Yes. It is weird. And I intend to rectify it before August is gone.
10 years after introducing 43 Things to the world, we have decided we have met our last goal: completing the incredible experience that has been 43 Things. Please join us in giving one last cheer to all the folks who have shared their goals with the world, as well as all the people who have worked at The Robot Co-op to build this incredible website. We won a Webby Award, published a book, and brought happiness to a lot of people.
Starting today, 43 Things users can export their goals and entries from the site. Starting August 15, we will make the site “read only”. 43 Things users will still be able to view the site and export their content, but we won’t be taking any new content from users. We hope to leave the site up for folks to see and download their content until the end of the year. Ending on New Year’s Eve takes us full circle.
It has been a long ride (one of our original goals was to "build a company that lasts at least 2 years” - we beat that one!) While we wish the site could live on, it has suffered from a number of challenges - changes in how people use the site, the advertising industry, and how search engines view the site. We wish the outcome was different – but we’ve always been realistic about when our goals are met and when they aren't.
As of today, you will be able to download your goals and entries. See more about that on the FAQ page. Thanks for 10 great years of goal-setting and achieving.
- The Robots.
Yes. It is weird. And I intend to rectify it before August is gone.
That’s it, done. three people, myself and two freaks like me. Drums, cornet and tenor sax. And that’s it. Rehearsing for about a month, now, we’re still figuring what kinda songs do click and people at the studio is already asking the name of the band, and if we don’t need a bass player. Or a pianist. Or a guitarrist.
Oh, no, thanks. Go and listen to Interstellar Space. Then you start to figure what we’re givin’ a try here.
World, I introduce you to the No-musicians Jazz Band. An free-avant-garde-experimental-jazz ensemble of three friends that decided wednesdays nights are worth some missed bars. And unheard-of chord progressions.
I will never lose those 10 extra pounds. Even when I practiced kung-fu and my belly was Bruce-Lee-like I wasn’t 10 pounds thinner. I was a helluva thinner than now, but muscles count in when you climb the scales.
So, let it go for 8 pounds. I’d be satisfied.
That’s not what all my learning italian is all about. But it’s close.
University of Bologna is the oldest university in europe. I guess. That or very close to that (like, the second at worst).
Can you imagine the library at that place? Can you imagine having a doctorate issued there?
I spent 4 days in Barcelona. I need to live there. I even took notes on places to rent and considered learning catalá.
Man, it’s a beautiful, cool city.
Knowing various expressions
- but knowing then in “parole”, only - makes me feel downright dumb. It’s strange when you can “get” the language and yet doesn’t know it really well. All the subtleties, that’s what I’m after.
Gotta know the “langue”. Gotta know if the title is spelled right.
Ain’t no other way. Gotta start working for myself. Else I’m gonna start acting like crazy and people either will lock me in or make me VP.
I have all these ideias about recipes, presentation, decoration. My girlfriend also have ideas. Most of them better than mine.
And I have a perfect sous-chef and an ideal manager. All I lack is money.
When I finally learned english enough to laugh at jokes in the movies (jokes that were lost in subtitling), it downed on me how much I must’ve lost all these years reading russian literature.
I tackled the cyrilic. But I still have to find a decent russian course here in São Paulo.
Well, I cook. I can cook. I’m used to hear people congratulate me for this flavor, that smell, the other texture.
I just gotta take the time. And earn more money. Interested in some japanese/indian/italian/brazilian meals? Drop me a line.
Need a house for two basic reasons. Number one, I’m getting old (and this process is getting faster). Suddenly I’ll have no place of mine to settle. Number two, I still have some travel to do: Bologna, Barcelona, Paris… So I need somewhere to leave my stuff, somewhere I won’t bother anybody.
Besides, I enjoyed my time being a urban gypsie, moving almost every year, sometimes more than once a year. Yes, my years of life/number of places I’ve lived = less than 1.
Kaji shoulda be my name, not Kazi. That was an error.
Anyway, I can’t conceive spending the rest of my life not knowing what the kanji for my own name really means.
That’d be lame…
Thinking about it, why can’t I just buy a software that enables me to tag ‘em (artist, genre, album, set list; that’d do). And leave all of them in the same folder.
OK, anyone who browses my mp3 files will consider killing me as a favor to humanity. Thinking again. Maybe I’ll put them all in some sort of
I’m half japanese, half brazilian indian, half portuguese and half italian. OK, there’s a lot of halves there.
But more than that, Italy fascinates me. The language, the food, the typography. And I also want to study there. In Bologna.
Just have to save the money.
It was about everything and nothing. It started as a fanzine and lasted 40 issues. I haven’t earned any money from it (although it made enough to put the next issue on the streets).
What’s left? Lots of friends, memories and a resumé little thicker.
The characters are fine. The scenes, I’ve pinned them down. The story was never THAT good, but it works, in a way—and I’ve got my gags to make things go.
But every time I write Joca’s lines, Mina’s, whoever, they all sound like they come from… A movie.
First, don’t get alarmed, I won’t write in English. I’ve some amount of self-counsciouseness.
Started already. Wrote 5 chapters. Garbage. So I’ll start again next summer. I hate summer. The suffering may be of help…
I’m finishing the design. It’s very personal and it’s gonna tell me what I mustn’t forget. And what I consistently do.
Sort of the trick on the flic Memento, only I am choosing one for the past ten years.
Maybe it’s just vanity after all.
Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas
OK, I’ve learned the bass guitar and the tenor saxophone. I even took singing and percussion classes. But one can never be content without playing the piano. To actually learn the piano is to learn all the subtleties of modern jazz. Composition, chord progression, improvisation, melodic and harmonic understandig is what every true-to-the-heart musician look up to.
It’s a matter of necessity…
Every now and then I take a picture that’s worth 3Mb on my hard disc. Say, 1% of the pictures I take. Reading Barthes was great, but I need more of the earthly stuff: ISO, ASA, shutter speed and stuff.