terça-feira, 13 de março de 2012
Vida
Amanhã, e amanhã, e ainda outro amanhã arrastam-se nessa passada trivial do dia para a noite, da noite para o dia, até a última sílaba do registro dos tempos. E todos os nossos ontens não fizeram mais que iluminar para os tolos o caminho que leva ao pó da morte. Apaga-te, apaga-te, chama breve! A vida é apenas uma sombra ambulante, um pobre palhaço que por uma hora se espavona e se agita no palco, sem que depois seja ouvido; é uma história contada por idiotas, cheia de fúria e muito barulho, que nada significa.
Macbeth, Ato 5, Cena 5, linhas 22-31
segunda-feira, 24 de outubro de 2011
GTD Getting Things Done com David Allen
Palestra Interessante do David Allen do metodo GTD na Google
sexta-feira, 10 de junho de 2011
sexta-feira, 29 de abril de 2011
Uma Chance de Recomeçar - Thomas Edison
A Chance to Start Over.
It was a cold December night in West Orange, New Jersey. Thomas Edison's
factory was humming with activity. Work was proceeding on a variety of
fronts as the great inventor was trying to turn more of his dreams into
practical realities. Edison's plant, made of concrete and steel, was
deemed "fireproof". As you may have already guessed, it wasn't!
On that frigid night in 1914, the sky was lit up by a sensational blaze
that had burst through the plant roof. Edison's 24-year-old son, Charles,
made a frenzied search for his famous inventor-father. When he finally
found him, he was watching the fire. His white hair was blowing in the
wind. His face was illuminated by the leaping flames. "My heart ached
for him," said Charles. "Here he was, 67 years old, and everything he
had worked for was going up in flames. When he saw me, he shouted,
'Charles! Where's your mother?' When I told him I didn't know, he said,
'Find her! Bring her here! She'll never see anything like this as long
as she lives.'"
Next morning, Mr. Edison looked at the ruins of his factory and said this
of his loss: "There's value in disaster. All our mistakes are burned up.
Thank God, we can start anew."
It was a cold December night in West Orange, New Jersey. Thomas Edison's
factory was humming with activity. Work was proceeding on a variety of
fronts as the great inventor was trying to turn more of his dreams into
practical realities. Edison's plant, made of concrete and steel, was
deemed "fireproof". As you may have already guessed, it wasn't!
On that frigid night in 1914, the sky was lit up by a sensational blaze
that had burst through the plant roof. Edison's 24-year-old son, Charles,
made a frenzied search for his famous inventor-father. When he finally
found him, he was watching the fire. His white hair was blowing in the
wind. His face was illuminated by the leaping flames. "My heart ached
for him," said Charles. "Here he was, 67 years old, and everything he
had worked for was going up in flames. When he saw me, he shouted,
'Charles! Where's your mother?' When I told him I didn't know, he said,
'Find her! Bring her here! She'll never see anything like this as long
as she lives.'"
Next morning, Mr. Edison looked at the ruins of his factory and said this
of his loss: "There's value in disaster. All our mistakes are burned up.
Thank God, we can start anew."
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