Erasmus...

Pode-se dizer que o programa Erasmus serve apenas para torrar dinheiro aos pais, que pagam para os filhos andarem bêbados durante um ano (dependendo da modalidade). Contudo, é também uma forma de os alunos que não têm dinheiro para viajar poderem foder cona estrangeira ( que se foda a linguagem inclusiva).

Ok vamos lá a instalar o Dropbox para podermos partilhar ficheiros sem complicações:



Tenho o cd do David Gilmour acústico pronto para partilha :)

Coisas que ficam na memória (Brecht):

Mother Courage: (who has been listening and now angrily plucks the fowl) That must be a rotten general.

The Cook: He's ravenous all right, but why rotten?

Mother Courage: Because he's got to have men of courage, that's why. If he knew how to plan a proper campaign what would he be needing men of courage for? Ordinary ones would do. It's always the same; whenever there's a load of special virtues around it means something stinks.

The Cook: I thought it meant things is all right.

Mother Courage: No, that they stink. Look, s'pose some general or king is bone stupid and leads his men up shit creek, then those men've got to be fearless, there's another virtue for you. S'pose he's stingy and hires too few soldiers, then they got to be a crowd of Hercules's. And s'pose he's slapdash and don't give a bugger, then they got to be clever as monkeys else their number's up. Same way they got to show exceptional loyalty each time he gives them impossible jobs. Nowt but virtues no proper country and no decent king or general would ever need. In decent countries folk don't have to have virtues, the whole lot can be perfectly ordinary, average intelligence, and for all I know cowards.
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.. e a outra que queria escrever peças de teatro sem nunca ter lido uma... enfim, andam todos à procura da luz da ribalta.

Strange to say the least

Doutoramento em curso, dar aulas na universidade, efectuar comunicações/conferências, dois livros no prelo e um artigo científico para escrever... Se há uns anos atrás me dissessem que isto ia acontecer...