{a name…?} by Luis Frias

“ISDT personal map tiles 2010” 

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The Porto’s secret code

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the Digital Paramedic

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I <3 Porto, a Platonic SMS novel

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It was a hot summer day in Porto. The sun beat down on the Reitoria. Even the old dudes on the wall were sweating. All we could think about was the ice cold Super Bocks waiting for us at the end of the day.

The Sun was so strong the farmacia notice said 41 C is that possible?  Can the virtual patient be resurrected so that we can practice how to treat sunstroke?

Ricardo Cruz

Regardless of the extreme hot temperatures, the minds of the participants at ISDT remained attentive and responsive. They had to assimilate all the amount of important and significant information that so many interesting people were giving.

For those who went to LCD, what an amazing experience it was… But that was not the only significant experience that night… Ask the Brazilian folks about the special place near the hotel where to eat a truly unique hamburger with absolutely tasty, salty and delicious French fries, and an incredible ice-cream for dessert.

Tiago Videira

The hotel room is fresh and cozy. The seagulls provide an endless symphony in sea minor, their sound coming from the roof tops nearby, brought by the almost inexistent summer breeze.

Through the night I experience melancholy and loneliness by the bar as occasional people pass by indifferent to my presence. 

During daylight the walks to Reitoria equate sipping steak trough a straw: you make a hell of an effort, your face turns red, and in the end you get nothing to feed your drained soul - hot, hot, hot. sigh.

Carina Lopes

The unlikely high temperatures being felt this week in Porto seem to have become central in this year’s ISDT. Our moods, decisions, moves or even drinking patterns are referred back and forward to the uncomfortable heat or lack of breeze.

Eduardo Morais

Regardless of the heat, the dry air and the smoke, our sore throats, we talk about the weather, the sports, technology and love. Gin & tonic, a couple of wine glasses later, our English is fearless.
Once the room went quiet with singing, threads resuming as soon as possible.

ruth grossman:

she did a few flapjacks (or maybe it´s jumping jacks) outside her room to get the lights to go on.  she could smell the smoke (of course she could smell the smoke) like everyone else.  they said it had been especially and unusually hot.  it was a mystery.  and we were in it together.  we were, after all, a collective, speaking (ultimately) in a single voice, united in perspiration.  our alter egos beside us, prepared and ready.  she wondered what else we might some day do as a collective.  and she took pleasure in the peculiar and potent status of this comfortable incomplete construction (i mean, aside from being in a protracted and possibly permanent state of ´molhados´).  and then there was karaoke…

pedro markun:

...and zombies…

sheila moore:

…a collective created from shared experience and each person’s own history of shared experiences.  The presentations, the discussions, the workshops, lunches and dinners, the smoke, the heat, the wine, the conversations, the laughter (and one must include the man in the park who was…) have contributed to something unique…

antónio maneira:
... something new. New connections are the best ones. You can do every thing with them. People may be marrying after isdt. We share more in a week than in a hole year as we belive in the power and inspiration of this new digital world of connected people.

porto is a place of beginnings and connections it was a wonderful week, seeing the birth-place of henry the navigator, the birth place of the revolt against Napolean and the birth place of porto-gaia.  Thank you for the wonderful community - perhaps next year in porto?