As you readers may know, I run a small web hosting business, and part of the work I have to do is to install and configure additional features to the system.
One day, my fellow Fábio asked me for a lighter webmail client, because his customers (Fábio is a reseller of mine) are not skilled enough to make use of bloated softwares. And, of course, there is the matter of the Language: our average customers do not read anything but in Portuguese.
I respect everyone’s freedom. I mean, Freedom, with a capital F.
But sometimes I have to thank God that I was born in Brazil, and I’m not a muslim. I wouldn’t mind being a bomber-man, thus killing myself in my early years, if it was the only exit from such brainwashing.
This is worth the wait for downloading… absolutely stunning. Enjoy it.
This dance is called “Budha with thousand hands”. It is performed by a group of Chinese handicapped girls. They can not hear or talk. They dance by reading the signs given by the 2 teachers standing at each side, they are so famous now that they are being invited by countries around the world . Please turn on your speakers, and enjoy……
But of course I wouldn’t let you just download a 15MB file, in risk of not playing it correctly. Then I uploaded it to YouTube, and the result you can see below.
Note: there was another version of this movie in YouTube, but it was not complete (it had less than six minutes), and someone thought it would be great to make advertisement during all the show. That’s why I decided to upload again the complete file.
Atualização: o problema está resolvido; não cheguei a entrar em contato com o Registro.BR, logo não sei se o problema era mesmo deles, ou se era da DH. O fato é que agora está tudo em ordem.
De fato venho enfrentando este problema também, que “resolvi” com um truque muito sujo, mas não deixei de fazer contato com o suporte da DreamHost para tentar resolver o problema de vez.
I’m still able to remember those far, far away days when I first met a computer. It was a “Craft ][”, a Brazilian Apple IIe clone. While my fellows were enjoying themselves playing Karateka (that was cinematographic, if you consider the Atari 2600 version) I was playing with my first BASIC statements, and worse (for the teachers’ opinion): I was eager to know what was there inside that box.
Fortunately, there was a different teacher among them all. A man that, despite his advantaged brains, was simple enough to never humiliate a student, never make a pupil feel lesser than anyone. His name is Roberto Dienstmann, and I don’t see him for a long while, now. But there’s not a single day in my life that I don’t have to thank him.