Monthly Archives: April 2010

Still writing left over work, but have taken note at how such beautiful it is this morning. I am rushing myself to a self-imposed deadline that I will surely break, as I am writing here instead of where I need … Continue reading →

Since childhood, England has been a second home. In fact, I have spent more time in England than I have my native United States . . . I landed at Heathrow this afternoon and started thinking about this. It’s funny, … Continue reading →

Tuesday night headed to Verissimo’s . . . food was good, jazz was better, learning more about the owner of the Bar, even more interesting. 70 years old, playing sax in his own place . . . this guy is … Continue reading →

This is a great part of Sao Paolo. Monday night was out with 2 colleagues, we had a never ending meal and cocktails; the local favourite is the capriana. Now, I made the mistake of not respecting this drink — … Continue reading →

So the weekend in England has been beautiful; Sunday morning has returned us to a more typical English day – overcast and seasonal temperatures. I had a glorious Saturday where I did absolutely no work. The morning was spent outside … Continue reading →

I spend a lot of time thinking about things I would like to make different. The reason is, when you do this, I believe most of the time, you can be quite successful. The nature of challenges is that they … Continue reading →

Cherwell – C2 – Making it Work

My parents raised me to be a routine driven person. My father was a military man and as such was very disciplined. My brother and I woke up very early and went to bed at the same time every day. … Continue reading →

Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing … Continue reading →

One cannot always tell what it is that keeps us shut in, confines us, seems to bury us, but still one feels certain barriers, certain gates, certain walls. Is all this imagination, fantasy? I do not think so. And then … Continue reading →