About Marco A.G.Pinto
Who I am:
My name is Marco A.G.Pinto. I am Portuguese, 48 years old,
1.69 meters, around 70 kg, and I was born on 27.Jan.1974.
I am among several things a researcher, philosopher,
freethinker, writer, coder, web designer, translator.
(photo taken on 14.May.2019 at
age 45)
I finished
my 12th grade in
1995 with the highest average
in my class, which was 15/20 values, and
entered the same year in a private University in Lisbon. I
finished my 4-year University pre-Bologna
course in “Informática de Gestão”
(Management Computer Science) in September
1999 with an average of 14/20
values. In September 2012, I finished a Military
Masters in “Guerra da
Informação/Competitive Intelligence”
(Information Warfare/Competitive Intelligence) with
an average of 16/20
values.
People in my country often confuse my university in the
1990s, “Moderna”, with “Independente”.
They were both closed by the government, but for different
reasons. “Moderna” was one of
the best private universities in Portugal at the time, and I
don't regret having studied there.
At
the end of my 2nd
year in University I had a nervous
breakdown, because of my family mainly who ruined my
entire life from the beginning, ending my dream — being the
best of the best. I was carried to hospital by an ambulance
and from that day on my life changed completely. Because of
the psychiatric treatments, I spent most of my time sleeping
and got a lot fatter and my marks went nose down, and I lost
interest in almost everything. Currently, the relationship
with my family is stable, being glad to have one.
In the 1990s, I did a lot of crap. Because I wanted to be
the best of the best in my studies, I was a bad colleague
and friend, hiding information from the other students.
Decades have gone by, but there are still individuals who
don't speak with me.
If I hadn't the breakdown, I would probably be the best
student in my course, I ruined it all. I was so crazy that I
thought about making the last two years in one, one year in
the morning and one year at night. Of course, the university
would have to approve. I even had two 20s before the
breakdown, one in an exam and the other in a group essay.
In January 2001, after around one year unemployed, I got a
part-time job at a supermarket as a cashier. The job isn't
at the level of my education, but at least I have spare
time for my hobbies. At work, I have to deal with all kind
of people, from educated to savage beasts. And I see many
bad things. I even see rich people who have very expensive
cars that can spend €50 in shrimp and come up with a
discount coupon of 10 cents for a very cheap product.
There are also those who pretend to be friends and change
the barcodes in products to steal the supermarket. I also
see grocers attempting to buy all products (leading
to stock rupture), when there are discounts, to
sell the products at their stores at a much higher price.
At the end of August 2001, I was accepted for a Masters in
“Gestão de Sistemas de Informação”
(Management of Information Systems) in
ISCTE. In 2002, I had to suspend my studies because I only
had time to study and work and couldn't enjoy life nor
work on things I had planned a long-time ago. Also, my
part-time job was affecting my studies, as it consumed too
much time (extra-hours) and caused a lot
of psychological stress. I got into a big
depression and got a medical leave.
I decided to stop my studies for at least one year and
invest the loan I got from the bank to pay my Masters in
more profitable things, such as
opening my own company. I could invest all the money in
University and end my course bankrupted, or I could invest
it in a business and end rich and get rid of stupid jobs
and start working for myself. I did start a company but,
due to lack of money, I had to dissolve it in the Winter
of 2003. What was sad was that I invested lots of cash and
lost it all, but it was one more experience to add to my
life.
In December 2005, I paid the entire Masters loan (what
was left of it) to join more money every month.
There was still a reasonable amount to pay, but I decided
it was better that way.
One day at work in 2007 there were discounts if paying
with the supermarket card starting at 7pm. A family went
to my checkout and asked: “Is it
already 7pm?” and when I replied “yes”,
the old man got angry and shouted: “Then
hurry because we want to catch the bus”. In such
a day, all customers would stop in front of the checkouts
looking at their watches, waiting for the discount time.
This really annoys me. I am also tired of customers
wanting everything for free.
In April 2008, I got into a new stage of my life. I
finally realised that having a regular life in
this planet was silly and useless, leading nowhere.
In a regular full-time job I would probably work 12 hours
a day and earn around €700 and a house rent costs around
€500, plus €100+ for food and €50+ for transportation.
This means it is useless to work in full-time. My only
escape would be to win the National Lotto or the
EuroMillions and retire. Only this way, my life would have
a reverse. The hard facts of life is that my father was
Director in a bank before he retired, and he is poor,
which means that working hard is useless. If dad was a
Director and is poor, how can I in a regular job become
rich? I guess “work is a necessary
evil”.
On 8.May.2008, I started
taking Centrum vitamins to attempt to get back into shape.
Hopefully, within a month or two, I would start feeling
and looking better.
(Marco depressed on 8.May.2008)
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At the end of May 2008, I got a medical leave. I was
feeling exhausted, and my nervous system was all
affected. I was working too much at the supermarket
doing lots of extra-hours, most of the time without even
going to the toilet nor have a small break. I have done
7 hours without going to the toilet. I couldn't take it
any longer, and strange thoughts were crossing my mind.
I asked my superiors for one or two extra days off so
that I could rest, but they replied with a “no”.
I even attempted to buy the days off and the answer was:
“They are not for sale”. I
was always doing my best at work, but no one ever valued
my hard work. If I asked for extra days off is because I
was really in need. I couldn't take it any more, and the
only solution was to increase my medication and a
medical leave. The only reason I didn't take my
life was because it is risky to replace the known with
the unknown.
In July 2008, I got a new insight. A couple at work told
me about a Masters in a military institution. At first,
I didn't seem interested, but I looked for more
information about it and started feeling thrilled. I
decided that in 2009 (planned one year ahead)
I would apply for the Masters. This would allow me one
year to prepare myself and, if I was accepted and had
good marks, maybe the government would invite me for a
job. This could change my life for the better if
everything went out well.
In July 2009, one year later, I applied for the Military
Masters and, after a lot of anxiety, I was accepted in
August. Classes began in October. Finally, I had the
chance of doing something to improve my life. I found a
third family. Maybe two years from then I would be at a
higher position in the HQ of the supermarket or in
another job more related to my academic background. The
name of the course is “Guerra da
Informação/Competitive Intelligence” (Information
Warfare/Competitive Intelligence).
This military course, also open to civilians, isn't
about guns nor killing people. It is more like staying
in front of a computer, which I already do at home,
applying the military concepts to enterprise information
management and decision-making.
On
9.Nov.2009, a supermarket
customer, André, told me: “Study a
lot to know little. If you study little, you won't know
anything”.
Marco studying on
25.Nov.2009
The same friend,
André, told me at the supermarket on 28.Dec.2009: “Even a stopped clock gives
the right time twice a day”.
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At classes, I
learned an important military information which I am
sharing here, the “Level of
Threats” aka “Threat
Spectrum”:
Paulo Viegas Nunes taught at
the Military Academy in 2010: “States
need to win always, while terrorists need to win only
once”.
In February 2011, I made a
Lotto society with dad to attempt to win the National
Lotto. I called it “The Pintos'
society”. This way, it was cheaper to gamble.
In March 2011, after 10 years working at the
supermarket, more and more I realised how bad people
really are. At work, I had to deal with lots of crap and
met some of the most disgusting and rude people ever. I have seen people trying to take advantage
of others, pretending they didn't know things or that
they wanted to help. There are people who will never be
able to use cards correctly, always making manual
payments which take a lot of time and make the people in
line angry at the cashier and not at the real
responsible for the situation. I am also
tired of old people always in a rush to catch the bus,
but who can spend 10 minutes looking at the receipt to
check if they were “cheated”.
In
March 2011, the Santa Casa changed the way of working of
the National Lotto, making my Lotto software useless and
a lot harder to win the first prize. But, in April, I
improved my Lotto software to make it work with the new
National Lotto. Although I didn't have enough draws for
statistics and the price of the bets had risen, I
decided to give it a try. To win the first prize is hard
because of the “lucky number”
but the second prize was tasty as well.
At the end of October 2012, I caught some cold and got a
sore throat followed by a respiratory infection. I
couldn't breathe and went to hospital on
30.Oct.2012 and got a medical leave for two
weeks. The night before going to hospital, I only slept
two or three hours because, every time I lay down in
bed, it would become harder to breathe. At the hospital
they did several exams, including blood test and x-rays
and a strange machine with a device connected to my
finger which was giving many strange values up and down.
(photos dated
from 30.Oct.2012) |
In the Christmas of 2012, Professor Carvalho Rodrigues
offered me two gifts: a t-shirt and a book. The
t-shirt had written “Cyberwarrior”
and had underneath the Information Metric:
(photo
dated from
25.Dec.2012) |
On 1.Sep.2013, I officially
changed my timetable at work, from 25/hours week to
16/hours week, just working on the weekends. I
thought this would be a good way of getting some
extra time for studying and for my hobbies. The
difference in income isn't that much, since on
Sundays the supermarket pays double and, in my
previous timetable, I was off on Sundays. Now I
would only “suffer” two
days and have five free days for everything else.
On 1.Oct.2013, I got a
second job at Corporate Education (IPAM/IADE)
as a Moodle Manager. I was invited by Administrator
FC, who said I would only have to go to the
university physically once or twice a week, and the
rest was telework. I already had some experience in
Moodle as a student in my Masters, and now I would
only have to see things from the inside part. I adapted myself very quickly to
this task and spent several hours a day inserting
courses/teachers/students and giving them credential
and associating them to the courses. Then, the tasks
started increasing and increasing, and the income low,
being an abuse from the university.
On 14.Jan.2014, I
received the results from the PhD scholarship I had
applied for in 2013 from FCT (Fundação para a
Ciência e Tecnologia) and the e-mail said
that my project wasn't considered a priority. I
received the news days later that 92% of the
candidates didn't get a scholarship due to budget
restrictions. I guess I would apply again for 2015.
The good thing about this is that I would have an
extra year to develop my project and thesis.
At the end of April 2014, I contacted Instituto
Superior Técnico university asking for
Information about how to do a research PhD without
going to classes and just defend my thesis. I was told
that I could pay two years of tuitions and propose
myself to exam. After some days meditating about it, I
decided that I wouldn't apply again for a scholarship
because it was almost impossible to get it. What I
would do is, after having my thesis and project ready,
I would get a bank loan and pay to propose myself to
exam.
On 30.Nov.2015, I stopped
working for the university as an international group
bought the universities and, in the new university of
the group (Europeia), there was
already someone taking care of the e-Learning platform
which was no longer Moodle but Blackboard. The two
years that I worked for the university were good for
my CV.
On 26.Mar.2017, I had an
accident at work after slipping in a cloth hanger and
trying to hang to the POS, falling all twisted. As a
result, I dislocated my left shoulder and was on a
medical leave for around three months. The doctor
wanted to make surgery to the shoulder, but I asked
for a second opinion, who said it was unnecessary.
This injury represented the end of my dream of one day
returning to karate, and I must do physiotherapy for
the rest of my life.
The doctor ended my leave on 17.Jul.2017,
even though the physiotherapist reports said I had
limitations and that it would require more treatment.
Now I would pay the sessions myself. On that date I
got a temporary incapacity of 15% and, a few days
later, the main doctor gave me “cured
with devalorisation”.
It took a year to be called by Work Court. The
insurance company gave me a permanent incapacity of 2%
and the court expert 3%. Without reaching an
agreement, I went to Medical Court on 1.Jun.2018.
They examined the area and noticed the muscles were
solid (because for a year that I had been
doing physiotherapy at home) and kept the
2%. I lost this battle.
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(photo dated from
5.Apr.2017) |
Magnetic resonance — 20.Apr.2017
(click on
image to enlarge) |
In the Christmas of 2017, I went
on strike for the first time. For someone who
works in a supermarket, even if in part-time,
this is the worst time of the year. So much
falsehood and unpleasant things that nullify
the spirit of the season.
In 2018, I started to
think a lot about my life and future. I had
already reached the conclusion that life led
nowhere, and that the only solution was to
win the EuroMillions. But, I was desperate
enough to pray to God, Satan, the aliens,
the Universal Cosmic Force, to win it, all
without results. So, what else could I do? I
stopped praying as no one could hear me.
Around May 2018, I was meditating and had a
brilliant idea: applying the Information
Theory to the EuroMillions. The idea sounded
excellent, and it would be my new project:
develop an app that, based on statistical
data, would apply the Information Theory to
gambling. On
15.Jun.2018, I told this to
Professor FCR who said it was an excellent
idea since the fathers of the Information
Theory started it in gambling. Also, the
Professor once told me to use the
Information Theory in the everyday living.
On 10.Oct.2019,
Professor FCR told me that a PhD thesis
requires a special writing style and that
I would take 1,5 years to revise the full
text. I tried to find books to aid me in
that matter and ordered from Amazon:
“How
to Survive your Doctorate” — 6.Dec.2019
In
January 2020, I had an accident at home and
broke the radio bone of the right arm. I went to
the urgencies and the doctor said there was no
need for an x-ray since it was just the muscles
inflamed.
I spent weeks working at the supermarket full of
pain, then I asked a doctor to do a magnetic
resonance, and it was broken.
The orthopaedist wanted surgery, but I refused,
and I was put in medical leave. The Medical
Committee soon requested my presence for
evaluation, but COVID hit the world suspending
everything; thus I was on medical leave around 6
months until COVID calmed down.
The medical leave was renewed until the Medical
Committee came into force and said I was
excellent, cancelling the leave.
On 16.Feb.2022, after 25+ years of treatment,
believing that all my problems were related to
the nervous breakdown, I have been diagnosed
with the illness of Professor John Forbes Nash
(Nash Equilibrium), but in a lower scale because I take
my medicines: paranoid schizophrenia. Watch the
film “A
beautiful mind” to learn
about Nash's history and his fight against this
illness.
Knowing my illness was only possible because the
family doctor asked for a report from the
psychiatrist, and thus he was forced to reveal
the name of the illness.
Only after knowing my illness, I finally
understood many things that happened in the
past. Then, on IRC, I got a huge support from
António who had retired with the same illness
and who told me what I should do to retire too.
Most people said that António was just a junkie,
but most people don't know how it is like to be
in the bottom of the well, trying to escape from
this world, dragging itself day after day with
no hope, in a meaningless life, without anyone
caring. That is why I feel great compassion with
other people because I have been through this
experience.
My
interests are:
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LAST UPDATE: 26.AUG.2022
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