He never, ever saw it
Coming at all
It's alright, it's al-
-right, it's al-
-right, it's al-
-right, it's al-
Hey, open wide, here comes
Original sin
Power to the people
We don't want it
We want pleasure
And the TVs try to rape us
And I guess that they're succeeding
And we're going to these meetings
But we're not doing any meeting
And we're trying to be faithful, but we're
Cheating, cheating, cheating
I'm the hero of the story
Don't need to be saved
No one's got it all
No one's got it all
No one's got it a-a-all
All, all, all, all, all
setembro 09, 2009
Hero by Regina Spektor
agosto 02, 2009
'I am alone,' said Orlando, aloud since there was no one to hear.
"That silence is more profound after noise still wants the confirmation of
science. But that loneliness is more apparent directly after one has been
made love to, many women would take their oath. As the sound of the
Archduke's chariot wheels died away, Orlando felt drawing further from
her and further from her an Archduke (she did not mind that), a fortune
(she did not mind that), a title (she did not mind that), the safety and
circumstance of married life (she did not mind that), but life she heard
going from her, and a lover. 'Life and a lover,' she murmured; and going
to her writing-table she dipped her pen in the ink and wrote:"
Orlando, Virgini Woolf
(uhu, nao tive q digitar tudo pq o livro existe online, aqui)
Assisti o Diabo Veste Prada no aviao, e achei o final muito estranho. Nada contra um final que meio q da tudo errado (eu fiquei com bastante peninha do bichinha) mas pelo q eu senti então a protagonista vai se mudar pra outro canto pela carreira do namorado, e lá ele vai trabalhar ate altas horas e tudo mais, q nem ela qnd trabalhava na revista, basicamente apenas trocando de papeis, e sendo aceitável, não só porque agora é o namorado tendo uma carreira, mas tmb como ninguém nunca se toca que a superficialidade de ambos os meios (culinária e moda) é idêntica. Nossas necessidades basicas são de se alimentar e de nos vestir/aquecer, e por sermos humanos criamos uma cultura de prazer em volta disso, para experimentarmos coisas gostosas e vestimo coisas bonitas.
Acho que a unica coisa que se pode dizer a favor da culinaria nisso, eh q existe uma diferenca obvia entre comer saudavel ou nao. Mas acho que ateh aih ninguem nega que a nossa vida fica melhor quando nos vestimos do modo que desejamos, soh nao eh tao facil de provar cientificamente.
Gostei de como o filme mostra bem os dois lados da moda, da paixão muito real das pessoas que trabalham com isso, e não ter feito nenhum personagem ultra superficial tipo o estereotipo que fazemos das pessoas que se importam com moda (e me inclua nesse grupo).
Agora soh pq tah facil "quotar" do Orlando, uma outra parte que se encaixa bem nesse papo de moda:
"And as she drove, we may seize the opportunity, since the landscape was
of a simple English kind which needs no description, to draw the reader's
attention more particularly than we could at the moment to one or two
remarks which have slipped in here and there in the course of the
narrative. For example, it may have been observed that Orlando hid her
manuscripts when interrupted. Next, that she looked long and intently in
the glass; and now, as she drove to London, one might notice her starting
and suppressing a cry when the horses galloped faster than she liked. Her
modesty as to her writing, her vanity as to her person, her fears for her
safety all seems to hint that what was said a short time ago about there
being no change in Orlando the man and Orlando the woman, was ceasing to
be altogether true. She was becoming a little more modest, as women are,
of her brains, and a little more vain, as women are, of her person.
Certain susceptibilities were asserting themselves, and others were
diminishing. The change of clothes had, some philosophers will say, much
to do with it. Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more
important offices than merely to keep us warm. They change our view of
the world and the world's view of us. For example, when Captain Bartolus
saw Orlando's skirt, he had an awning stretched for her immediately,
pressed her to take another slice of beef, and invited her to go ashore
with him in the long-boat. These compliments would certainly not have
been paid her had her skirts, instead of flowing, been cut tight to her
legs in the fashion of breeches. And when we are paid compliments, it
behoves us to make some return. Orlando curtseyed; she complied; she
flattered the good man's humours as she would not have done had his neat
breeches been a woman's skirts, and his braided coat a woman's satin
bodice. Thus, there is much to support the view that it is clothes that
wear us and not we them; we may make them take the mould of arm or
breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their
liking. So, having now worn skirts for a considerable time, a certain
change was visible in Orlando, which is to be found if the reader will
look at @ above, even in her face. If we compare the picture of Orlando
as a man with that of Orlando as a woman we shall see that though both
are undoubtedly one and the same person, there are certain changes. The
man has his hand free to seize his sword, the woman must use hers to keep
the satins from slipping from her shoulders. The man looks the world full
in the face, as if it were made for his uses and fashioned to his liking.
The woman takes a sidelong glance at it, full of subtlety, even of
suspicion. Had they both worn the same clothes, it is possible that their
outlook might have been the same.
That is the view of some philosophers and wise ones, but on the whole, we
incline to another. The difference between the sexes is, happily, one of
great profundity. Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath.
It was a change in Orlando herself that dictated her choice of a woman's
dress and of a woman's sex. And perhaps in this she was only expressing
rather more openly than usual--openness indeed was the soul of her
nature--something that happens to most people without being thus plainly
expressed. For here again, we come to a dilemma. Different though the
sexes are, they intermix. In every human being a vacillation from one sex
to the other takes place, and often it is only the clothes that keep the
male or female likeness, while underneath the sex is the very opposite of
what it is above. Of the complications and confusions which thus result
everyone has had experience; but here we leave the general question and
note only the odd effect it had in the particular case of Orlando
herself."
science. But that loneliness is more apparent directly after one has been
made love to, many women would take their oath. As the sound of the
Archduke's chariot wheels died away, Orlando felt drawing further from
her and further from her an Archduke (she did not mind that), a fortune
(she did not mind that), a title (she did not mind that), the safety and
circumstance of married life (she did not mind that), but life she heard
going from her, and a lover. 'Life and a lover,' she murmured; and going
to her writing-table she dipped her pen in the ink and wrote:"
Orlando, Virgini Woolf
(uhu, nao tive q digitar tudo pq o livro existe online, aqui)
Assisti o Diabo Veste Prada no aviao, e achei o final muito estranho. Nada contra um final que meio q da tudo errado (eu fiquei com bastante peninha do bichinha) mas pelo q eu senti então a protagonista vai se mudar pra outro canto pela carreira do namorado, e lá ele vai trabalhar ate altas horas e tudo mais, q nem ela qnd trabalhava na revista, basicamente apenas trocando de papeis, e sendo aceitável, não só porque agora é o namorado tendo uma carreira, mas tmb como ninguém nunca se toca que a superficialidade de ambos os meios (culinária e moda) é idêntica. Nossas necessidades basicas são de se alimentar e de nos vestir/aquecer, e por sermos humanos criamos uma cultura de prazer em volta disso, para experimentarmos coisas gostosas e vestimo coisas bonitas.
Acho que a unica coisa que se pode dizer a favor da culinaria nisso, eh q existe uma diferenca obvia entre comer saudavel ou nao. Mas acho que ateh aih ninguem nega que a nossa vida fica melhor quando nos vestimos do modo que desejamos, soh nao eh tao facil de provar cientificamente.
Gostei de como o filme mostra bem os dois lados da moda, da paixão muito real das pessoas que trabalham com isso, e não ter feito nenhum personagem ultra superficial tipo o estereotipo que fazemos das pessoas que se importam com moda (e me inclua nesse grupo).
Agora soh pq tah facil "quotar" do Orlando, uma outra parte que se encaixa bem nesse papo de moda:
"And as she drove, we may seize the opportunity, since the landscape was
of a simple English kind which needs no description, to draw the reader's
attention more particularly than we could at the moment to one or two
remarks which have slipped in here and there in the course of the
narrative. For example, it may have been observed that Orlando hid her
manuscripts when interrupted. Next, that she looked long and intently in
the glass; and now, as she drove to London, one might notice her starting
and suppressing a cry when the horses galloped faster than she liked. Her
modesty as to her writing, her vanity as to her person, her fears for her
safety all seems to hint that what was said a short time ago about there
being no change in Orlando the man and Orlando the woman, was ceasing to
be altogether true. She was becoming a little more modest, as women are,
of her brains, and a little more vain, as women are, of her person.
Certain susceptibilities were asserting themselves, and others were
diminishing. The change of clothes had, some philosophers will say, much
to do with it. Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more
important offices than merely to keep us warm. They change our view of
the world and the world's view of us. For example, when Captain Bartolus
saw Orlando's skirt, he had an awning stretched for her immediately,
pressed her to take another slice of beef, and invited her to go ashore
with him in the long-boat. These compliments would certainly not have
been paid her had her skirts, instead of flowing, been cut tight to her
legs in the fashion of breeches. And when we are paid compliments, it
behoves us to make some return. Orlando curtseyed; she complied; she
flattered the good man's humours as she would not have done had his neat
breeches been a woman's skirts, and his braided coat a woman's satin
bodice. Thus, there is much to support the view that it is clothes that
wear us and not we them; we may make them take the mould of arm or
breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their
liking. So, having now worn skirts for a considerable time, a certain
change was visible in Orlando, which is to be found if the reader will
look at @ above, even in her face. If we compare the picture of Orlando
as a man with that of Orlando as a woman we shall see that though both
are undoubtedly one and the same person, there are certain changes. The
man has his hand free to seize his sword, the woman must use hers to keep
the satins from slipping from her shoulders. The man looks the world full
in the face, as if it were made for his uses and fashioned to his liking.
The woman takes a sidelong glance at it, full of subtlety, even of
suspicion. Had they both worn the same clothes, it is possible that their
outlook might have been the same.
That is the view of some philosophers and wise ones, but on the whole, we
incline to another. The difference between the sexes is, happily, one of
great profundity. Clothes are but a symbol of something hid deep beneath.
It was a change in Orlando herself that dictated her choice of a woman's
dress and of a woman's sex. And perhaps in this she was only expressing
rather more openly than usual--openness indeed was the soul of her
nature--something that happens to most people without being thus plainly
expressed. For here again, we come to a dilemma. Different though the
sexes are, they intermix. In every human being a vacillation from one sex
to the other takes place, and often it is only the clothes that keep the
male or female likeness, while underneath the sex is the very opposite of
what it is above. Of the complications and confusions which thus result
everyone has had experience; but here we leave the general question and
note only the odd effect it had in the particular case of Orlando
herself."
maio 08, 2009
she wanted to grow young with him
"she wanted to grow young with him. She wanted to go back to those times she was so afraid of everything and have his hand to hold. She wanted to be in his dead grandmother's garden and hear his laugh. She wanted to tell him about the seagull flying in the dusk in the beach on the same day that happened. She wanted to be there when his puppy died. She wanted to run with him in the empty street and spit and draw and show things, and feel genderless energy among them.
She had meet people before she wanted to grow old with, into the unkown that is the feeling of your body failing you. But not with him, he wasn't about things you HAD to do."
escrevi isso faz tipo um ano, sempre que releio gosto muito.
She had meet people before she wanted to grow old with, into the unkown that is the feeling of your body failing you. But not with him, he wasn't about things you HAD to do."
escrevi isso faz tipo um ano, sempre que releio gosto muito.
janeiro 24, 2009
Karma Police - Radiohead
Karma police, arrest this man
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio
Karma police, arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo is
Making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you'll get
This is what you'll get
This is what you'll get when you mess with us
Karma Police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll
This is what you'll get
This is what you'll get
This is what you'll get when you mess with us
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
For for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
He talks in maths
He buzzes like a fridge
He's like a detuned radio
Karma police, arrest this girl
Her Hitler hairdo is
Making me feel ill
And we have crashed her party
This is what you'll get
This is what you'll get
This is what you'll get when you mess with us
Karma Police
I've given all I can
It's not enough
I've given all I can
But we're still on the payroll
This is what you'll get
This is what you'll get
This is what you'll get when you mess with us
And for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
For for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself
novembro 04, 2008
feeder
Eu tava numa loja um tempo atras e vi um "bird feeder", uma paradinha pra por na janela e colocar comida e ver os passaros comendo. E eu lembro tao bem de quando eu morei com meus avos de um que eles tinham (tem ainda?) e os passarinhos aparecendo pra comer.
Eu comprei, mas chegando em casa me toquei que se eu colocasse isso na minha janela provavelmente soh ia apareer pomba (cara, como eu odeio pombas... ontem eu tava no parque comendo meu muffin e tinha uma pomba muito abusada querendo vir comer as migalhas, eu consegui acertar ela com uma bola de papel), e deixei guardado.
Aih agora eu vi um passaro lindo na minha varandinha, e reconsiderei tudo.
Eu comprei, mas chegando em casa me toquei que se eu colocasse isso na minha janela provavelmente soh ia apareer pomba (cara, como eu odeio pombas... ontem eu tava no parque comendo meu muffin e tinha uma pomba muito abusada querendo vir comer as migalhas, eu consegui acertar ela com uma bola de papel), e deixei guardado.
Aih agora eu vi um passaro lindo na minha varandinha, e reconsiderei tudo.
outubro 21, 2008
Boots Of Spanish Leather - Bob Dylan
Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love,
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden,
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona.
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'.
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.
I got a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from her ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're goin'.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind,
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.
I'm sailin' away in the morning.
Is there something I can send you from across the sea,
From the place that I'll be landing?
No, there's nothin' you can send me, my own true love,
There's nothin' I wish to be ownin'.
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled,
From across that lonesome ocean.
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden,
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona.
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
That I might be gone a long time
And it's only that I'm askin',
Is there something I can send you to remember me by,
To make your time more easy passin'.
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again,
It only brings me sorrow.
The same thing I want from you today,
I would want again tomorrow.
I got a letter on a lonesome day,
It was from her ship a-sailin',
Saying I don't know when I'll be comin' back again,
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'.
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
I'm sure your mind is roamin'.
I'm sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're goin'.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind,
Take heed of the stormy weather.
And yes, there's something you can send back to me,
Spanish boots of Spanish leather.
outubro 09, 2008
kids
No caminho entre a minha casa e o ponto de onibus tem uma escola primária. E é bom começar o dia vendo um molequinho rir desesperadamente só porque viu um colega atravessando a rua do outro lado. Isso e ficar no ponto de onibus vendo os pais indo deixar as crianças na escola.