around 2019 i cycled to my job's new headquarters (a rented place on the parking lot of a supermarket). i was blocked out of the platform, mysteriously. it was the second day and the people from the Whatsapp couldn't solve the issue. my ban reason was marked as unlisted. on the end of a 2.5 years journey i was quite tired. i worked 6 days a week, once i made a streak of 41 consecutive days. i was though and sober. didn't even drank coffee. had to cycle around 10 kilometers to get into the center of the city from my parent's house. so in total i was around 35 - 70 kilometers each day, climbing from 700 up to 3000 meters. the city has mild hills and i couldn't escape them when i returned home. was making around 700 - 1350 brl. could keep the entire money for me. it was reasonable for a dreamer. allowed me to take break days and cycle into nearby mountains, hike them, sometimes do dumb free climbs which i'll never try again, eat fruits and lentils and return cycling on the same day or in the next. to be fair i didn't made this much as i decided to buy a rope and a harness at the very end of my working period (2.3 years working out of the 2.5 years employed) so i could climb like a freak but i had done small crazy challenges like cycling in the rain to a mountain past midnight, bivouac on a rock crevasse, watch the sunset and return. the last strip of the highway when returning from these adventures always made me feel miserable. sometimes empowered. i arrived the place and there was a meeting about to happen with newcomers. basic lecture on good practices on being a courier. i left some rude clients speechless after their dismissal for delivering stuff with sauces all over the package and the accidents that happened on the way. the company usually gave them a new meal when that happened. usually not my fault but from the restaurant which didn't considered a bumpy ride on 2 wheels. they had to return the deliver to me and the company always allowed me to eat it. since i can't eat gluten and i'm vegan, i always knocked the client's door once again, explaining the situation and giving them the meal. some apologized for being rude. the guy explained i was blocked from the platform because the meeting they scheduled with me didn't even got an answer. am i faulty for that automated-like message being at the very moment they were revamping the app (and since i knew people from the internals, i already knew about it), which i pre-potently assumed it was about it. how to navigate the new application. a meeting about what are the prognosis for the company that pays workers per day the same amount one of those 4 rich young guys who quick started the company after studying business abroad - pay on their individual lunch or dinner meal?
i apologized, explained why i didn't even answered. the guy told they would acknowledge me for my good behavior (i was a 4.9 stars out of 5 after thousands of deliveries) and promote me to coordinate the deliveries. then i went mad. so for that you block me out of the platform and didn't answered me for 2 days? i gave my blood to solve problems of rude couriers disputes you threw at me. i went away furious. took my bicycle and right after the ramp to the street i started crying. that day i also noticed how fast i could be when cycling with all my forces. i was still crying and overtaking cars on a 40 km/h street. took some good 15 minutes to return to my senses. i had fun. if i was decently payed and had virtually no chance of dying because some reckless driver maybe i would still work on the field. no freedom like being able to ride the city from south to north, west to east and all diagonals with my legs. of breathing like a madmen while listen to Erik Satie's Gymnopédie. or keep the BPM high with endless electronic music sets. in one ear, yet volume's low enough to listen cars coming from far behind. to race expensive Jaguars and BMWs on short streets. to sit on benches next to the homeless and go through medical students literature just because to know stuff is fun while waiting for deliveries. maybe that Asian girl who was studying medicine had an effect on me. can't recall the name of any courier. they stopped so fast. 3 months and only rare specimens kept working. never couldn't get into the motorcycle couriers group. was judged a bourgeoisie, thus ostracized or made joke of when chit chatting. so many poetry and hidden pleasures of not using any body deodorant and taking baths only with a soap-less bath loofah. i washed my hair with shampoo although. friction removes the dirt. soaps screw bacteria on your skin. or at least that was what i was taught back on my volunteer days. i didn't had any harsh sunburn during that time. no sunscreen too - anyway, the hidden vegan pleasure of getting into uber expensive restaurants smelling like a rat to buy my client's meal with my company's credit card. i sat anywhere waiting and dragged a book. some crazy topic like glass on laboratory contexts, adventures, literature or nutrition. i guess it's impossible to receive the minimum salary after Ycombinator investment of 30 million usd on Rappi, a company with very anti-competitive practices that screwed all the few local delivery business services. who can compete against months straight of free deliveries and absurd discounts on orders? Uber now also plays the on the field so i guess it can't be good too. my last months i was making around 300 - 600 brl working the same amount and i was much more stronger since i started. embrace, extend and extinguish
so around 2019 i took a dose of mushrooms. dark room. ears muffled. i could only hear my heartbeat. the body load came much sooner than the expected. in 15 minutes each heart pulse pulled my body into the above abyss. after a while i tried to sit on my bed. everything was so wobble. i kept falling and after a while i managed to. i had a glimpse of a very old memory. was looking at light reflections of the bar on my parents house. very visual but bare bones. i soon started to mush inwards and all i could experience was a whitish orb of light. hours later i returned from my meditation and the very first thought i could think was: my game shouldn't have violence. it was shocking. i took the mushrooms with the intention of reflecting what i wanted to create. a 2D or a 3D game? i had to take at least 3 grams to figure out that. i went working on an office on a distant place months later. saw soybeans and corn everyday. i had access to so much poison to kill myself and commit an ecological crime. people were nice but they made BBQ every week. i could only run to my own house, which was suggesting alcoholism. what i would do on that end of the world. couldn't even wonder at the forests because of jaguars and snakes. i returned to my parents after realizing that moving papers to the computer and playing spreadsheets wasn't easy to then arrive at home and study video-game development at the end of the day. i was considering buying a wheel and get distracted in rally simulation. if i had 3 lives, i would waste one trying to be a pro on rally. maybe on the virtual world exclusively if e-sports of this kind had a decent pay. i could use a motorcycle there but after killing a butterfly on my chest after speeding on those endless dirt strips cutting the middle of farms and forests, i realized it wasn't for me. once i almost flipped a vehicle going into a curve around 80 km/h. i still doubt but my passenger said i would. i could still throw it at the corn field. we'll never know
i'm loosening my ideals after pushing the edge of not creating violent content. if i can't create i shouldn't consume, right? and after years and much battles of resisting the urge. i'm opening space to climb on the shoulders of giants. was watching a Crash Bandicoot game-play as a study of level-design and after many notes and screenshots, months later i decided to play it and soon i realized the in-air mechanic feel and not just the animation and perceived control. it edges the impossible to get the feeling of relevant (on the genre) pieces without playing. like watching a movie only listening. i'm loosening my ideals and i'll play platform games and racing video-games because i also hope to design a good driving experience despite qob's first release putting it as a 3D platform. i'm also studying the history of pinball games design by playing it (happy if you decide to join it! hit me up on my ABOUT contact. i can teach you install VPX (works on Linux, OSX and Windows and it's open-source) and download free tables) and i can't avoid a violent themed table here and there, despite ~ 1935 stuff being most about pins and simple colors. soon i'll reach our specimen adoration for the massacre. after all our history is written in blood for the majority of the time. who knows if the thousands years animal holocaust will ever stop. i hope for scientist discovering a serum free laboratory meat alternative and that the livestock lobby doesn't screw it. maybe we won't be able to call it meat. maybe oats will have the same investments than milk. maybe the market lies on the development of fungi and plantae laboratory protein. i gotta stand on the shoulders of giants, i really wish i can make a living with a video-game development company. and there's too much cool stuff on Mario Bros., Crash and whatever sick character that insist jumping on turtle shells or any other demoniac animal for fun. call me a hypocrite but maybe don't stop visiting this blog
i apologized, explained why i didn't even answered. the guy told they would acknowledge me for my good behavior (i was a 4.9 stars out of 5 after thousands of deliveries) and promote me to coordinate the deliveries. then i went mad. so for that you block me out of the platform and didn't answered me for 2 days? i gave my blood to solve problems of rude couriers disputes you threw at me. i went away furious. took my bicycle and right after the ramp to the street i started crying. that day i also noticed how fast i could be when cycling with all my forces. i was still crying and overtaking cars on a 40 km/h street. took some good 15 minutes to return to my senses. i had fun. if i was decently payed and had virtually no chance of dying because some reckless driver maybe i would still work on the field. no freedom like being able to ride the city from south to north, west to east and all diagonals with my legs. of breathing like a madmen while listen to Erik Satie's Gymnopédie. or keep the BPM high with endless electronic music sets. in one ear, yet volume's low enough to listen cars coming from far behind. to race expensive Jaguars and BMWs on short streets. to sit on benches next to the homeless and go through medical students literature just because to know stuff is fun while waiting for deliveries. maybe that Asian girl who was studying medicine had an effect on me. can't recall the name of any courier. they stopped so fast. 3 months and only rare specimens kept working. never couldn't get into the motorcycle couriers group. was judged a bourgeoisie, thus ostracized or made joke of when chit chatting. so many poetry and hidden pleasures of not using any body deodorant and taking baths only with a soap-less bath loofah. i washed my hair with shampoo although. friction removes the dirt. soaps screw bacteria on your skin. or at least that was what i was taught back on my volunteer days. i didn't had any harsh sunburn during that time. no sunscreen too - anyway, the hidden vegan pleasure of getting into uber expensive restaurants smelling like a rat to buy my client's meal with my company's credit card. i sat anywhere waiting and dragged a book. some crazy topic like glass on laboratory contexts, adventures, literature or nutrition. i guess it's impossible to receive the minimum salary after Ycombinator investment of 30 million usd on Rappi, a company with very anti-competitive practices that screwed all the few local delivery business services. who can compete against months straight of free deliveries and absurd discounts on orders? Uber now also plays the on the field so i guess it can't be good too. my last months i was making around 300 - 600 brl working the same amount and i was much more stronger since i started. embrace, extend and extinguish
so around 2019 i took a dose of mushrooms. dark room. ears muffled. i could only hear my heartbeat. the body load came much sooner than the expected. in 15 minutes each heart pulse pulled my body into the above abyss. after a while i tried to sit on my bed. everything was so wobble. i kept falling and after a while i managed to. i had a glimpse of a very old memory. was looking at light reflections of the bar on my parents house. very visual but bare bones. i soon started to mush inwards and all i could experience was a whitish orb of light. hours later i returned from my meditation and the very first thought i could think was: my game shouldn't have violence. it was shocking. i took the mushrooms with the intention of reflecting what i wanted to create. a 2D or a 3D game? i had to take at least 3 grams to figure out that. i went working on an office on a distant place months later. saw soybeans and corn everyday. i had access to so much poison to kill myself and commit an ecological crime. people were nice but they made BBQ every week. i could only run to my own house, which was suggesting alcoholism. what i would do on that end of the world. couldn't even wonder at the forests because of jaguars and snakes. i returned to my parents after realizing that moving papers to the computer and playing spreadsheets wasn't easy to then arrive at home and study video-game development at the end of the day. i was considering buying a wheel and get distracted in rally simulation. if i had 3 lives, i would waste one trying to be a pro on rally. maybe on the virtual world exclusively if e-sports of this kind had a decent pay. i could use a motorcycle there but after killing a butterfly on my chest after speeding on those endless dirt strips cutting the middle of farms and forests, i realized it wasn't for me. once i almost flipped a vehicle going into a curve around 80 km/h. i still doubt but my passenger said i would. i could still throw it at the corn field. we'll never know
i'm loosening my ideals after pushing the edge of not creating violent content. if i can't create i shouldn't consume, right? and after years and much battles of resisting the urge. i'm opening space to climb on the shoulders of giants. was watching a Crash Bandicoot game-play as a study of level-design and after many notes and screenshots, months later i decided to play it and soon i realized the in-air mechanic feel and not just the animation and perceived control. it edges the impossible to get the feeling of relevant (on the genre) pieces without playing. like watching a movie only listening. i'm loosening my ideals and i'll play platform games and racing video-games because i also hope to design a good driving experience despite qob's first release putting it as a 3D platform. i'm also studying the history of pinball games design by playing it (happy if you decide to join it! hit me up on my ABOUT contact. i can teach you install VPX (works on Linux, OSX and Windows and it's open-source) and download free tables) and i can't avoid a violent themed table here and there, despite ~ 1935 stuff being most about pins and simple colors. soon i'll reach our specimen adoration for the massacre. after all our history is written in blood for the majority of the time. who knows if the thousands years animal holocaust will ever stop. i hope for scientist discovering a serum free laboratory meat alternative and that the livestock lobby doesn't screw it. maybe we won't be able to call it meat. maybe oats will have the same investments than milk. maybe the market lies on the development of fungi and plantae laboratory protein. i gotta stand on the shoulders of giants, i really wish i can make a living with a video-game development company. and there's too much cool stuff on Mario Bros., Crash and whatever sick character that insist jumping on turtle shells or any other demoniac animal for fun. call me a hypocrite but maybe don't stop visiting this blog