Ultimate GE based post

now is for the time of goodbyes to all...

Note that farewell means the wish for a good trip, and for the moment my journey has not begun just yet. So worry not, for we will meet again soon.

I only say goodbye to the people I met here as to show them that I am sad to leave them so soon. It has been a gripping experience and I will surely not forget the most delightful time I had with all. There is no one person to thank, so I thank them all. I only wish I had more time to do so.

To say a word about GE, well, I now understand the enthusiasm my finance teacher had when referring to it. It has great values and really puts forward the one who matters the most: that small individual worker who with his neighbor will make things happen. It's like an ant's nest where coordination is key and when one member falls the rest feel. But it doesn't only see things small, it also makes things as big as the planet's health matter just as much; values are based on using the best out of people to make the world a better place for all; now this may seem ambitious, but the best one can do is try... and GE sure does.

Values aside, all that is left is for me is to note that i have absolutely no regrets and I wish to live such an inviting experience once more.


Life does go on, but now the path has gotten a whole lot nicer...

Penultimate GE based post

I can't find anything else to do so I am now going to list the different things I learned here at GE:

- if I saw an airplane in the sky and it were making a racket, I would then say: "IF IT WAS A G.E.-MADE ENGINE IT WOULDN'T MAKE ALL THAT NOISE!!!". Some people may call that brainwashing, I call it understanding values.

- workwise... nothing much, I spent half my time here, & I am being generous, fiddling with my thumbs, & I do regret not being more proactive. But I do have strong thumbs now! :-)

- I also finally learned that wherever you go you will always meet the best people in the world and that there's no need to go looking for them at the far end of this planet, mots of the time they will even be you next door neighbors.

- in a certain way it was also made clear to me that smoking is bad, drinking is bad, watching TV is bad, eating junkfood is bad, and a lot of other things are bad; but the real lesson is that there's no worth living if there is no risk of ending it, or in a less extreme way: carpe diem quad minimum credula postero... seize the day and trust not the morrow; nothing is sure about it, so why live on assumptions.

- enjoy...

Antepenultimate GE based post

Here I am living my before last day at GE Healthcare.
I must say that it has been a long stay, & in the end I realized that I really did enjoyed it.
But the goodbyes, regrets, and thank-yous will come tomorrow.
For now I can only regret leaving the people from the bi-weekly basketball games, I met some wonderful and very interesting people there. If it weren't for those matches I would have gained 20kg and grown long hair and a beard. Instead I now play like Vince Carter and only gained a few bruises.
:-)

Why is it called Bluetooth?

Harald Bluetooth was king of Denmark in the late 900s. He managed to unite Denmark and part of Norway into a single kingdom then introduced Christianity into Denmark. He left a large monument, the Jelling rune stone, in memory of his parents. He was killed in 986 during a battle with his son, Svend Forkbeard. Choosing this name for the standard indicates how important companies from the Nordic region (nations including Denmark, Sweden, Norway and Finland) are to the communications industry, even if it says little about the way the technology works.


Source: howstuffworks.com

Ho, ho, ho!

Weekend under the theme of family and friends all in the spirit of Christmas festivity.

Saturday, with a colleague I went to this Factory outlet just outside of Paris to buy those xmas presents for Sis', Bro', Ma' & Pa'. Huge place, tons of people; very American style shopping & decoration; it even smells like an American mall!! One can even go through the indoor section with a small train that goes 'tchoo-tchoo' through the heard of people that pack up the place. You've also got all the rainbow-colored decoration and lights with Jingle Bells playing in every corner of the building. Christmas at its fullest..

Then Sunday, little trip to Normandy to see some family I hadn't seen in years. They all loved my passing by and I even got to meet my grandfather's cousin whom I had never even heard of before. I was amazed at how many people in our family own some sort of domain (one castle out of two we saw was part of the family's heritage).
Then I also laughed when I saw most houses in the area decorated for xmas as if they were trying to remind Santa that they still exist and where they live. Though strangely enough only retired people live there. I wonder if they sent their wish list to Santa as well.

What a world...

Ambitious Google

Read this and notice the ambitious character of Google's founders.

Apply if you dare...

:-)

link: http://www.google.com/jobs/lunar_job.html

Dumber than smart

For those who find themselves dumber than smart and smarter than dumb, and just try to find excuses for their incompetence. We are all far from perfect, but the least we can do is aspire towards it.
:-)

examples: 75 ways to use vinegar around the house
Saving money with peroxide

Multimedia search engine

A cool music, movie, and actor search engine that sorts search results by affinity to what you actually searched for.
A good way to discover new bands and movies through your taste in the subject.

Enjoy!



www.liveplasma.com

Interesting coincidence

For those who might feel concerned, the silicon gel used in breast implants was invented by... General Electric.

:-)


note: breast augmentation was the third most performed surgical cosmetic procedures in 2002, 2003, and 2004 in the US.

Try your best

Try out this test, I take it more as a test of English as a funky language:
http://intelligence-test.net/part1/
It's freeky how the answers are soooooo simple.
Enjoy...

tip: all the ones I found were simple every-day expressions (EXACTLY like the example), requiring only common sense or basic knowledge.

what the...? (alcohol related)

The word "toast," meaning a wish of good health, started in ancient Rome, where a piece of toasted bread was dropped into wine.

The origin of the word cocktail is said to have come from the metaphor of the morning rooster while drinking small quantities of alcohol at the break of dawn to lessen the effect of a hang-over, & also from putting a cock's tail in the glass to mark it as alcoholic (this came after).

The longest bar in the world is 684 feet (or about 208.5 meters) long and is located at the New Bulldog in Rock Island, Illinois... bloody americans.

Each molecule of alcohol is less than a billionth of a meter long and consists of a few atoms of oxygen, carbon and hydrogen. At least you know now what's going down your throat.

One glass of milk can give a person a .02 blood alcohol concentration on a Breathalyzer test. That’s enough in some places for persons under age 21 to lose their drivers license and be fined.

If a young Tiriki (Kenya) man offers beer to a woman and she spits some of it into his mouth, they are engaged to be married. Hmmmmm....that makes the single life seem a little more attractive.

In the 1600's thermometers were filled with brandy instead of mercury... Ever got drunk with Brandy and felt a little warmer?

Methyphobia is fear of alcohol... back to that dream I had after a weery Friday night.

Dipsomania refers to an abnormal or insatiable craving for alcohol... back to just before that weery Friday night.

"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" is commonly believed to be the only English sentence devised to include all the letters of the alphabet. However, typesetters have another such sentence: "Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs."

Most vegetable, and virtually all fruit juices, contain alcohol.

There is a cloud of alcohol in outer space with enough alcohol to make four trillion-trillion drinks. It's free for the taking. . . but it's 10,000 light years away.

Chinese fortune...

Cow with no legs, ground beef.

A man who sneezes without his hanky takes matters into his own hands.

A man who drops his watch in the toilet is bound to have a shitty time.

He who thinks by the inch and talks by the yard deserves to be kicked by the foot.

Never have sex with a stranger unless you are stranger than them.

Babies conceived on the back seat of a car with automatic transmission grow up to be shiftless bastards.

War does not determine who is right, war determines who is left.

Just because men have one, doesn't mean they have to be one.

Support bacteria -- it's the only culture some people have!

Men who run behind cars get exhausted.

It's ok to let a fool kiss you, but don't let a kiss fool you.

Virginity is like bubble, one prick & it's all gone.

I am what I am...

You Are Cookie Monster

Misunderstood as a primal monster, you're a true hedonist with a huge sweet tooth. You are usually feeling: Hungry. Cookies are preferred, but you'll eat anything if cookies aren't around. You are famous for: Your slightly crazy eyes and usual way of speaking How you life your life: In the moment. "Me want COOKIE!"

The Sesame Street Personality Quiz

I'm a superhero

Your Superhero Profile

Your Superhero Name is The Ambush Devil Your Superpower is Accessorizing Your Weakness is Dust Your Weapon is Your Toxic Hammer Your Mode of Transportation is Sleigh

What's your Superhero Name?

Now who would have guessed that...

(thx for the link Melinda)

The Duke Nuked'em

Note: this post is for informational purposes only, and I cannot be held resposible for any attempt on making a nuclear reaction (/bomb) in your bath tub, if you don't have a bath tub then in your shower, and if you don't have a shower either then I don't know you.

A nuclear reaction is a process where two nuclear particles collide, to simplify things I will only be going over the two most known reactions: fusion and fission.

A fusion reaction is, as the words says, the process of combining two lighter elements to create a larger one. That is what takes place in the sun as well as in hydrogen bombs, and so, that is how one can create a huge amount of energy. In short, two elements are thrown at eachother at very high speeds and depending on their weight they will either release energy or absorb it (the split point being at the Iron or Nickel state). The problem is that it currently uses more energy than it produces to be able to control it, so for the moment it is pointless to use it as a clean energy source.

A fission reaction is the oposite: spliting one larger element in to two smaller ones. We first used that reaction on August 6th, 1945, over Hiroshima. We then understood its potential and started using it as an energy source. The danger of a nuclear fission is that when started it undergoes a chain reaction: to split the element one bombards it with a neutron, but when done that reaction will produce another several neutrons enabling multiple other reactions to take place; so unless you are working with only one of those atoms it is strongly suggested to find the means to control the outgoing neutrons. This is what can be done in a nuclear reactor and was what failed at Chernobyl.
The main elements used in this process is a metal called Uranium (we'll drop Plutonium for this time). But it can only take place with Uranium 235 (235 being its atomic weight) and not Uranium 238 (accounting for 99% of earth's supply). So when extracted they must be seperated, a process also known as Uranium enrichment. But it is a very difficult and costly process: one must spin the compound at extremely hight speeds (aproximating 10,000 rpm) as to send the heavier atoms (U238) to the outside, and this must be done several times round. To understand this better you must know that a nuclear reactor uses Uranium enriched at 5% (5% U235 & 95% U238) whereas a nuclear bomb needs Uranium enriched at 90%, and to achieve the latter one must have aproximately 100,000 centrifuges (the machine that spins); which is most reassuringly not the case of Iraq.


post dedicated to Ricardas who complained about my posts being too boring (he's one of those guys who has nor bath tub nor shower)

Corporate Lesson 1:

A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is
finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.
The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs
downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands
Bob, the next door neighbor. Before she says a word,
Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to drop that towel,"
After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her
towel and stands naked in front of Bob.
After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 dollars and leaves.
The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back
upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband
asks, "Who was that?" "It was Bob the next door
neighbor," she replies.
"Great!" the husband says, "did he say anything
about the $800 he owes me?"
Moral of the story: If you share critical
information pertaining to credit and risk with your
shareholders in time, you may be in a position to
prevent avoidable exposure.

Corporate Lesson 2:

A priest offered a lift to a Nun.
She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.
The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling
the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.
The nun said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?"
The priest removed his hand.
But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again.
The nun once again said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?"
The priest apologized "Sorry sister but the flesh is weak."
Arriving at the convent, the nun went on her way.
On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129.
It said, "Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory."
Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in
your job, you might miss a great opportunity.

Corporate Lesson 3:

A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the

manager are walking to lunch when they find an

antique oil lamp.

They rub it and a Genie comes out.

The Genie says, "I'll give each of you just one wish."

"Me first! Me first!" says the admin clerk.

"I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat,

without a care in the world." Poof! She's gone.

"Me next! Me next!" says the sales rep. "I want to

be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal

masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the

love of my life." Poof! He's gone.

"OK, you're up," the Genie says to the manager.

The manager says, "I want those two back in the office after lunch."

Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say.

Corporate Lesson 4:

A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day.

A rabbit asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?"

The crow answered: "Sure, why not."

So, the rabbit sat on the gr ound below the crow, and rested.

A fox jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very

high up.

Corporate Lesson 5:

A turkey was chatting with a bull.

"I would love to be able to Get to the top of that

tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy."

"Well, why don't you nibble on my droppings?" replied the bull.

"They're packed with nutrients."

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that

it gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.

The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.

Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree.

Soon he was spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey

out of the tree.

Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top but it won't keep you there.

Trust

It is in human nature to be gullible to a certain extent, and even if you're the most paranoid person in the world there would still be cases where your beliefs made you make choices that were to your disadvantage.
I only wish that those kind of situations were not man-made; I only wish that we could trust one another, not with our lives as that would be foolish, but with our hearts as it would take us one step closer to humanity.

Only then will you be able to watch the morning sky with a smile that would shame the sun...

Coffee Parisien

Thursday: Back to our modest lives...
Dinner with a princess in a restaurant called the Coffee Parisien. Fashionable place to eat, nice prices, and a good choice of food (mostly american style); I personally enjoyed the simplicity of the decor; just has a nice ring to it.
About the princess? Well... she's a princess allright.

Bling Bling

You're now in your new plane you bought a month ago from Netjets and are going through your Henk briefcase to find those files you need for a pretty important meeting later in the day.
After an extremely peaceful flight, upon landing at the Marseille provence airport, you notice that you business partners finally did take that Boeing Business Jet, in great deception you start calculating the loss on the bet you made. You then all very formally greet eachother, hoping nobody got airsick, and then hop into the Maybach 62, destination: the seaport.
And there awaits that splendid 71m yatch that you named after your favorite redfish Bobbly, you just thought the name Edmiston company gave it was too cliché (Utopia, what a rip-off); anyhow, you are now headed to Monte Carlo to conclude the deal, and so on the way you discuss the last few details with those hypocrite partners of yours; not that you really needed them in the first place but your close advisor and friend suggested that a more political approach to your purchase could help futur figures. Nevertheless you still give out a few of your "business" cards just for the fun of it.
Finally you arrive at destination: Hotel Port Palace, Monte Carlo, where your suite awaits.
In the end you close the deal in barely a few hours and are already packed and on the go when suddenly, on your way out, as unexpected as undesired, you bump into someone... and without word to say you stay in awe, you are now facing the partner of your wildest dreams, the one you said you'ld never find, that 'one'.
You then decide, in an instant, just like that, to drop everything! sell the whole company! And sail across the globe, passed the seven seas and over the edge of this world, only you and that one person until time itself comes to and end.

... pfou! What a day! I need a break!

butterfly

We've all made paper planes in class instead of listening to the teacher and most of us have wanted to fly a remote controles plane. Well here's a nice combination: Plantraco's carbon butterfly. It flies like a plane under your command and is even lighter than the lightest paper plane you could almost ever make (half the weight of a dollar bill). Pricy toy but all worth the fun.

Phonemes

A phonem is a linguistic sound representation, the smallest element of a word/language. Here are a few languages (most common & extremes ones) with their associated number of phonemes so that you have an idea of what it means. Some phonemes are also more difficult to pronounce, so what makes a language difficult is not the amount.

!Xóõ (southern-central Africa): 112
Hungarian: 68
Slovak: 51
German: 47
Portugese: 46
English: 45
Japanese: 42
French: 35
Spanish: 30
Arab: 29
Esperanto: 28
Italian: 27
Pirahã (Amazonian): 10

fly like a bird.

I absolutely love flying, but every time I get on a plane I see people freeking out as if it were the end of the world.

It's hard to believe, but you have more chances of dying in an accident while driving to the airport than in the actual plane, by far; what you believe is only what the media made you believe.

So enjoy life and go to the carribeans to bread alongside the leatherback turtles...
& go there by plane for once, you're too old to cross the atlantic by row-boat again.


Go to:
- airplane disasters (for explanations)
- airplane crash statistics (for stats on the truth)

Pins & needles

Most know now that I once had my tongue pierced, most see people in the street with unusual holes poked in their skin somewhere on their body, & a lot have actualy experienced it. But do you know what it actually means, or at least meant?

Ear piercings were always more commonly worn by men & had the use of being a dorrway out for all the demons in a man's head (the reason for which "the bigger the whole the better"). But many other meaning have passed through time; such as sailors who wore an ear piercing were the ones who had sailed around the globe or had at least cross the equator; or it has also been believed that it would increase the acuity of eyesite through acupuncture.

The nose piercing was first discovered 4,000 years ago, but its main reference date from India & was said to help reduce pain at childbirth & lessen period pain. By custom it was always on the left side, the spot associated with the female organs in Indian medecine. It was also common to join it by a chain to the ear.

Nipple piercings were originaly a misunderstanding between Roman generals and their soldiers: the general's body armor was well known for its faithful imitation of a man's torso, & it was also well noted that their capes were attached to them by means of hooking it to two rings on that body armor that were placed on its 'nipples'. The soldiers belived that the generals indeed had the same rings on their real nipples, as the armors seemed to be perfect imitations of what was under.

Prince Albert piercings (on a man's third leg, down under) were, as one could guess, invented by a certain Prince Albert who first pierced his genitals in order to keep 'it' strait up in the then-current fashionable tight pants. Nevertheless some consider this to be highly unlikely and prefer tracing its origin back to the kamasutra in ancient Indian culture. Your choice, but either way it has always been known to be a practice of gay culture.

Navel piercings (on the belly button) was used amongst the Egyptian royal family members for ceremonial purposes. It has now become the most common body piercing after ear piercing but is still done using unsanitary means and often leads to infections.

Tongue piercing (my favorite) was used in the Mayan culture as a means to talk to the Gods & was only done on priests. But like most piercings today it has gained a more sexual connotation. Moreover it is considered to be the most risky, as it can, in certain cases, cut the break: the tendon on your tongue that hold the tongue back (if cut the tongue would just hang out of the mouth and no surgery can fix it).


Now if you ever want to pierce youself (not recomended) it can be useful to rub the skin that is to be pierced with a raw potato, as it will rend the skin numb and will take away most of the pain. But modern techniques allow for quick and painless piercing, just make sure you go to a certified piercer that uses proper anesthetics.

Smile

Beyond the cries
far from the sorrow,

Beyond the tears
away from the sobs,

Beyond the darkness
and out of the shadows,


Lift up your head,
Look up to the sky...


and smile.

Just do it

Now there's something I never been able to say & I've been meaning to say it to a lot of people for a long, long time. And Paul Haggis has said it for me, in his movie Crash.
I would like it if you watched that movie, by any means possible.
So please... just do it.




(Dedicated to Melinda who alowed me to discover the movie)

Words for love

Love: Letting Out Voracious Enemies

Trust: The Rest Use Serious Thinking

Understand: Undergoing Numerous Disappointments Encompasses Realizing Someone’s Truths And Needlessly Doubting

Affection: After Four Failures Every Conviction Truly Inheres On Nothing

Honesty: How Our Nonchalance Easily Skips Truth’s Yearn

Tolerance: To Overcome Lapsing Every Real Aspiration of Needing to Convince Everybody.

Loyalty: Leaving Out Your Acute Legerdemain To Yourself

Fear

I don't have much to say about this subject, except that I don't like it: it slows you down and takes away the control you have over yourself.
But it stays in all of us, like that itch on your back you simply can't get to; but if you don't think about it you'll just end up forgeting all about it.

Knowing what you're dealing with will obviously help you deal with it.
So go to this link and read the whole thing... yes, everything.

http://people.howstuffworks.com/fear.htm/printabl

Death become her

Someone close once told me about a certain curiosity in death but wasn't able to talk to anyone about it. I personaly disagree with the people who avoided the conversation, for to know the true meaning of life one must cover all aspects, including death.

So what is death? It's a moment in time that can't really be defined; it's a bit like the present: by the time you think about it it has already become past; is present time the second you are living in? or maybe the hundredth of a second? or maybe less? I say it is too small to actually exist. So I say that we are constantly living either in the past of an upcoming moment or in the futur of another.
Death is kind of the same thing: either you're alive or you're not; death is either the afterworld for the believers or a time for body's decomposition for the non-believers. Death really is the moment you die, the one between life and one of those two others; but how long is that moment? one second? a hundredth of a second? maybe less? I say it is too small to actually exist...

So why be afraid of something that doesn't exist...

;-)

Your GPS has gone bad

Ever tried to guess what letter someone was writing on you back using the tip of their finger?
I presume that you know how you can do that?

Indeed there is a map of you whole body somewhere in your brain. But the interesting part is that it isn't like an unalterable ink & paper kind of map, it's more of a puzzle where you can rearrange the pieces at will; nevertheless what you have leanred in you life makes it difficult to consciously do it: your mind has to be trick into it.

Here is an experiment to show you how: sit in front of a friend of yours, blindfolded. Then ask another friend to hold up your index and point it towards your sitting friend's nose, ask him then to put it closer and closer until it's actually touching it, then make that friend use your finger to tap the sitting down friend's nose at frequent but irregular intervals, and then do the same movement with his finger on your nose (both have to be perfectly synchronised). At one point you will be thinking that your nose is your friends nose, the one a couple of feet away.

Click on the linked blog-post title to find out more & go a little further.

Know thyself.

Go to this page to unravel the mysteries of 'you'.

I was pleasantly surprised at my mental capabilities but deceived at my ambitions and personality traits.

A simple example: hold you hands together, crossing you fingers; now look to see which thumb is on top of the other... I'm not going to tell you what it means, I'll just say that it does mean something.

Enjoy...


http://www.bbc.co.uk/science/humanbody/mind/index_surveys.shtml

Busy Bee

Now this was the kinda week I was waiting for!!!

Monday: hmm... I can't really remember what I did, but I know I did something

Tuesday: Out at and little house party where I met some nice Brits... point? greet some new colleagues... & get drunk

Wednesday: Finally met up with some of my cousins from around the area and managed to plan a near journey of discovery and amazement in the night-life of the city of angels... Paris.

Thursday: out to another 'little' house party... point? say goodbye to some old colleagues... & get drunk.

Friday: now this is the one I prefered...
I met up with my cousins and went to the Oberkampf area (center's north east of Paris), where we discovered (or rather just 'I') a few bars and pubs: my favorite was the Charbon, lots of pretty 'gals that would be looking at me as if I were some sort of local celebrity (very pleasant I must say), but also a very nice atmosphere and good music (a bit crouded though). Then we went to the Wax, nice place but too young and no nice music (yes, still a nice place if you're there to sit and chat). After that we wandered around to different places, none of which I remember the name, except maybe the "Chat noir" but not worth remembering. Now I think that the only problem is that everything closes at 2.o0am... HOW BLOODY BORING!!!

Saturday: met up with a friend/ex-teacher (Yann for the ones who know) & some of his, and tried watching the france-georgia soccer match (stoped before half-time.. too boring) and then lazed around before going down rue de la Huchette to get caught in a Greek restaurant like a moskito to a neon light. It was a lifetime experience, but to do only once... really. For those who want to dare try it out, it's called "les Argonautes" and it #12 on the street in the 5th district. I'm never going there again: never had I eaten in such a loud environment (go to www.lesargonautesparis.com).

Sunday: we then went walking in a park outside of Paris (Parc de Sceaux @ http://parc-de-sceaux.9online.fr), very very very nice castle over there (I'm jealous... sniff). I then ended my most active week ever with a nice dinner at a Moroccan restaurant, in the middle of nowhere but with the best coucous Ever.

Lots of money spent, but all worth the fun.

Hello there

Now I've just come back from my most active night in Paris yet: I went to the Oberkampf area.
Now I was told, and also to what I saw, that the area passed its age and is now in the stage of popularity's decline. Nevertheless there is enought movement to get along very well with the locals.
I'm going through one of those nights where you want to discover the place, so you go to six different bars drinking half a liter of beer in each and then pretend to be perfectly sain even though you have several grams of alcohol at the tip of each finger, then you realize that all you've been doing for the past few hours is making a fool of yourself by dancing on any support than could be confused as a podium, so you then start walking home in shame only to realize that you've gone in the complete opposite direction, and then again in shame you take a taxi, making the driver your best friend in the whole wide world; and finally, after arriving home, you write a whole bunch of crap on some pointless blog to then collapse in your bed and have nightmares of glasses of beer with little legs and huge arms attacking you while you're hanging upside down under the eiffel tower.

All is left for me now is that bloody nightmare... wish me luck...

Blog-post gone bad

I've been running out of imagination lately & it has been showing right here. I described this bog as a world of amazement, but with what I've been writing lately I don't see how people can be any more than just suprised.
Sorry about that, I will now tend to mend this debacle...

you can start being amazed again.

work or no work, that is the question.

I can't say I'm proud of it but for me it's 'no work'.
Click on this blog-post's title and discover the truth: I'm not the only one.
The only difference would be that I don't just waste 2 hours per 8 hour day, I actually waste 5 hours on a 6-7 hour day. Sorry Salary.com but if you had counted me in your stats you would have found that the average is much higher. :-)

Arriving late at work

So today I arrived at work at 11.08...
I'm not proud of it, but I'm not ashamed either: I could have arrived earlier if it wasn't so difficult to get through public transport. Nevertheless I woke up at 9.36 when I usually leave the flat almost exactly one hour before... basically I have no excuse.
I didn't even make up any excuse, I just dampened the truth a little.
Some people though could go through heaven and hell to find the right excuse, but then it would all depend on how you say it and most importantly how often.
So for those people who do blaber about, telling their bosses that and asteroid hit a public toilet and then the seat burst your tire leaving your car to swirle into a pile of elephant dung, just stop; they won't believe you anyway. Just admit you're wrong, it'll make your boss feel more powerfull (you'll see that with that small smirk he'ld be pulling) and then he would leave you to you business while he goes look at himself in the mirror.
That's all there is to it: lies won't get you anywhere.

:-)

Some reeeeaaaallly cool stuff

http://www.freeset.ca/hldemo_nightclub

http://www.i-bar.ch/index.php?id=88&L=1

http://www.sensitivefloor.com


and lots lots lots more, just click on the blog-post title (linked) to go to one of my favorite sites, maybe even my favorite of all (for its content at least)

Sleeping at work

Now we're all human & all more stupid than the next, so don't deny it: we all sleep at work!

I personally figures out how to sleep with my eyes wide open as if I weren't sleeping, but I think that the only inconvenience is that your eyes ain't moving and they get crossed in a very unusual way (freeky), so if your boss doesn't see you sleeping he still sees you NOT working. Now I just gotta come up with a scheme that will also make my eyes move over the screen and my fingers over the keyboard, all while I continue sleeping.
:-)

France...

... a country where people go on strike as if it were their holiday; where passing pedestrians turn their heads away and think no less than a judge sentencing a criminal that hasn't been judged,
where the beauty of the scenery sparkles in your eyes but is still taken for granted by the popular sight; where the food tickles your tongue like no other can but empties your wallet as if there was nothing from the start; where the system is made to help all but only makes you pay to help the unwanted.
A place that visitors love above all other on earth but that flee at first site of any of what has been said above.

Ignorance is bliss...

Law is funner than you can imagin

A surfer once sued another surfer for "stealing his wave." The case was thrown out because the court was unable to put a price on "pain and suffering" endured by the surfer watching someone else ride "his" wave.

In 1985, a pregnant women was falsely accused of shoplifting a basketball.

In Israel, religious law forbids picking your nose on Sabbath.

In Singapore, it is illegal to sell or own chewing gum.

In the 1985 Boise, Idaho mayoral election, there were four write-in votes for Mr. Potato Head.

Since the United Nations was founded in 1945, there have been 140 wars.

Serving ice cream on cherry pie was once illegal in Kansas.

Centuries ago in India, a person could get their nose chopped off for breaking the law.

India has a Bill of Rights for cows.

The Indian election in 1984 was the largest election of any country. Over 379,000,000 voters were eligible to vote at over 480,000 polling stations.

now how's that for a fact?!

American women, on average, spend 55 minutes per day getting showered, dressed, and groomed.

Forty percent of Americans iron their clothes while wearing their underwear or being completely naked.

Children laugh about 400 times a day, while adults laugh on average only 15 times a day.

Americans are responsible for generating roughly 20% percent of the garbage in the world.

Annually, the amount of garbage that is dumped in the world's oceans is three times the weight of fish that is caught from the oceans.

By recycling just one glass bottle, the amount of energy that is being saved is enough to light a 100 watt bulb for four hours.

Every year approximately 2,500 left-handed people are killed by using object or machinery designed for right-handed people.

Every year approximately 3,000 people choke to death.

In a year, the average person walks four miles to make his or her bed.

It is estimated that at any one time, 0.7% of the world's population is drunk.

More than 90% of shark attack victims survive.

Most American women have their first baby when they are 24.3 years old.

The amount of aluminum that Americans throw out in three months is enough to rebuild all American commercial planes.

Three years of a person's life is spent on the toilet.

The first toilet stall in a public washroom is the least likely to be used. It is also the cleanest.

Most toilets’ flush musical note equivalent is an E flat.

According to studies, an average roll of toilet paper lasts about five days in the bathroom.

In a survey conducted in 2000 by Kimberly-Clark, it was found that men prefer to fold their toilet paper, and women like to wad it.

back to the futur 3

And the saga continues...

This is something that I discovered and saw back on the dinner-boat-trip thingy.
We were peacefuly eating when I turned my head outside to see and hear dozens of people dancing and singing on the docks; at first there were only a few as we were passing by, but then the further we went up the river the more there were; it ended up at a peak counting hundreds of people either watching or being watched.
The ones who had all eyes to them were on the edge of the water dancing to the rythm of the night, different groups spread along the waterside having a blast.
They were just there to dance, whether it was classical, hip-hop, jazz, flamenco, or any other style, they were there to dance, no matter how good they swung their companion or how bad they fell, nobody cared, they were there to dance...

Their way is as a certain Satchel Paige once said: work as if you needn't any money, love as if you had never suffered, dance as if nobody were looking.

now who ever said you were useless?

The average human body contains enough:
iron to make a 3 inch nail,
sulfur to kill all fleas on an average dog,
carbon to make 900 pencils,
potassium to fire a toy cannon,
fat to make 7 bars of soap,
phosphorous to make 2,200 match heads, and
water to fill a ten-gallon tank.

Do lobsters mate for life?

If you think lobsters mate for life, think again; the truth is far more interesting. Strangely, many people believe that they do. In one episode "Friends," when Ross and Rachel finally get together, their friend Phoebe (the sentimental one) swoons and says, "See, he's her lobster." In fact, Rachel should have been offended by this comment. For starters, it meant that Ross was going to dump her after two weeks and then go on to mate with every other woman in the building.

get the party stoped

Now Here's a little something that you people ought to know:
When you inhale the smoke of a cigarette the tar doesn't stay in your lungs, if it did you would be dead already. That tar goes into your blood stream and then is assimilated by your white blood cells; now that's a good thing, but then those white blood cells go deposite that tar in glands that are positioned under you arm-pits and around your inner thighs.
Now for the bad part: that tar doesn't get destroyed by those glands as would any other parasite; it stays in them and piles up each time you inhale that smoke. And at one point those glands are too full to take anything else, that means that they can't process and destroy any other parasites deposited by the white blood cells.
Then all those other unprocessed parasites start their big party and give you cancer, a cancer that can apear in any part of your body that has blood flowing through it, that means anywhere...
Now the only question you should be asking yourself now is:

where it will be for you? ...

Back to the futur 2

the trilogy continues...

The Other day (again I don't know when) I went with the whole basketball group to Montparnass. & we all ate at the Flam's (where they serve flammenkuche... deuh!).
It's nice to see people from work outside of work, they become completely different people (especially with 3 grams of alcohol in each arm).
The area is very nice, lots of people, lots of activity, lots of fun & laughter in the air.
It's amazing how Paris never sleeps: at whatever time of the day or of the week you take the metro or the bus there are always a whole bunch of people wide awake ready to party; the only problem would be that none of them are open minded enough to let you party with them.
Anyway, good day to all, & good night to some... (my nights never stop..) ;-)

Back to the futur...

ok so since I only started this blog (...Web log.. for the cavepeople) a few days ago. I missed out on telling you curious people what I've been up to. It won't be much, but there are still a few nice things that I did..

One thing I did was go on a boat down the Seine with my team & had dinner there, but it's not just a dinner on a boat, because the boat actually moves (wow!!)!
It's the kind of thing that you would never do as a resident here, it's more of a touristy kitchy kinda thing to do, but one should always try the food before serving it (just in case it's poisoned).
It's sooo nice to see Paris from below, from under the bridges (no I'm not homeless), from the surface of the sparkling water.
The food is nice and so is the music; it lasts for 2 hours & timing is perfect; & it doesn't have to be romantic (we were almost all talking about work... how boring can one get).

Paris is wonderful, please come visit!


Someone once said: aspire & live up to your dreams, if not what are dreams for?
(...actually I said that :-) ...)

Ice Kube

I discovered this really cool place here: it's called the Ice Kube. Some people might already know about such a place in Stockholm, London and Milan.

If not well this is what it is: it's called an ice bar, a bar made of ice (deuhh!) where the room temperature is -5ºC, you pay 38 euros to get in & when you're in they lend you a jacket (believe me, you'll need it) & serve you a French vodka called Grey Goose.

If ever in the area, DO check it out. Only down side: you're in only for 30mn (enough time though to get drunk out of your mind).

1-5, passage Ruelle
75018 Paris

It's like having sex for the first time...

... it's over before you even know it.

Time flies, so enjoy each second. People run, so enjoy each step. Rains falls, so enjoy each drop.

What I've just said might not mean much, but what I'm saying is... enjoy.

This blog is dedicated to the people who take life too seriously, who grow up to fast & are too afraid to say that they still suck their thumb.
You're gonna get old some day anyway, so why rush things? what are you all runing from?

Read-on & discover not the 7 wonders of the world, but the wonderful world itself...