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in the netherlands

gas rants

“When dealing with any threat, two questions must be answered. Is it real and what should be done about it?

The threat from Gazprom, which supplies a quarter of the European Union’s gas, is real. Russia’s state-controlled gas monopoly can turn off the tap and was not afraid to do so during this year’s dispute with Ukraine. The profitability of Gazprom’s exports, compared with traditionally lossmaking domestic supply, mitigates against too hardline a stance with western customers – particularly now there are signs Moscow is more concerned about inflation than continuing to allow real gas prices at home to rise.”
from lex colum, on finantial times last week.

russia is now in the presidence of the g8, and the theme for it’s presidency is energy security. there’s a clear conflict of interests here.
the g7 wants to diversify their energy sources and routes, “liberalizing the access to pipelines and stopping countries from unilaterally suspending gas supplies in a price dispute” (as the one that happened earlier this year, between gazprom and ukraine, and the one going on now, between gazprom and belarus. anyone see a pattern here?).

russia thinks otherwise and is looking forward to get a firm grasp over their pipelines and monopolies. a possible bid on an uk energy company has recently triggered english/european fears and raised the possibility of a law change that would directly stop their intentions.
moscow didn’t like it – last week gasprom warned the world “not to mix gas with politics”. but how not to, now that they are thinking of buying a couple of pipelines to china and start to export their western siberian gas that way?
note that gas from europe also comes from western siberia*, which means the both the markets would have to “share the gas”… and that disputes and agreements would have to be settled between china and europe, from now on.

the danger the gas/oil demand growth is very real in the next few years as russia is not ready to cope with such growth, and prices will inevitably rise.

the future? a cold, expensive question mark.

(i’m starting to like all this energy markets dynamics, i must confess. research is needed, for full understanding and clearing the dodgy points. more notes on gas will follow, sparingly. no intentions of turning the meiadeleite.com into a gas-blog, rest assured, but if you know of any interesting articles on the issue, send them my way please. :)
)

* there’s also gas in eastern siberia, but not the infrastructures to extract it and they don’t really want to build them. it’s cheaper to buy it from their asian competitors and therefore eliminate the competition.

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just life


“Hoje o céu está mais azul,
eu sinto…
Fecho os olhos.
Mesmo assim eu sinto…
O meu corpo estremeceu.
Não consigo adormecer.

Nem o tempo vai chegar
Para dizer o quanto eu sinto
Você longe de mim.
É uma espécie de dor…”

Rosa, Rodrigo Leão

a avó mila morreu. estou longe e não vou mudar nada agora, ninguém muda o meu buraco no estômago, que eu sabia já meio amputado quando entrei no avião para vir para aqui.
tenho pavor a funerais, a ficar com as imagens estáticas gravadas por cima das que eu já tinha. mas aqui nem se aplica. quando o estado de degradação é lento e doloroso, quem é que consegue manter as memórias intactas?

por causa dela escrevo tanto. não em blogs, mas em notas, cadernos, cartas, folhas. por causa dela não consigo deitar nada fora – como se todos os pedaços de dias fossem uma memória que um dia, quando os genes tomarem conta do rumo, me vão ajudar a lembrar qualquer coisa.

porque se nos esquecermos é como se não tivesse existido. e é disso que eu tenho mais medo.

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in the netherlands

guerrila style

the queen’s day is a big holiday in holland, with many parties and activities. it’s the day to celebrate the dutch pride: they dress up in orange and wander around town, having fun.
one of the activities going on is the “free market”, where anyone can sell anything they’d like on the streets.

now, everybody has always said to me i should try to sell those little wallets i make out of milk/juice cartons, but i never really did because i thought it was unfair. i’ve learnt it from rosa, which learnt it from someone else, and though there’s not really a patent on these things, it just doesn’t sound right.

what changed? well, not much i suppose. but me and joy, we just thought we could give it a go and sell them this one time, since it is actually legal on that day. for whatever (though always low) amount we charge, people get a tetrapack wallet and a recycling lesson to teach their kids. we have some neat ideas to make them unique and special, and we think it’s worth the shot.

in the end, we plan to buy something for everybody in the floor – they’re all very commited in helping it work. that’s what i like in these people. you set something up and all of a sudden you’re surrounded with enthusiasm and helping hands.
i love you all!

anyway, phase one is now set: we’ve drawn and painted some papers to spread on the 13 kitchens on this building, hoping that people will help us collect as many cartons as we can. wish us luck!

the cow parade

ps – i drawed the cows, joy, heye and levi painted them and joy took the picture. :)

update: in the first day, i gathered more 14 cartons, all around the building! :D plus one this morning. this is going to be fun!

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geek

meiadeleite.com


g. and i saw some cloth markers on a cheap shop some weekends ago and decided to give it a go. first on a very old tshirt, then (because it worked perfectly) on a good one.

so the second “meiadeleite.com” tshirt is born. here’s the front and the back. :)


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just life

já não há cartas de amor como antigamente.

Minha querida Felismina,

Bem sabes como sofre o coração deste pobre e velho marinheiro, por não conhecer a correspondência do teu amor. O amor… Felismina… o amor quando nos toca é como se tocasse um sino… um hino… sei lá! o trino de um alegre passarinho…

Felismina, eu quero voar para o teu ninho… (ah, esta tá boa, “voar para o teu ninho”!) e fazer o pino… (“fazer o pino”?!) Pronto, faço o pino! Ah, Felismina, as coisas a que o amor nos sujeita… Por ti eu fazia o pino… já não sei, que desatino!

Mas que hei-de eu fazer, Felismina? O amor é um furacão, desgovernando a minha embarcação…

Felismina, abranda a tua tempestade e manda-me uma brisazinha para atiçar as brasas em que vive o meu coração.

Pires.

(d’Os amigos do Gaspar)

que ataque de saudosimo inopinado! :D