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The Road Not Taken (Robert Frost)

I cannot express how much I love this poem. I have read it many years ago. Back in college, it used to be my favorite one. Since I don’t have anything better to share with you folks tonight, here it goes - The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost.

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The Road Not Taken 
(Robert Frost)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day! 
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. He is well known for his realistic writings of rural life and his use of American informal (slang) speech.[1] His poems were often set in rural life in New England in the early twentieth century, and used these settings to look at complex social and philosophical themes. Frost has often been quoted by other people. He was honored often during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry. [From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia]

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Who was Sally Ride?

Sally Kristen Ride (May 26, 1951 – July 23, 2012) was an American physicist and astronaut. Born in Los Angeles, Ride joined NASA in 1978 and became the first American woman in space in 1983. Ride remains the youngest American astronaut to have travelled to space, having done so at the age of 32. After flying twice on the space shuttle Challenger, she left NASA in 1987. She worked for two years at Stanford University's Center for International Security and Arms Control, then at the University of California, San Diego as a professor of physics, primarily researching non-linear optics and Thomson scattering. She served on the committees that investigated the Challenger and Columbia space shuttle disasters, the only person to participate on both.

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Read on… http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sally_Ride

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Aos leitores, com carinho!

Desde que comecei a escrever somente em inglês no blog, muitos leitores deixaram de ler as postagens. Até recebi mensagens de pessoas que diziam que o blog tinha ficado mais difícil de acompanhar porque Bruno só postava coisas em inglês.

Mudamos o público um pouco sim, mas ao mesmo tempo, ampliamos nossos horizontes: leitores de outras nacionalidades também têm acesso ao conteúdo do blog com muita frequência. Hoje, recebemos mais visitas de países como Alemanha, Letônia, Croácia, Rússia, China, África do Sul e por aí vai.

Acredito que ler em inglês fará com que os aprendizes evoluam mais na língua. A web está cheia de “conteúdos milagrosos”, mas tudo descontextualizado. Tem muito blog que publica tudo em português para passar uma expressão em inglês. Não tenho nada contra, mas acho isso de escrever coisas sobre a língua inglesa, mas em português, um verdadeiro incentivo à preguiça de ler.

Portanto, pelos motivos mencionados anteriormente, enfatizo: leiam em inglês. Isso só trará benefícios para vocês!

Sem mais... boa noite!

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[Phrase of the week] What is ‘to shoot the breeze’?

Sometimes you get bored. Sometimes things make you feel bored. Sometimes you need someone to talk to. To just spend some time doing nothing, but talking. In other words, you want to just “hang out and bull shit about random stuff.”

Well, that’s exactly what “to shoot the breeze” means; it has nothing to do with breezes or shooting! It means to talk about unimportant things.

“I met up with that chick again last night, and we just shot the breeze for an hour.”

“We spent the entire afternoon just shooting the breeze. It was good to shoot the breeze with you, Mary.”

“We spent the entire afternoon just shooting the breeze.”

“We sat out on the porch until late, just shooting the breeze.”

“Hank and his pals spend a lot of time drinking beer, shooting the breeze, and thinking about girls.”

“A bunch of us would get together regularly at the Abbotsford Bar in Edinburgh and just shoot the breeze.”

“Michael Gardyne has vowed to give Charlie Mulgrew a hard time today - but can't wait to shoot the breeze with his old pal afterwards.”

“He always addresses my needs in either parts or service and he always has time to shoot the breeze.”

“Cech given permission to shoot the breeze with other clubs, but Mourinho's not sure.”

Did you like this post? Why don’t you share it? What about taking a break and watch this (YouTube) video called Shoot the breeze?

About the video: A song about catching up with friends and taking some time out.

This post has been written by Bruno Coriolano (LinkedIn)

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What's braggie?

How are you guys doing today?

Today I would like to write a short post about this (not so new) word – braggie.

Do you folks remember the meaning of selfie? I am certain that you do!

I think they (selfie and braggie) are quite related to each other, so I do not have to waste my time trying to write a long post in order to explain the meaning of braggie.

SENTENCES:

Sarah just posted the ultimate #holidaybraggie to BRAGGIE.

"Forget selfies - it's all about the 'BRAGGIE': One in three upload photos to social networks just to show off"

According to UrbanDictionary, braggie “is an image posted to social networks designed purely to show off or make friends jealous, and according to new research one in ten users do this regularly.”

See you around!

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“Let TV audiences binge” Do you know what Binge-watching is?

You may probably not heard of BINGE-WATCHING before, but I am certainly that you have – at least once – binge-watched something.

In fact, I am doing it right now. I am watching Breaking Bad for the third time. No, no. it is not the third, but the fourth one. no… what I meant was “I’m watching the fourth season for the third time”. Well, is it? Sorry… it is probably because I have been watching this single television show for longer time spans than usual. I mean, I have watching Breaking Bad in one sitting – in a row. One, two, three… six, seven episodes and I don’t feel like stopping it soon!

So, that’s exactly what it is. BINGE-WATCHING means:

“to watch (multiple videos, episodes of a TV show, etc.) in one sitting or over a short period of time”

According to a survey conducted by Netflix in February 2014, 73% of people define binge-watching as "watching between 2-6 episodes of the same TV show in one sitting." (READ THE SURVEY HERE)

The website Wikipedia states that:

The idea of assembling several consecutive episodes of a television series in order and watching them in rapid succession originated with the marathon, in which the television stations themselves programmed several hours' worth of reruns of a single series. This practice began in the 1980s and is still popular among subscription television outlets in the 2010s.

The usage of the word "binge-watch" can be traced as far back as the late 1990s, when it was used by circles of television fandoms. It has consisted of watching several episodes of a particular show in a row via DVD sets.

Actor Kevin Spacey once said “Give people what they want, when they want it, in the form they want it in, at a reasonable price, and they’ll more likely pay for it rather than steal it. Well, some will still steal it, but I believe this new model can take a bite out of piracy,” (READ IT HERE) 

SOME SENTENCES:

You can binge-watch the entire season with this set.

We binge-watched two seasons of the show in two days.

I felt like hell all day because, I was up till 4:00 binge-watching season 2 of "Dexter".

It is important to state that ‘Binge-watching’ is not the only term to describe new media-consumption habits. That’s right you can also use ‘power-streaming’, ‘marathoning’, or watching a show marathon-style.

My question is Do you guys think the word binge-watch is here to stay?

That’s all for today. I have to watch the next episode… goodbye!

Ellen talked about the newest trend of WATCHING AN ENTIRE SEASON OF A SHOW IN ONE SITTING. Watch it here: 

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Five Fascinating Facts about Samuel Beckett.

The life of Samuel Beckett, told through five pieces of literary and biographical trivia

1.   The ominous date of his birth amused him. Born on Good Friday, 13 April, 1906, Samuel Barclay Beckett enjoyed the irony of being born on a date ripe with religious connotations – not least because, as well as being Good Friday, it was a date ripe with different, superstitious associations: Friday the 13th.

2.   He worked as James Joyce’s amanuensis – until the two writers fell out. A young Beckett spent several years in Paris helping Joyce to write his final novel, Finnegans Wake (Joyce was nearly blind towards the end of his life, and needed help with the actual writing down of the book). Their friendship and working relationship came to an end, however, when Beckett rejected the advances of Joyce’s daughter, Lucia, who was smitten with the young writer.

3.   Samuel Beckett drove a young André the Giant to school. In 1953, Beckett built a farm to the north of Paris, with the help of a farmer named Boris Rousimoff. Rousimoff’s son was unusually large for his age, and Beckett – who owned a big truck – offered to drive the young André (who would later become a famous wrestler) to school every day. The two of them bonded over cricket – reportedly, the only thing they talked about during the school run. Which leads us nicely on to the fourth of our Samuel Beckett facts…

4.   He was a talented cricketer. When asked if he was English Beckett replied, ‘Au contraire'; he was in fact a curious mixture of Irish, English, and French (that is, he was born in Ireland to Irish parents, and wrote in both English and French and later lived in France). He would write many of his novels and plays in French first, and then translate them into English himself. For instance, Waiting for Godot (1953), his most famous play, was originally En attendant Godot (1949). His curious mixture of ‘Englishness’ and Irishness is nicely exemplified by his love of cricket, that most English of sports, though he played for an Irish side. His Wisden profile records that he played two first-class games against Northamptonshire for the University of Dublin in 1925-26. He is the only Nobel Literature laureate to have played first-class cricket (though Conan Doyle, another literary great albeit one who never got the Nobel Prize, was also a pretty good cricketer).

5.   In 1938, he was stabbed on the streets of Paris and nearly died. After he rejected the solicitations of a pimp who went by the name of Prudent, the man attacked Beckett with a knife. The wound was serious – Beckett ended up with a perforated lung – but he later dropped the charges against Prudent, partly because he liked the man’s response when Beckett asked him why he had stabbed him: ‘Je ne sais pas, Monsieur. Je m’excuse’ (i.e. ‘I do not know, sir. I’m sorry’). Beckett found such an answer fascinating and it arguably feeds into the later existential flavour of his work, which probes the seeming purposelessness of existence. Why are we here? What’s the point in living? What is the purpose of anything? This is exemplified in Waiting for Godot, where neither Vladimir nor Estragon appears to know quite why they are waiting for the titular character (who – spoiler alert! – never arrives, leading to the amusing graffiti once daubed on the wall of a theatre toilet: ‘BACK SOON – GODOT’).

Beckett was lucky to survive the knife attack. Thankfully for him, and for the literary world, he did survive and lived for a further 51 years, dying in December 1989, having been awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature 20 years earlier. Had he lived to see his next birthday in 1990, he would have turned 84 on, of all days, Friday the 13th – the ominous date on which he had arrived in the world. This date, 13 April 1990, was also another Good Friday – a fact which would probably have amused him.

If you enjoyed these Samuel Beckett facts, more information is available in this post by Kenneth Hickey, In Search of Samuel Beckett.

http://interestingliterature.com/2015/04/13/five-fascinating-facts-about-samuel-beckett/ 

Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, on June 12, 2005.

This is a prepared text of the Commencement address delivered by Steve Jobs, CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios, on June 12, 2005.

Original text: (Here)

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned Coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and sans serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But 10 years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backward 10 years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backward. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents' garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4,000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down — that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the world's first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure — these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960s, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors and Polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: It was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

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