30 setembro, 2007
29 setembro, 2007
Parece que estou a ouvir # 36
-- Yann Tiersen
It's hard, hard not to sit on your hands
And bury your head in the sand
Hard not to make other plans
and claim that you've done all you can all along
And life must go on
It's hard, hard to stand up for what's right
And bring home the bacon each night
Hard not to break down and cry
When every idea that you've tried has been wrong
But you must carry on
It's hard but you know it's worth the fight
'cause you know you've got the truth on your side
When the accusations fly, hold tight
Don't be afraid of what they'll say
Who cares what cowards think, anyway
They will understand one day, one day
It's hard, hard when you're here all alone
And everyone else has gone home
Harder to know right from wrong
When all objectivity's gone
And it's gone
But you still carry on
'cause you, you are the only one left
And you've got to clean up this mess
You know you'll end up like the rest
Bitter and twisted, unless
You stay strong and you carry on
It's hard but you know it's worth the fight
'cause you know you've got the truth on your side
When the accusations fly, hold tight
And don't be afraid of what they'll say
Who cares what cowards think, anyway
They will understand one day, one day
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*such are some days in the life of a researcher
28 setembro, 2007
Espantos #62
Resembling an abstract painting by Jackson Pollack, the image shows ragged shards of gas that are expanding away from the explosion site at over 3 million miles per hour."
Complete article here
27 setembro, 2007
Foi neste dia # 80 (1957)
Cerca das 7.00hs da manhã que se deu a primeira erupção do vulcão dos Capelinhos, na Ilha do Faial, com um "leve fumegar" no oceano.
No final desse dia uma coluna de vapor, com cerca de 4km de altura, era visível de todas as ilhas do Grupo Central: Terceira, Graciosa, Pico e S. Jorge.
O dito só adormeceu treze meses depois, a 24 de Outubro de 1958.
Vale a pena ver o site criado para a comemoração dos 50 anos do evento que foi o responsável pela fuga de muitos faialenses para os Estados Unidos da América (as fotografias foram, honestamente, roubadas lá).
25 setembro, 2007
24 setembro, 2007
Parece que estou a ouvir # 35
Lifeline
Ben Harper
Life is much too short to sit and wonder
Who's gonna make the next move and will slowly pull you under
When you've always got something to prove?
I don't want to wait a lifetime
Yours or mine, yours or mine
Can't you see me reaching for the lifeline?
You say that I misheard you but I think you misspoke
I hear you laugh so loudly while I patiently await the joke
I don't want to wait a lifetime
Yours or mine, yours or mine
Can't you see me reaching for the lifeline?
The lifeline, the lifeline
It's a crime with only victims
We're all laid out in a row
It's hardest to listen to what we already should know
I could hold out for a lifetime
Yours or mine, yours or mine
Can't you see me reaching for your lifeline?
The lifeline, your lifeline, the lifeline
23 setembro, 2007
Ditto # 45
Portugal é um país muito pequeno e com demasiado Estado para ter uma sociedade civil com efectiva independência e isso é mortífero para qualquer partido da oposição que não queira ser apenas uma variante pobre de "bloco central".
Pacheco Pereira, no Abrupto
21 setembro, 2007
20 setembro, 2007
19 setembro, 2007
Foi neste dia # 79 (1982)
18 setembro, 2007
17 setembro, 2007
No Times de hoje # 45
A comparação das estatísticas, relativas a comportamento de risco das classes etárias 15-19 e 35-45 anos, de 2004 com as de 1975 revela uma espantosa alteração: enquanto que há 30 anos atrás eram os jovens que não pensavam, agora são os pais deles. Há de facto qualquer coisa de esquisito com os baby boomers. Fica o excerto.
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What experts label “adolescent risk taking” is really baby boomer risk taking. It’s true that 30 years ago, the riskiest age group for violent death was 15 to 24. But those same boomers continue to suffer high rates of addiction and other ills throughout middle age, while later generations of teenagers are better behaved. Today, the age group most at risk for violent death is 40 to 49, including illegal-drug death rates five times higher than for teenagers. (...) There’s no “typical teenager” any more than there’s a “typical” 45-year-old.
16 setembro, 2007
No Times de hoje # 44
Parece que estou a ouvir # 34
John Mayer
Gravity
Is working against me
And gravity
Wants to bring me down
Oh I'll never know
What makes this man
With all the love
That his heart can stand
Dream of ways
To throw it all away
Oh Gravity
Is working against me
And gravity
Wants to bring me down
Oh twice as much
Ain’t twice as good
And can't sustain
Like one half could
It's wanting more
It's gonna send me to my knees
(instrumental)
Oh twice as much
Ain’t twice as good
And can't sustain
Like one half could
It's wanting more
It's gonna send me to my knees
Oh gravity
Stay the hell away from me
Oh gravity
Has taken better men than me
Now how can that be?
Just keep me where the light is
Just keep me where the light is
Just keep me where the light is
C’mon keep me where the light is
C’mon keep me where the light is
13 setembro, 2007
Palavras lidas # 28
Tom said to himself that it was not such a hollow world, after all. He had discovered a great law of human action, without knowing it – namely, that in order to make a man or a boy covet a thing, it is only necessary to make the thing difficult to attain. (…) Work consists of whatever a body is obliged to do and Play consists of whatever a body is not obliged to do.*
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* which reminds me of this
12 setembro, 2007
Ditto #42
11 setembro, 2007
Parece que estou a ouvir # 33
by Manu Chao
Solo voy con mi pena
Sola va mi condena
Correr es mi destino
Para burlar la ley
Perdido en el corazon
De la grande babylon
Me dicen el clandestino
Por no llevar papel
Pa una ciudad del norte
Yo me fui a trabajar
Mi vida la deje
Entre Ceuta y Gibraltar
Soy una raya en el mar
Fantasma en la ciudad
Mi vida va prohibida
Dice la autoridad
Solo voy con mi pena
Sola va mi condena
Correr es mi destino
Por no llevar papel
Perdido en el corazon
De la grande babylon
Me dicen el clandestino
Yo soy el quebra ley
Mano negra clandestina
Peruano clandestino
Africano clandestino
Marijuana ilegal
09 setembro, 2007
08 setembro, 2007
07 setembro, 2007
06 setembro, 2007
Foi neste dia # 78 (2007)
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Il principe ignoto
Nessun dorma!... Tu pure, o Principessa,
Nella tua fredda stanza
Guardi le stelle
Che tremano d'amore e di speranza.
Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me,
Il nome mio nessun saprà!
Solo quando la luce splenderà,
Sulla tua bocca lo dirò fremente!...
Ed il mio bacio scioglierà il silenzio
Che ti fa mia!...
Voci di donne
Il nome suo nessun saprà...
E noi dovremo, ahimè, morir!...
Il principe ignotoDilegua, o notte!... Tramontate, stelle!...
All'alba vincerò!...
05 setembro, 2007
Espantos # 57
Os nossos irmãos nipónicos comprometem-se a não mais termos sorrisos ensaiados. O slogan passará mais ao género: quando menos esperar o passarinho dispara...
04 setembro, 2007
Foi neste dia # 77 (1781)
03 setembro, 2007
Numa sala perto de mim # 36
No Times de hoje # 43
Perda de senso comum... é o que o dinheiro faz à cabeça das pessoas.
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Mrs. Helmsley, the hotel magnate who died last month at age 87, showed her enduring love for her dog, whose actual name is Trouble, by leaving the dog $12 million in her will. Mrs. Helmsley was not as generous to her chauffeur, who was awarded $100,000, or to two of her grandchildren, who received nothing, the 14-page will states, “for reasons which are known to them.”
(...)
Besides the money, Mrs. Helmsley’s will has other clues about how fond she was of her pet. It says that Trouble is to be cared for by her brother, Alvin Rosenthal. The will further stipulates that when Trouble dies, “her remains shall be buried next to my remains” at the Helmsley mausoleum at the Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Westchester County.
But Mrs. Helmsley may not get her wish. A spokesman for the Department of State’s Division of Cemeteries said that state law has been widely interpreted to forbid the interment of non-human remains at human cemeteries.
02 setembro, 2007
01 setembro, 2007
Parece que estou a ouvir # 32
Under The Boardwalk
The Drifters
Oh the sun beats down and melts the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under the boardwalk down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby ... is where I'll be
From a park you hear the happy sounds from a carousel
You can almost taste the hotdogs and french fries they sell
Under the boardwalk down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby ... is where I'll be
Under the boardwalk out of the sun
Under the boardwalk we'll be having some fun
Under the boardwalk people walking above
Under the boardwalk we'll be falling in love
Under the board-walk board-walk
Under the boardwalk down by the sea
On a blanket with my baby ... is where I'll be
Under the boardwalk out of the sun
Under the boardwalk we'll be having some fun
Under the boardwalk people walking above
Under the boardwalk we'll be falling in love
uma música bem de verão ouvida hoje, já final de verão, ao regressar da praia (que por acaso até tinha boardwalk).