slowhome.org = juliobiason.net

I just changed my domain name. “slowhome” is no more and now everything should be directed to “JulioBiason.Net”. The reasoning behind this change is that I wanted to have something I could give to people in the business area, like my email (and, let’s be honest, “slow @ slowhome . org” doesn’t sound nice).

For the moment, all traffic from slowhome is being redirected to juliobiason.net and it would be like this till the domain expires (9 months from now).

Confusing Python

>>> simplejson.dump({'tags': ['something new']}, sys.stdin)
Traceback (most recent call last):
File "", line 1, in
File "/usr/lib/python2.5/site-packages/PIL/__init__.py", line 163, in dump

IOError: [Errno 9] Bad file descriptor

TEH WALL

Sounded funny enough to post:

WE DOAN NED NO EDUMACASHUN
WE DOAN NED NO THOT CONTROL
NO DARK SARCASM IN DA CLASROOM
TEACHERS LEAVE THEM KIDZ ALONE
HAY! TEACHERS! LEAVE THEM KIDZ ALONE!
ALL IN ALL IZ JUS ANOTHR BRICK IN DA WALL.
ALL IN ALL URE JUS ANOTHR BRICK IN DA WALL.

WE DOAN NED NO EDUMACASHUN
WE DOAN NED NO THOT CONTROL
NO DARK SARCASM IN DA CLASROOM
TEACHERS LEAVE THEM KIDZ ALONE
HAY! TEACHERS! LEAVE THEM KIDZ ALONE!
ALL IN ALL IZ JUS ANOTHR BRICK IN DA WALL.
ALL IN ALL URE JUS ANOTHR BRICK IN DA WALL.

City2Surf

So, this Sunday I had my first marathon. 14km of hills, up and down. The start is a complete mess: everyone is packed, waiting for the start and, when they open the gates, everyone starts moving, but some just walk. So you are there, full of energy and excitement and you can’t run because there are a lot of people just walking. After the tunnel on Kings Cross, things got a little bit easier (after what I think it was 1km from the start). There were some fun in the race, thought:

  • At the start, there was a guy dressed in red, face painted red, red shoes, hands painted in red… I guess he was calling himself “Running Devil”;
  • At some point, I saw some guys with t-shirts saying “Our drinking group have a city2surf problem”;
  • Near Darling Point Rd, there was a band playing some pretty good music (metal!) in a hoof top. Too bad I couldn’t stop to hear (hey, the guys WERE good!);
  • At the top of the Heartbreak Hill, there was a sign in a church saying “Congratulations! You just beat the Heartbreak Hill”. But there was still some good walk up till the top of the hill;
  • One guy wearing a t-shirt saying, in the back: “You’ve just been passed by a smoker”;
  • One guy wearing a Superman costume;
  • One Borat impersonator (wearing the gayest clothes);

Also, all along the way, there were some people who were helping the runners with whatever they could: using water sprinklers, giving candy, oranges; kids with arms stretched, as if they wanted a “low five”; people simple cheering the runners.

One thing I learn about running is that, when there is water, take two cups: one you drink, the other one you throw at your face. It helps you to “wake up” and get energy to keep running.

This morning my personal trainer send me a message asking if I was sore. The answer? “I’m not too sore, just my neck, back, tights, knees, feet and toes”.

In the end, it took me 2 hours to complete the 14km course. Of course, there will be no “real” medal for me, but this is enough to me:

Magic protein

For about two weeks already, my stomach was acting up: I would eat something and, after a while, it would get upset. Not good. Yesterday, things got worst: because I couldn’t eat properly, I bought some digesting cookies. On the second cookie, my stomach got upset. And the whole day was “I’m feeling a little bit hungry; I’ll eat another cookie” and, with half-eaten cookie, my stomach got upset. The whole day, all I could eat was just six cookies, nothing more.

Training was a hell. I was feeling really low. Simple exercises would take longer to do and I couldn’t lift as much weight as I’m used to. In the end of the session, I asked my personal trainer if she saw any problem if I took a protein shake (hey, you never know; maybe there was something I shouldn’t be taking when you are feeling sick.) Anyway, I got a drink that looked like chocolate milk in a box which should have 30g of protein. I felt a little bit weird after that (my stomach was not upset, but wasn’t fine too). Today, amazingly, I had a proper lunch and I’m feeling much much better.

Go figure.

Realization and Pessimism

One of the things I really should look at now that I’m doing therapy again is my pessimism. It is not the first time that suddenly someone says something which gives me some insight on what’s going on and my pessimism kicks in and say “Oh, exactly what you wanted. Too bad you lost the ‘window of opportunity'”.

Again, I’m feeling like I lost that window of opportunity. And this makes me think more than I should. And worry more than I should.

Honestly, I’m trying to be different. I’m still a pessimist, but I didn’t give up yet.