heard that a new tatoo was coming, and that tatoo was not corto...I thought to myself that something was wrong. The whole idea of changing corto for a girl... made me some confusion, perhaps I misunderstood the past...

One day... it's like the other with the trumpet...

"The dream is a spontaneous happening and therefore dangerous to a control system set up by the non-dreamers."
(William S. Burroughs)

"Ever see a hot shot hit, kid? I saw the Gimp catch one in Philly. We rigged his room with a one-way whorehouse mirror and charged a sawski to watch it. He never got the needle out of his arm. They don't if the shot is right. That's the way they find them, dropper full of clotted blood hanging out of a blue arm. The look in his eyes when it hit - Kid, it was tasty . . ."

(William S. Burroughs)

Speaking of game theory...

"The prisoner's dilemma is a type of non-zero-sum game. In this game theory problem, as in many others, it is assumed that each individual player is trying to maximise his own advantage, without concern for the well-being of the other player. This Nash equilibrium does not lead to a jointly optimum solution in the prisoner's dilemma; in the equilibrium, each prisoner chooses to defect even though the joint payoff of the players would be higher by cooperating. Unfortunately (for the prisoners), each player has an individual incentive to cheat even after promising to cooperate. This is the heart of the dilemma." (Wikipedia, too)

What are they going to call the studying and defining of basic concepts regarding computer games? "Game theorization"?

(Wheat field with crows, last paiting of Van Gogh)

"There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
There's blood on the streets, it's up to my knee
Blood on the streets in the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me
She came...
Just about the break of day

She came, then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
Blood in the streets it's up to my thigh
The river runs down the legs of the city
The women are crying red rivers of weeping

She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of phantastic L.A.

Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union

There's blood in the streets, it's up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, it's up to my knee
Blood in the streets of the town of Chicago
Blood on the rise, it's following me"

Costumo dizer que amigos tenho um, dois ...três no máximo, não só porque é preciso tempo e eu não o tenho, mas também porque existem muito poucas pessoas com quem me realmente entendo.

"Oh don´t ask why" "oh don't ask why" "I tell you, we must die"

A previsibilidade da inevitabilidade... e ele ainda não se apercebeu que o problema não está, nem nunca será ela, está nele mesmo.

"Conta-me, musa, as façanhas da dourada Afrodite,
a Cíprica, que inspirou nos deuses o doce desejo
e conquistou as raças de homens mortais,
as aves do céu, todos os numerosos animais
que a terra nutre, e todos os do mar.
Hino a Afrodite (h.Ven. 5, 1-5)"

Run with me, Run with me....let´s run!

Hierarchical Stackelberg equilibrium ...or Nash equilibrium?

"Game theory is a branch of mathematics that uses models to study interactions with formalised incentive structures ("games"). It has applications in a variety of fields, including economics, evolutionary biology, political science, and military strategy. Game theorists study the predicted and actual behaviour of individuals in games, as well as optimal strategies. Seemingly different types of interactions can exhibit similar incentive structures, thus all exemplifying one particular game."(Wikipedia)

When trying to solve hierarchical optimization problems using parametric programming I get a Stackelberg equilibrium solution...should I try to find the Nash point?

Duas coisas que detesto durante a epoca festiva que passou...

1 - and... suddenly everyone is happy

2 - New year's resolution

O som da Telecaster ainda ecoa dentro de mim...
What a great Rockabilly Concert...
My pin-up all dolled up... dazzling!!!
Making out in the car...

in the car stereo:

I got the feelin' I'm fallin' like a star up in the blue
Like I was fallin' off Niagra in a paddle boat canoe
I got the feelin' I'm a fallin' and it's all because of you
Like I was walkin' on a tight rope ooh swingin' in the breeze
And though I tried to keep my balance when I just weaken in the knees
I got to feelin' I'm a fallin' oh lover help me please
Like a leaf falls from the branch like a rock slide avalanche
Like the rain on a stormy day I never thought I'd fall this way
I thought that love could never touch me yeah I was ridin' high
But then my ivory tower toppled and it tumbled from the sky
I got to feelin' I'm fallin' lover you're the reason why

Like Goliath when he met his foe like the walls of Jericho
Like Delilah's holy town and samson tore it down
I thought that love could never touch me yeah I was ridin' high
But then my ivory tower toppled and it tumbled from the sky
I got to feelin' I'm fallin' lover you're the reason why
Oooh you're the reason why.

Wanda Jackson

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it through not dying.

Woody Allen


Woody Allen e a Ciência: Entrou -me um bocado de anti - matéria para o olho

Disney, filme da Disney

Na escola aprendemos que não devemos aceitar nenhuma ideia como válida ou verdadeira sem a colocar pelo menos uma vez em causa, exceptuando os axiomas. Porque não o devemos fazer agora?

Was The Apollo Moon Landing Fake?

Faz-me lembrar a velha afirmação dos EUA ao Iraque antes da guerra: Mostrem que não têm armas de destruição maciça! Mas neste caso... provar a negação é mais uma vez difícil, pelo que das vezes que "lá estivemos" devem existir provas irrefutáveis... pelo que, "sem" provas e sem um retorno à lua em 35 anos, estou a ficar como aos meus bisavós... disney, filme da disney ainda por cima de má qualidade.

Bom domingo

"...Stealing is a skill, lying is an art..."

How did the King celebrate his birthdays

Born on January 8, 1935, Tupelo, Mississippi. Had he lived Elvis would be celebrating his 70th birthday.

1945 - The facts concerning Elvis's first guitar vary. One account claims Elvis bought a $7.75 guitar from the Tupelo Hardware Company because he wanted to accompany himself when he sang.

Elvis paid for part of his 10th birthday present from money he had earned doing odd jobs around the neighbourhood.

The owner of the store claims that Elvis was more interested in buying a rifle, but that his mother Gladys feared he would shoot someone or himself.

Another story tell of Elvis wish for a new bicycle but could not afford the $55.00 to price tag. And Gladys was concerned that her precious 10 year old could injury himself, even though Elvis could be seen driving his parent to church meetings in a rusted-out truck by the time he could reach the pedals.

Together with a local teacher and his uncle Vester Presley Elvis learned to play the instrument.

1951 - Elvis' 16th Birthday. Girls were frightened of him because his appearance was so unconventional.

Some felt he acted as if he had a nervous disorder while most agreed he had the manners of a hog on heat when Elvis was around the opposite sex.

1953 - Vernon and Gladys paid $50 for a 1952 Lincoln Zephyr coupe which they gave to Elvis on his 18th birthday. With wheels like any other teenager Elvis discovered freedom which scared his mother. Gladys did not know how to drive, so she used the excuse to get Elvis to drive her everywhere.

1954 - Elvis, his mother Gladys and his father Vernon celebrated is birthday singing inspirational songs at their home.

1955 - Elvis performed at the Louisiana Hayride concerts, watched by Hank Williams's son, Jimmy Rodgers Snow who reported back to Col Parker that Elvis was provocative, sexy and appealed to all women... (sssh, we already knew that)

1956 - Elvis's 21st birthday was spent on the road going to and from Louisiana Hayride appearan

1957 - Elvis travelled by train to Hollywood on his 22nd birthday. Scotty Moore, Bill Black and DJ Fontana who co-starred in Loving You, shared a birthday cake that Gladys had baked.

1958 - Elvis was in California to record his Christmas album.

1959 - Dick Clark's American Bandstand dedicated its program to Elvis 24th birthday. It was the first birthday Elvis ever spent without his mother's well wishes.

1960 - Rumours abound that United Artists wanted Elvis to paly the lead role in West Side Story. However, the Colonel turned it down because the character dies a brutal death.

1961 - Elvis celebrated his 26th birthday with Hope Lang on the set of Wind In The Country. He was in a foul mood because Col Parker insisted he record the title track from the movie which Elvis thought was a non-singing role.

1962 - On his 27th birthday Dick Clack dedicated his broadcast of American Bandstand to Elvis.

1964 - Elvis did not want to celebrate his 29th birthday as he was upset about the way his flagging movie career and became violent at how the critics were panning his movies.

1965 - Elvis celebrated his 30th birthday quietly at home, thought some newspapers printed the news of his 30th birthday like it was the end of an era. However, two months later Elvis declared in an interview: "I can never forget the longing to be someone. I guess if you are poor you always think bigger and want more than those who have everything."
On that day Elvis signed a 3-picture contract with MGM and there was talk of Elvis starring in BABY THE RAIN MUST FALL. However, Steve McQueen got the lead role of Henry Thomas an ex-con who had a band called the Rockabillies. In the film McQueen remarks, "Maybe I'll be a big movie star like Elvis Presley..."

1967 - Marty Lacker, Charlie Hodge and the other members of the Memphis Mafia got together and present Elvis with "tree-of-life" medallion for his 32nd birthday which Elvis often wore.

1968 - Just months into his marriage and the honeymoon was over. Elvis just wanted things to stay the same (horsing around with the guys) although his was wed and about to become a father.

1970 - Elvis prepared for his next exhausting concert tour throughout the States. Elvis was happy to perform before a live audience again. To-date his most successful concert was at New York, Madison Square Garden.

1971 - One day after his 36th birthday the Jaycees voted Elvis one of the Ten Outstanding Young Men of America. The tribute brought tears of joy and was the only award Elvis accepted in person

70 anos

"Lesson 1

All jazz involves three levels of time (rythmic pulsation) played simultaneously agaisnt each other. It is the constant conflict of these three levels and their superimpositions which results in the endless tension present in jazz.
The idea of rythm "counterpoint" is, of course, present in all music (Western and Eastern), so that this fact alone would not acount for the unique qualities associated with jazz. However, jazz deals almost exclusively with the relationship of time values which immediately distinguishes it from a large segment of other musical forms. This specific relationship of time values can best be expressed through their application to melody, harmony, and rythm.
As a general statement, it can be said that all jazz from 1900 to the present day has employed the following ratio of time values:

1. A quarter-note pulse, the rythm unit, representing the rythmic center of gravity of any jazz performance.

2. A slower set of time values representing the harmonic unit (half-note).

3. A quicker set of time values representing the melodic unit (eight note).
"
(Jazz Rythm and the Improvised Line by John Mehegan)


By the way....Texabilly Rockers? is that music? or...just a way of living?

I'll tell you what it is!

ROCK!!!

Ahhhhhh... mel... Liberdade... após tantos anos nunca pensei ser possivel voltar a sentir-me com 16 anos outra vez.
Numa cidade tranformada... envelheci... deixei-me envelhecer.
Estava preparado para ser limado e adptado na engrenagem...
Foda-se... ROCK FODA-SE!!!
Sacudir o capote; as gotas de inércia já pesavam toneladas...
Ser Rocker, ter tattoos, viver the 50's life style and Rockabilly music...
Talvez não seja futuro para ninguém... é o meu.

It's some kinda Texas psychobilly freakout that's what it is!

Olha lá, desde quando é que é preciso perguntar se podes cá vir? Se podem cá vir? Foda-se. Diz quando é que vens (vêm, para quem ainda tem fé) e pronto.
Vai ver o teu mail.
Raios partam os cachopos.

Dilemas

Estilos diferente é certo, mas quando me estou a preparar para ir curtir um som, não consigo deixar de pensar no Travolta... Saturday night Fever; Sai do banho, penteia o cabelo, coloca os fiozinhos de ouro, veste o fato de polyester, calça o botim e pisca o olho para o poster do Al Pacino...
É a altura em que se colocam as fichas no pano verde, as pupilas dilatam e o tempo fica suspenso no girar da bola...
Dou por mim "doing my thing" na pista... o som entranha-se... liberta-se na explosão dos movimentos...


That Certain Female

Waited much too long
Got that woman on my mind
I'm gonna bring'er home...


TEAR IT UP

Come on little baby let's tear the dancefloor up
Come on little baby let's tear the dancefloor up
Come on little mama let me see you strut your stuff
Tear it up, tear it up
Tear it up, tear it up
Come on little baby let me see you strut your stuff

(...)

Well you step back baby, move my way
Step around again an' let me hear you say
Tear it up, tear it up
Come on little baby let's tear the dancefloor up
Tear it up, tear it up
Tear it up, tear it up
Come on little mama let's tear the dancefloor up

"Knowledge is Power" (vou dizendo isto a mim mesmo para me convencer que é verdade)

O pior do que a ignorância perante o desconhecido, é saber o que vai suceder e não conseguir impedi-lo. A impotência é sempre angustiante. À gadanha desculpamos (pelo menos eu desculpo), mas nunca o poderemos fazer à previsibilidade da inevitabilidade do acontecimento.

"
Oh, Tamara
sempre que a lua desenhar a tua sombra
e acariciar a tua pele
eu vou lá estar
"

Pleo: Posso ir aí um fim de semana, durante este ou o proximo mês? E tu Pandora, alinhas num fim de semana? a tua gardénia deixa-te?

Foi bonito sim senhora... houve quem não fosse nabo (como eu) e conseguiu ficar com photos da gig de 21 de Dezembro dos Pogues.

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

Foi preciso entrar neste furacão; encontrar te a ti , a tua sede de viver...
só então percebi o quão entropecido andei... FODA -SE ... dez anos é muito tempo.
Nessa noite, que já assumiu proporções mitícas ... épicas... enfim, "the works";
Corri a maratona. Corri a maratona num passo tranquilo, no passo de quem não tem nada a perder e tudo a ganhar.
Este perlúdio terminaria com um Happy Birthday whispered in my ear .
É a mulher mais linda que alguma vez encontrei; quer na realidade, quer no reino oniríco.
O que ela vê em mim? Não faço ideia. Mas temos uma estrada pela frente ...
durante algum tempo caminharemos side by side.