Archive for January, 2007

a sonnet to integrate derivatives…

Posted in from the heart... on January 29, 2007 by gilrang

A timeless response:

If these humble and crooked lines present
all thy regards, woes and sorrow,
in them we must feel the scent
of the poets of tomorrow…

To rhyme is all but gift,
to engender words ain’t prize,
words that’re meaningfullessly adrift
without an aim, or unwise…

But, lo, thou shall be
the poet of a new breed,
with numbers as thy seed.

The swaps, thou shall see,
will be thy perfect rhymes,
for Wall St., a million times…

ten happy bloggers…

Posted in from the heart..., poetry on January 17, 2007 by gilrang

The last one, I promise:

Binary nursery rhymes for bloggers….

1010 (ten) happy bloggers just blogging fine,
one got a bug, then they were 1001 (nine)…

1001 (nine) happy bloggers typing till late,
one got asleep, then they were 0100 (eight)….

0100 (eight) happy bloggers drifting thru up eleven
one lost his hard disk, then they were 0111 (seven)…

0111 (seven) happy bloggers exchanging some tricks,
one got caught, then they were 0110 (six)…

0110 (six) happy bloggers in blogsphere to survive,
one went to work, then they were 0101 (five)…

0101 (five) happy bloggers, like never before,
one missed the link, then they were 0100 (four)…

0100 (four) happy bloggers, as happy as could be,
one got sad, then they were 0011 (three)….

0011 (three) happy bloggers posting anew,
one saved none, then they were 0010 (two)…

0010 (two) happy bloggers, their posts undone,
one had no comment, then they were 0001 (one)…

0001 (one) happy blogger just typing alone,
the power went off, then they were 0000 (none)…

…..

gilrang’s Mother Goose for Bloggers and Hackers..

this little pig….

Posted in from the heart... on January 15, 2007 by gilrang

This little pig went to market….

This little pig stayed at home…..

This little pig had roast beef….

This little pig had none…..

And this little pig cried

(wee-wee-wee) (a collaboration of patricia m.)

all the way home….

rumo à segunda bóia…

Posted in from the heart... on January 12, 2007 by gilrang

Logo após passar a primeira bóia, pegamos vento de proa, o que tem retardado sobremaneira o prosseguimento da embarcação. Mesmo Mme. AlKimistas do Brasil deixou de acreditar que chegaremos ao fim da regata.

Em meio à balbúrdia, SoniaSSRJ avistou um vento de popa que pode dar algum ímpeto à jornada. Alguns tripulantes, mesmo aqueles menos aguerridos a essa regata específica, já acreditam que o vento de popa dará nova vida ao barco, mas que se terá que esperar até a próxima regata.

O barco singra as águas (que ainda estão para almirante…). Algum homem ao mar?

contornando a primeira bóia….

Posted in from the heart... on January 11, 2007 by gilrang

O Alchemy contornando a primeira bóia.

Como vemos acima, contornamos a primeira bóia… Ainda não estamos à frente, mas corremos entre os primeiros. Não visível do ponto de tomada da foto, Mme. AlKimistas do Brasil está no comando do barco… À estibordo da proa, vêem-se Sonia SSRJ (com um chapéu branco para não lhe afetar a cútis – ALÔ AURÉLIO!!! VAMOS MUDAR ESSE VERBETE!!!), André Wernner (0 de boné azul) e, a bombordo, este que vos fala (escreve), de costas e de camisa branca. O mar, voces são testemunhas, está para almirante…

velame aberto a barlavento…. orçando a estibordo…

Posted in from the heart... on January 10, 2007 by gilrang

A campanha da Mme. AlKimistas do Brasil está a todo pano… Continuamos blogando no rumo certo… Daqui do convés, desviamos da retranca e alçamos as velas para a primeira perna… Pequenas ondulações no mar e uma brisa suave de través….