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Yay! I passed the RH401 exam yesterday (Red Hat Enterprise Deployment, Virtualization and Systems Management). That’s the first step towards a future RHCA.

Today marks my 1st year at Red Hat! I’m so glad and happy of being here that I have no words to express it. Got a lot of congratulations from co-workers, which makes me even more happy.

I hope I have many more years here, because working for this company is awesome!

I heard and read some chats and interviews with the new Red Hat CIO, but this one phrase called my attention:

“I looked at doing further corporate turnaround work. But I’ve found that I have to have a mission to fuel my work. I can’t just work for a paycheck. Just turning around a random company had no interest for me.”

Excerpt from CNet News.com.

I forgot to write about this fun story.

Last week, when I was connecting flights in Atlanta to come back to Sao Paulo, there was a guy, American by the looks, that was checking in to get the same flight. The girl in the Delta desk look at his passport and shoot the fatal question: “do you have a visa, sir?” The guy look astonished, and replied “do I need a visa?” “Yes sir, all Americans are required to have a visa to travel to Brazil.”

Reaction: “what? I need a visa? why nobody told me that before? why do I get to know it right before boarding?“. The girl returned his passport and said “sorry sir, it’s not our job to advise about visa issues“. He took his cell phone, dialed and started yelling: “dam, why didn’t you tell me I need a visa?“.

Awesome!

BTW, more information here.

Kiat Huang is leaving. One of the good things that happen when you leave a company, is that a co-worker becomes a friend. I know he will have a bright future, and I would like to be there to watch.

Os caras teimam em dizer que são os melhores em tudo, e fazem qualquer coisa pra levar a mensagem. Agora a Nike inventou uma campanha chamada “The greatest team you’ve never heard of” (veja também “The WNT bus“), onde basicamente eles tentam levar ao público a idéia de que o time de futebol feminino dos EUA é o melhor de todos os tempos. Vá lá, eu posso não entender nada de futebol, mas isso é ridículo.

Pelo menos eles conseguem produzir alguns comerciais interessantes.

Ps.: Vou até fingir que não quero dizer que eles também exploram a beleza das jogadoras.

I’m watching Brazil x Australia, women’s soccer, on ESPN here in the US. The narration is lame, you can clearly see that he knows very little about soccer, and needs an ex-player (woman) to help him out.

But the worst part is the goal narration. In Brazil when someone scores the narrator demonstrates a part of the feeling of being there, and yells a very strong and long “goooooooooal” when playing a party jingle. Here, nothing, just silence. “There she comes, she kicks, and scores”, then he shuts up and you hear people screaming like crazy on the stadium, but he keeps shut while the players celebrate. No emotion at all.

I wonder why Americans don’t like soccer… Lame transmission, lame narration… Someone, please, hire a Brazilian for the narration.

Last Friday I’ve been to The Flying Saucer. It’s a very interesting bar in Raleigh, with more than 200 different brands of beer. They also have the “U.F.O Club“. Every time you try a new beer, they’ll mark it down in their system. You can check on your status at the kiosk in the store, or online. Once you drink all of the beers they’ve got on tap, they’ll put your name on a golden plate and stick it on the wall (”The Ring of Honor“).

Se alguém sabe onde vende Mountain Dew no Brasil, me avise. Acho que tomei mais isso (e Guinness) do que água na última semana.

If someone know where I can get Mountain Dew in Brasil, let me know. I think I drink it (and Guinness) more than water during this week.

Me, George and Joe. We were walking through the NC State campus looking for a coffee shop and get something to eat. Obviously, since none of us are from here, we got lost. George saw two ladies, and he walked by them saying “excuse me, m’am, excuse me, m’am excuse me” with a very creepy voice, and she didn’t turn around. When we got really close, she put her hand in her purse and turn around in our direction while immediately George asked “where’s the coffee shop?”. Me and Joe got amazed that she was about to pull out a pepper spray can, and she almost pwned George! Ouch man! Do we look so wasted like that?