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vogelgriep

thanks to rtp taped emissions, we see the evening news from yesterday on our lunch break. feels a little bit more like home when we ear the sound of the beginning, and feels good to actually know more than publico’s front page news.

for instance, the parliament is still pretty empty. i can’t understand this. if that’s the deputee’s job, how dare they not show up? i mean, here we are, cycling half an hour in wind and rain to have a 2 hour class… what are they doing? why can’t they focus on it only?
and the bird flu? market people forbidden to sell live chicken, ducks, etc and the panic of those who have done nothing else all their life. or the dozen dead ducks who showed up dead in a beach in the center of the country and the general media histeria around it…

[ oh! as is wrote this (and was starting to change subject to other ways of knowledge), there was a short sketch on work over the internet and i saw ana, rosa and hilda there :) how nice! ]

anyway, as i was saying, we have been learning a lot more about other countries, which is turning this erasmus experience into something rewarding beyond words. ramadan, for instance, is now a word with a meaning. it means “holy” month, a month without eating or drinking during daylight (at all), a month for the introspection and meditation.
being here makes us search for the countries in the map and attach the stories to the places. romania, syria, vietnam, turkey… and even germany, italy or belgium. what did i know of these places before coming here? and what do i know now?

reading, researching, living in those places for a while, talking, listening, moving, starting it all over again. i think i have a plan. :)

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running behind schedule

Great research is wasted unless you can communicate your ideas to others.
The two principal ways researchers do so are by writing papers, and by giving research talks. Nevertheless, many papers and talks, even by well-established researchers, are amazingly poorly presented. There are many simple things that everyone can do to improve talks and papers, regardless of whether you are a natural speaker or a fluent writer.

In these two linked talks, I will try to abstract lessons from my own experience of writing about and presenting research, in the hope that they may be of use to you. I expect that some members of the audience will also be experienced researchers, with good ideas of their own. Nothing would delight me more than to move from presentation into two-way discussion – so please come prepared to make your own contribution.

S. Peyton Jones

yesterday we gave an oral presentation on interactive 3d rigid body systems visualization. the subject isn’t all that exciting, but still, it has some interesting key points, and we decided to make the presentation as fun to watch as we could. our 10 minutes of fame went well, i shall say. :) much of this we owe to Mr. Simon Peyton Jones. he wrote a couple of papers on how to give a talk and to write a scientific paper, and gave a delightful talk on haskell subjects in braga, some years ago. on his socks. :)
you can reach the pdf’s here, and get more information about Mr. Jones as well.

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de euro stinkt!

do you know what euro bills are made from? cotton, among other things.
cotton which comes from several countries around the world… the origin of it is not completely clear. some of the countries get subsidies from their government for it, and others, the poorer ones, don’t. that way, they have no chance to compete with the more developed ones, whose prices will be significantly lower… and to make matters worse, a great part of these countries depends on the cotton production to hold on to their economy.

so, a group of young dutch people thought that maybe they could do something to help: a bet with one of their ministers, mr Zalm. if they could sell 10000 “honest euros” till the end of october (i think), the dutch government would start to buy its cotton from biological fair trade origins.
de euro stinkt! campaign is success, with only 800 honest euros to get there.
the project’s webpage is in dutch, but you can try a rough babelfish translation for more details. wanna participate? let me know :)

ps – our mentor, hugo, told us about this project – and now both me and levi have our honest euros. just a piece of paper resembling a bill, which cost 1 euro and is worth the same, if you want to sell it to someone else. the money goes to ICCO and other institutions. ”
The money isn’t going to ICCO. They support the project. But we (CNV Jongeren) are gonna use the money for a European campaign, so that all Euro countries will get fair cotton euros.” (hugo)

yay! I hope it gets to Portugal soon. I’ll surely help! :)

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…

on a monday, i am waiting
tuesday, i am fading
and by wednesday, I can’t sleep…

ashley simpson, pieces of me

yup. it’s those damn reports we have to deliver on wednesdays…

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as compras

6 litros de leite,
1 chouriço,
fiambre,
queijo,
8 pães para cozer,
uma dúzia de ovos,

cordon bleu,
costeletas de porco,
salsichas para grelhar,
frango,
4 limões,
1 pacote de arroz,

4 de massa,
2 pizzas,
1 kg de cenouras,

3 pimentos,
1 pacote de panquecas,
3 pacotes de bolachas,

polpa de tomate,
latas de ananás,
cogumelos, milho,

1 kg café,
barritas de muesli,

carne picada,
1 pacote grande de cereais,

1 kg de cebolas,
1 pacote de alhos,
1 saco de feijões,
1 embalagem de filetes de peixe.

2 mochilas, e um caixote de papel, precariamente seguro na traseira de uma das nossas bicicletas, e o meu cestinho da bicicleta para transportar isto tudo… estão a ver o filme… :) o que vale é que o supermercado nem é assim tão longe. acho que ainda vi alguns residentes conter o riso quando me viram de costeletas a tentar escapar do cestinho da bicicleta…

ainda esta semana a v. foi ao ikea. e já se sabe, o ikea é o ikea. veio de lá com vários artigos, entre eles um armário metálico vermelho, com gavetas. mesinha de cabeceira, mais ou menos. contou-nos que só quando chegou à bicicleta é que se lembrou que ia ter de levar “aquilo” (e já montado) até casa. :D e sem outro remédio, aí veio ela, meia dúzia de kilómetros com um armário pousado na parte de trás da bicicleta, e uma das mãos a segurá-lo, a rezar a todos os deuses italianos para não ter de parar em nenhum semáforo no caminho…

ps – tenho tanto que contar…