10 minutos de espera

As Palavras Interditas

Os navios existem e existe o teu rosto
encostado ao rosto dos navios.
Sem nenhum destino flutuam nas cidades,
partem no vento, regressam nos rios.

Na areia branca, onde o tempo começa,
uma criança passa de costas para o mar.
Anoitece. Não há dúvida, anoitece.
É preciso partir, é preciso ficar.

Os hospitais cobrem-se de cinza.
Ondas de sombra quebram nas esquinas.
Amo-te... E abrem-se janelas
mostrando a brancura das cortinas.

As palavras que te envio são interditas
até, meu amor, pelo halo das searas;
se alguma regressasse, nem já reconhecia
o teu nome nas minhas curvas claras.

Dói-me esta água, este ar que se respira,
dói-me esta solidão de pedra escura,
e estas mãos noturnas onde aperto
os meus dias quebrados na cintura.

E a noite cresce apaixonadamente.
Nas suas margens vivas, desenhadas,
cada homem tem apenas para dar
um horizonte de cidades bombardeadas.


Eugénio de Andrade

You're A Big Girl Now

de Bob Dylan (Blood On The Tracks, 1975), por Kurt Wagner, o senhor Lambchop.

Like a corkscrew.

Karma Police

For a minute there, I lost myself.

Hoje, a karma police apanhava-me.

Where Is My Love

Cat Power, The Greatest (Matador, 2006).

Bring him to me.

Crush with Eyeliner

R.E.M., Monster (Warner Bros, 1994).

Lembro-me de ouvir isto a caminho da escola, no carro do meu pai.

I Feel It All

Feist, The Reminder (Arts & Crafts, 2007).


Oh I'll be the one who'll break my heart
I'll be the one to hold the gun

I love you more
I love you more
I don't know what I knew before
But now I know I wanna win the war


What she's referring to isn't exactly clear-- and that's the point. Pasts pass. People stay, go. But finding sanctuary within half-realized dreams and faces? Timeless.


Finding sanctuary.

Agora:

Gostava de publicar o que sinto, mas talvez comece por te abraçar.

Sobre direitos

"As pessoas precisam de um horizonte e de uma perspectiva para além dos números e para além dos sacrifícios que lhes pedem no dia a dia. As pessoas precisam de saber porquê e para quê. E sobretudo, para além do direito ao trabalho e do direito ao pão, as pessoas precisam do direito à esperança, do direito ao sonho e do direito à beleza."

Ainda voto em ti só por causa disto. Ando muito sensivel às "soft skills".

Moonchild

Os King Crimson em Buffalo '66 de Vicent Gallo (1998).

O som e a dança do desajuste.

Call her moonchild
Dancing in the shallows of a river
Lovely moonchild
Dreaming in the shadow
Of the willow

7

Adoro os arquivos digitais de coisas sem função aparente para idiotas como eu: as colecções digitalizadas da Biblioteca Nacional. Foi para isto que se inventou a internet.

Em cima, Poema 7 de Versos para o "Indicios de Ouro" de Mário de Sá Carneiro, 1914.

Isto chegou aqui porque a Adriana Calcanhoto já o musicou.

Relator

Pete Yorn & Scarlett Johansson, Break Up (Atco/Rhino, 2009).

Falaram-me a primeira vez do Pete Yorn à porta de uma aula de Filosofia, na escola secundária. Depois o Chico emprestou-me o Music For The Morning After e eu gostei. Agora, gosto do sorriso dela aos 2:31, o verdadeiro I don't beg, I don't borrow, I steal.

Hoje

Todos os cidadãos ficaram mais cidadãos.

Je voudrais pas crever

Je voudrais pas crever
Avant d'avoir connu
Les chiens noirs du Mexique
Qui dorment sans rêver
Les singes à cul nu
Dévoreurs de tropiques
Les araignées d'argent
Au nid truffé de bulles
Je voudrais pas crever
Sans savoir si la lune
Sous son faux air de thune
A un coté pointu
Si le soleil est froid
Si les quatre saisons
Ne sont vraiment que quatre
Sans avoir essayé
De porter une robe
Sur les grands boulevards
Sans avoir regardé
Dans un regard d'égout
Sans avoir mis mon zobe
Dans des coinstots bizarres
Je voudrais pas finir
Sans connaître la lèpre
Ou les sept maladies
Qu'on attrape là-bas
Le bon ni le mauvais
Ne me feraient de peine
Si si si je savais
Que j'en aurai l'étrenne
Et il y a z aussi
Tout ce que je connais
Tout ce que j'apprécie
Que je sais qui me plaît
Le fond vert de la mer
Où valsent les brins d'algues
Sur le sable ondulé
L'herbe grillée de juin
La terre qui craquelle
L'odeur des conifères
Et les baisers de celle
Que ceci que cela
La belle que voilà
Mon Ourson, l'Ursula
Je voudrais pas crever
Avant d'avoir usé
Sa bouche avec ma bouche
Son corps avec mes mains
Le reste avec mes yeux
J'en dis pas plus faut bien
Rester révérencieux
Je voudrais pas mourir
Sans qu'on ait inventé
Les roses éternelles
La journée de deux heures
La mer à la montagne
La montagne à la mer
La fin de la douleur
Les journaux en couleur
Tous les enfants contents
Et tant de trucs encore
Qui dorment dans les crânes
Des géniaux ingénieurs
Des jardiniers joviaux
Des soucieux socialistes
Des urbains urbanistes
Et des pensifs penseurs
Tant de choses à voir
A voir et à z-entendre
Tant de temps à attendre
A chercher dans le noir

Et moi je vois la fin
Qui grouille et qui s'amène
Avec sa gueule moche
Et qui m'ouvre ses bras
De grenouille bancroche

Je voudrais pas crever
Non monsieur non madame
Avant d'avoir tâté
Le goût qui me tourmente
Le goût qu'est le plus fort
Je voudrais pas crever
Avant d'avoir goûté
La saveur de la mort...

Boris Vian

Esta é a parte a reter:
Je voudrais pas crever
Avant d'avoir usé
Sa bouche avec ma bouche
Son corps avec mes mains
Le reste avec mes yeux
J'en dis pas plus faut bien
Rester révérencieux

Ensinado por uma irmã mais velha. O francês surgiu depois da revisão de uma doença pulmonar milenar.

Abstractions

The original 1984 Mac didn’t abstract away the computer — it made the computer itself elegant, simple, and understandable. Very, very little was hidden from the typical user. Mac OS X is vastly more complex technically and conceptually, as it must be due to the vastly increased complexity and capability of today’s hardware. But Mac OS X has always tried to have it both ways: a veneer of simplicity that doesn’t cover the entire surface of the system. The user-exposed file system is a prime example. On the 1984 Mac, the entire file system was exposed, but the entire file system fit on a 400 KB floppy disk. On Mac OS X, the /System/Library/ folder, one of many exposed fiddly sections of the file system browsable in the Finder, contains over 90,000 items, not one of which a typical user should ever need to see or touch.

The iPhone OS offers a complete computing abstraction. Under the hood, it’s just as complex as Mac OS X. On the surface, though, it is even more simple and elegant than the original Mac. No technical complexity is exposed. Hierarchy is minimized. It relegates the file system to a developer-level technology rather than a user-level technology. (Did you know the file system on iPhones is case sensitive?)

Espero viver para ver o dia em que as expressões "ficheiro" ou "memória" deixarão de fazer sentido enquanto metáfora computacional corrente e tudo passe para a nuvem: uma experiência computacional em que as únicas ferramentas são um user name e uma password. Isso sim, não seria como 1984.

Nordland, 2006

Thomas Bangsted, via The Year In Pictures.

Specialist

Interpol, Interpol EP (Matador, 2002).

Interpol, in the scant three tracks of their debut EP for Matador Records, may not be the first to address these themes of distance and loss, but given the present state of our society, these anxieties seem more relevant now than at any point since the dawn of the post-punk era.

Last Year's Words Belong To Last Year's Language

I said: 'The wonder that I feel is easy,
Yet ease is cause of wonder. Therefore speak:
I may not comprehend, may not remember.'


And he: 'I am not eager to rehearse
My thoughts and theory which you have forgotten.
These things have served their purpose: let them be.


So with your own, and pray they be forgiven
By others, as I pray you to forgive
Both bad and good. Last season's fruit is eaten

And the fullfed beast shall kick the empty pail.
For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.

parte de Little Gidding de T.S. Eliot, que acabei de descobrir.

Siren Song

Bat For Lashes, Two Suns (Astralwerks, 2009).

and the stars are exploding in your eyes

The State I Am In

Belle and Sebastian, Tigermilk (Electric Honey, 1996).

I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975.

Lá Em Baixo

Clã e Sérgio Godinho, Afinidades (EMI, 2001).

há quem corra sem ter braços

para os braços que os aceitam 

e seus braços juntos crescem 

e entrelaçados se deitam

e a manhã traz outros braços
também juntos de outra forma

de quem luta e ao lutar 

a si mesmo se transforma

Sobre o dia 8 Abril

Ao que parece, foi uma descoberta ocasional, nas ruínas, uma beleza da Grécia antiga.

The Orchids

aqui na versão dos Califone de Roots & Crowns (Thrill Jockey, 2006).

And in the morning after the night
I fall in love with the light
It is so clear I realize and now at last I have my eyes

Building Steam From A Grain Of Salt

Dj Shadow, Endtroducing (Mo'Wax, 1996).

It brings to mind the line from George Bernard Shaw about the two tragedies in life: One is to not get your heart's desire; the other is to get it.

Newark Wilder

Pavement, Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain (Matador, 1994).

Wild are the horses
and break-up divorces
and seperate rooms from
My my my my my my my
I love your tinted eyes
So bad, so, bad, so so bad so so bad

Sobre a construção de um lugar comum

via Coudal Partners

An indirect display of affection

DO YOU HAVE A HANDKERCHIEF was the question my mother asked me every morning, standing by the gate to our house, before I went out onto the street. I didn't have a handkerchief. And because I didn't, I would go back inside and get one. I never had a handkerchief because I would always wait for her question. The handkerchief was proof that my mother was looking after me in the morning. For the rest of the day I was on my own. The question DO YOU HAVE A HANDKERCHIEF was an indirect display of affection. Anything more direct would have been embarrassing and not something the farmers practiced. Love disguised itself as a question. That was the only way it could be spoken: matter-of-factly, in the tone of a command, or the deft maneuvers used for work. The brusqueness of the voice even emphasized the tenderness. Every morning I went to the gate once without a handkerchief and a second time with a handkerchief. Only then would I go out onto the street, as if having the handkerchief meant having my mother there, too.

Herta Müller

Aly, Walk With Me

The Raveonettes, Lust Lust Lust (Fierce Panda/Vice, 2008).

Walk with me.

What we'd like to be

We all perform. It's what we do for each other all the time, deliberately or unintentionally. It's a way of telling about ourselves in the hope of being recognized as what we'd like to be.

Richard Avedon

Apricot

O Ben Briand anda a fazer filmes curtos para vender café.

As if interactions with people were rare and out of the ordinary.

(ou talvez isto valha só pela forma como ela abre os olhos aos 7 minutos e 7 segundos: quiet desperation, um sentimento que gostava de estudar se houvesse matéria no assunto)

Thames Town: China’s new Suburbia

Thames town is an English style new satellite town built close to Shanghai as part of the local governments ‘One City –Nine Towns’ plan.

The rise of China’s new middle ‘class’ is resulting in the creation of a new suburbia, the same phenomenon as seen in post-war Britain and America. Now that disposable incomes are reaching levels that allow people to pay for better education, annual holidays and private accommodation, the landscape of China is changing in the same manner as seen in the West. This is China’s suburban revolution.

Por David Wyatt, via Conscientious


Interessante (e bonita), esta realidade fabricada.

I tell you Winston, that reality is not external. Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else. Not in the individual mind, which can make mistakes, and in any case soon perishes: only in the mind of the party, which is collective and immortal. Whatever the party holds to be truth, is truth. It is impossible to see reality except by looking through the eyes of the Party.

Song to the Siren

Tim Buckley, Starsailor (Straight, 1969).

Popularizada quando os This Mortal Coil se encontraram com o David Linch.

Ainda Ontem

Anteontem, tudo se conjugou: coreografaram-se as nossas misérias até serem bailado. Encantaram-nos e levaram-nos atrás delas. O fim (bem-aventurado) da venenosa quimioterapia. Faltam-nos apenas os princípios e talentos da cirurgia incisiva; da radioterapia queimadora; da sabotagem estrogénica.
O cancro é um desafio. É um adversário disposto a perder. Esconde-se muito no nome e tira partido dele, pela calada. Que se foda.

Miguel Esteves Cardoso

Ainda ontem me falaram de radioterapia.

Breathe

Pink Floyd, The Dark Side of the Moon (EMI, 1973).

Pink Floyd é o meu pai a sorrir e assim será. Se nunca ouviram o The Dark Side of the Moon de uma ponta à outra, sugiro uma longa viagem de carro.

Metaproject

What moves those of genius, what inspires their work is not new ideas, but their obsession with the idea that what has already been said is still not enough.

Eugène Delacroix

Still not enough.

via LUCASNASSON

Twelve White Girls

de Elena Chernyak, via Hippolyte Bayard

Cousins

Vampire Weekend, Contra (XL, 2009).

O álbum estará por aí a 11 de Janeiro.

O vídeo é espectacular (com tão pouco) e foi realizado por Garth Jennings.

Only 460,000 words

It is a fascinating fact that if you go online and visit 200 web pages in one day - wich is a simple task when you could email, blogs, youtube etc - you'll see on average 490,000 words; War & Peace was only 460,000 words.

via A Photo Editor

Harrison.

via The Impossible Cool.

An Oak Tree

Q. To begin with, could you describe this work?

A. Yes, of course. What I've done is change a glass of water into a full-grown oak tree without altering the accidents of the glass of water.

Q. The accidents?

A. Yes. The colour, feel, weight, size ...

Q. Do you mean that the glass of water is a symbol of an oak tree?

A. No. It's not a symbol. I've changed the physical substance of the glass of water into that of an oak tree.

Q. It looks like a glass of water.

A. Of course it does. I didn't change its appearance. But it's not a glass of water, it's an oak tree.

Q. Can you prove what you've claimed to have done?

A. Well, yes and no. I claim to have maintained the physical form of the glass of water and, as you can see, I have. However, as one normally looks for evidence of physical change in terms of altered form, no such proof exists.

Q. Haven't you simply called this glass of water an oak tree?

A. Absolutely not. It is not a glass of water anymore. I have changed its actual substance. It would no longer be accurate to call it a glass of water. One could call it anything one wished but that would not alter the fact that it is an oak tree.

Q. Isn't this just a case of the emperor's new clothes?

A. No. With the emperor's new clothes people claimed to see something that wasn't there because they felt they should. I would be very surprised if anyone told me they saw an oak tree.

Q. Was it difficult to effect the change?

A. No effort at all. But it took me years of work before I realised I could do it.

Q. When precisely did the glass of water become an oak tree?

A. When I put the water in the glass.

Q. Does this happen every time you fill a glass with water?

A. No, of course not. Only when I intend to change it into an oak tree.

Q. Then intention causes the change?

A. I would say it precipitates the change.

Q. You don't know how you do it?

A. It contradicts what I feel I know about cause and effect.

Q. It seems to me that you are claiming to have worked a miracle. Isn't that the case?

A. I'm flattered that you think so.

Q. But aren't you the only person who can do something like this?

A. How could I know?

Q. Could you teach others to do it?

A. No, it's not something one can teach.

Q. Do you consider that changing the glass of water into an oak tree constitutes an art work?

A. Yes.

Q. What precisely is the art work? The glass of water?

A. There is no glass of water anymore.

Q. The process of change?

A. There is no process involved in the change.

Q. The oak tree?

A. Yes. The oak tree.

Q. But the oak tree only exists in the mind.

A. No. The actual oak tree is physically present but in the form of the glass of water. As the glass of water was a particular glass of water, the oak tree is also a particular oak tree. To conceive the category 'oak tree' or to picture a particular oak tree is not to understand and experience what appears to be a glass of water as an oak tree. Just as it is imperceivable it also inconceivable.

Q. Did the particular oak tree exist somewhere else before it took the form of a glass of water?

A. No. This particular oak tree did not exist previously. I should also point out that it does not and will not ever have any other form than that of a glass of water.

Q. How long will it continue to be an oak tree?

A. Until I change it.


"An Oak Tree", Michael Craig-Martin (1973).

In other words belief underlies our whole experience of art: it accounts for why some people are artists and others are not, why some people dismiss works of art others highly praise, and why something we know to be great does not always move us.

"Este é o corpo e sangue de Cristo".

No Love Lost

por Damien Hirst que talvez tenha sido mais famoso nos últimos tempos devido a For the Love of God.

via NOTCOT

R2: Ermida Nossa Senhora da Conceição

R2 Design via Creative Review

Papillon

Editors, In This Light and On This Evening (Kitchenware, 2009).

If there really was a God here,
He'd have raised a hand by now

Heads Will Roll

Yeah Yeah Yeahs, It's Blitz! (Interscope, 2009).

John Romero meets Quentin Tarantino meets Michael Jackson.

Realizado por Richard Ayoade, que também é responsável pelos vídeos de "Oxford Comma" dos Vampire Weekend (este é uma obra prima) ou "Standing Next to Me" dos The Last Shadow Puppets, entre outras coisas que o tornam com toda a certeza num menino muito talentoso.

Serotonin

por Kevin Van Aelst.

Steve and Steve

Jobs and the NeXT board of directors meet in the company's Fremont factory in 1987. Ross Perot, the Texas entrepreneur who later ran for U.S. president, is seated third from the end in a dark suit and tie, directly across from Jobs. Perot provided venture capital for NeXT.


NeXT was founded in 1985 by Apple Computer co-founder Steve Jobs after his forced resignation from Apple. NeXT introduced the first NeXT Computer in 1988, and the smaller NeXTstation in 1990.

Several developers used the NeXT platform to write pioneering programs. Tim Berners-Lee used a NeXT Computer in 1991 to create the first web browser and web server. In the early 1990s John Carmack used a NeXTcube to build two of his pioneering games, Wolfenstein 3D and Doom.

Apple purchased NeXT on December 20, 1996 for $429 million, and much of the current Mac OS X system is built on the OPENSTEP foundation.


A NeXT também tinha um logo muito interessante desenhado pelo Paul Rand.


via Coudal Partners

Skating night, 1919

Washington, D.C. "Skating night, 1919." National Photo Co. via Shorpy.

Fantasmagórico.

Fuck yeah!

por Martin Creed via BOOOOOOOM

Should the Nazis succeed

The poster was initially produced in 1939 during the beginning of World War II, and was intended as a "last case scenario" to be used only should the Nazis succeed in invading Great Britain, in order to stiffen resolve.

Lembro-me de uma entrevista de rua após as explosões no metro de Londres em 2005, com um velhote que dizia ao jornalista algo do género: "Eu sobrevivi, continuando com a minha vida, aos bombardeamentos de Londres durante a 2ª Grande Guerra. Depois disso, estes terroristas não podem nada contra nós".

Keep calm and carry on.

Intervalo

De facto, é mais ou menos isto.
Vou dormir.

(Foto: "a", Linda Martini no namouche, por Vera Marmelo - flickr e blog - que anda por aí a ilustrar o zeitgeist da música portuguesa).

Sea Lion Woman

"Sea Lion Woman", aqui pela Feist de The Reminder (Arts & Crafts, 2006).

Sea lion woman
Dressed in red
Smile at the man
When you wake up in his bed

É uma canção sobre uma mulher que também é foca e se veste de vermelho.
Há um tipo a vibrar na primeira fila com uma tshirt dos Bloc Party (1:00).

The previous encapsulates my view.

Man On The Moon

R.E.M., Automatic for the People (Warner Bros., 1992).

Asserting that in the face of the tough truths 'Automatic for the People' explores, hope is, more than ever, essential.

Ball and Biscuit

The White Stripes, Elephant (V2, 2003).

The third man argument (commonly referred to as TMA), first offered by Plato in his dialogue Parmenides, is a philosophical criticism of Plato's own theory of Forms. The argument posits that if a man is a man because he partakes in the form of man, then a third form would be required to explain how man and the form of man are both man.

Como dá para entender, os guitarristas de Detroit são muito mais eficazes do que os filósofos gregos a explicar os mistérios da vida.

Pigeon hole

You can't do this, can't do that, because you're in some pigeon hole, and my dream is to have none of that matter.

To have none of that matter.

In fact nothing

Yet sometimes you are breathtaking,
Kidding around!
To be rid of the troubles
Of one person by turning into
Someone else, moving and jolting
As if nothing mattered but today
In fact nothing
But this precise moment—five thirty-one a.m.
Celery growing on the plains
Snow swirls in the mountains.

To Kidding Around, Kenneth Koch

A leucemia linfóide de células B consitui a leucemia linfóide mais comum; quando o processo maligno se manifesta na forma de linfoma, é responsável por cerca de 7% dos linfomas não-Hodgkin.

Precisava de me lembrar disto, por isso procurei um poema. Agora não me esqueço.

Antenna

Sonic Youth, The Eternal (Matador, 2009).

every corner creeping panic
freak lighting in her abstract mind
rubber stamps and dreams of cashflow
wild blood ecstatic crime
radios play nothing when she's far away

Every corner creeping panic, diz o Thurston.

Doesn't make sense

David Lynch e Isabella Rossellini, talvez no set de Blue Velvet, mas eles foram namorados, por isso pode ser em qualquer lugar.

I don’t think that people accept the fact that life doesn’t make sense. I think it makes people terribly uncomfortable.

via (o sempre deslumbrante) but does it float

Olha, olha

Originator

6. It has gradually become clear to me what every great philosophy up till now has consisted of, namely, the confession of its originator, and a species of involuntary and unconscious autobiography; and moreover that the moral (or immoral) purpose of every philosophy has constituted the true vital germ our of which the entire plant has always grown.

A propósito de conversas sozinho sobre uma democracia sem democratas mas com uma profusão de filósofos.

Not Even Jail

Interpol, Antics (Matador, 2004).

Já perdi a conta ao número de vezes que ouvi isto nos últimos dias. Tenho de arranjar músicas que falem mais sobre glomerulonefrites, mas esta não está mal para começar.

I pretend like no one else
To try to control myself
I'm subtle like a lion's cage
Such a cautious display
Remember, take hold of your time here
Give some meanings to the means

Daniel

Bat For Lashes, Two Suns (Astralwerks, 2009).

Coisinha mais infecciosa, até enerva.

Ian Fisher: American Soldier

O fotógrafo Craig F. Walker passou mais de dois anos com Ian Fisher, a fotografar tudo o que lhe aconteceu desde a saída do liceu, o recrutamento, a campanha no Iraque e a vida de volta. Impressionava só pela escala, mas obviamente há muito mais do que isso.

Também fiquei a pensar. Se isto fosse cinema, era um documentário. Se fosse um programa de televisão - ou jornalismo televisivo - seria reality tv e eu provavelmente não lhe prestava atenção nenhuma. Será que estou a ser preconceituoso, ou realmente o meio condiciona a mensagem desta forma?

(Todas as fotos desta imensa série - provavelmente por culpa de quem fez o site - têm um artefacto de compressão muito, muito irritante, que faz com que todas pareçam ter sido tiradas com uma compacta muito foleira com o noise reduction no máximo. E eu estou irritado por isto me irritar.)

via State of the Art

Life Ain't Enough For You

The Legendary Tiger Man (aqui com Asia Argento), Femina (EMI, 2009).

Gosto deste gajo, quero que ele seja grande.

Maps

Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Fever to Tell (Interscope, 2003).

Still, for proof that the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, at their core, make a better band than they do runway trendsetters, one need look no further than Fever to Tell's singular true moment of clarity-- a tune of such moving grace I can scarcely believe they're responsible for it-- "Maps". Though the song is sadly in a class by itself on this record (it would take about two seconds to call roll for the tunes that even come close), absolutely everything falls into place here. The drums are gentle enough to simply caress the tune, but still pressing enough to make it clear that this second of happiness is fleeting, and Zinner's guitar work is easily his best to date, equal parts joy and discord. But it's Karen's vocals that steal the show; for once, they fairly drip genuine, regretful emotion: When she sings, "Lay off/ Don't stray/ My kind is your kind/ I'll stay the same.../ They don't love you like I love you," almost on the verge of defeated tears, the emotive response it produces is very real, and that means a lot.

And that means a lot.

Berlin, berlin

West Berlin —In 1961, East Germany builds a wall separating the two sectors of the city, 1962. © Henri Cartier-Bresson / Magnum Photos

She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing
Momma's will keep Baby cozy and warm
Oooo Babe
Oooo Babe
Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall

Gila

Beach House, Devotion (Carpark, 2008).

Hoping for the last ship to arrive
I am blessed with a kingdom, half mine.

VIPs

Os Sopranos, via Very Important Pixels. Espectacular.

Desperately Perfect

por Rachel Papo.

Olaf Heine

É só a mim que esta imagem lembra um certo Congresso?

"Brian Molko and Jule, Berlin, 2008"
Leaving the Confort Zone, Olaf Heine

Sarajevo roses

During the four-year siege of the Bosnian capital city of Sarajevo, hundreds of thousands of bombs rained upon the city from the surrounding hills. Every shell exploding on a road or paved area left an imprint resembling that of a flower. Today, some of these craters remain, their 'petals' painted red and referred to as 'Sarajevo roses' by its citizens, like scars on the heart, a reminder of the innocent blood that was spilled on these streets.

O cerco começou em 1992 na cidade que em 1984 acolheu os Jogos Olímpicos de Inverno. Frágil.

5 Secrets from 86 Notebooks

If you do what you love, and if you find other people that do what they love, you'll be successful, you'll do great work, chances are you'll actually make money (miraculously enough), and if you combine that with a bit of egotism and taste for the spotlight you could also become famous, but definitely, I promise, you'll be happy.

Michael Bierut

Mayakovsky, 4

Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.

The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.

It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again.

Frank O'Hara

Hoje, em Mad Men.

Walcott

#80.3 - VAMPIRE WEEKEND - Walcott / One
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Vampire Weekend, XL (2008).

The holy Roman empire roots for you

Mais disto

Where The Wild Things Are

Sou só eu, ou isto é delicioso?

- Did you make this?

- Yeah... it's gonna be a place where only the things you want to happen, happen.

- We can totally build a place like that.

A place like that.

Badge value

There's some evidence, by the way, that some things, like social networking, help do that. Because they help people share news, they give badge value to everyday little trivial activities, so they actually reduce the need for expending great money on display and increase the third party enjoyment you can get from the smallest, simplest things in life.

Ou, de outra forma:

We are perishing for the want of wonder, not for the want of wonders.

Ensinado por Rory Sutherland, via TED.

How To Disappear Completely

Radiohead, Kid A (Parlophone, 2000).

Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes

Wake Up

Arcade Fire, Funeral (Merge, 2004).

Children, wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.

The Arcade Fire's emotional debut [...] is brave, empowering, and dusted with something that many of the indie-rock genre's more contrived acts desperately lack: an element of real danger.

Exactamente.

Le Jardin des supplices

Rodin, 1902.

A means to give momentum to a set of causes

Good morning. Well, this is not how I expected to wake up this morning. After I received the news, Malia walked in and said, "Daddy, you won the Nobel Peace Prize, and it is Bo's birthday!" And then Sasha added, "Plus, we have a three-day weekend coming up." So it's good to have kids to keep things in perspective.

A Touch of Luck

As the Apollo 10 crew walks along a corridor on the way to Launch Complex 39B, mission commander Thomas P. Stafford pats the nose of Snoopy, the mission's mascot, held by Jamye Flowers, astronaut Gordon Coopers' secretary.

The Apollo 10 crew nicknamed the Lunar Module (LM) "Snoopy" and the Command/Service Module (CSM) "Charlie Brown" after characters in the Charles Schulz comic strip "Peanuts."

Engraçado, quando me lembro que o Charlie Brown nunca teve muito jeito para fazer voar um papagaio.

Falaram-me agora disto, de certa forma

Rain, Steam, and Speed - Turner (1844).

Candy Says

Candy says I hate the quiet places
that cause the smallest taste of what will be
Candy says I hate the big decisions
that cause endless revisions in my mind

Eu reconheci daqui.

via Clayton Cubitt

Enquanto esperava 10/15 minutos

"O artista que tem uma visão pessoal do mundo só tem valor se a comunicação visual, o suporte da imagem, tiver um valor objectivo; doutro modo, encontra-se no mundo dos códigos mais ou menos secretos, pelo que algumas mensagens são percebidas apenas por poucas pessoas; aliás, as mesmas que já conheciam a mensagem".

Bruno Munari, Design e Comunicação Visual (1968).

Afghanistan: chronotopia

Mikhail Bakhtin might have called this kind of landscape a "chronotope": a place that allows movement through space and time simultaneously, a place that displays the "layeredness" of time. The chronotopia of Afganistan is like a mirror, shattered and thrown into the mud of the past; the shards are glittering fragments, echoing previous civilizations and lost greatness.

Na foto, um homem vendedor de balões (proibidos durante o regime Taliban), junto do que já foi uma casa de chá no meio de um parque.

As fotografias do Afeganistão de Simon Norfolk são parte de um projecto abrangente a que ele chama Et in Arcadia ego, que pretende reflectir sobre a forma como a guerra (e a nossa necessidade de a travar) formou o nosso mundo:

What these landscape have in common - their basis in war - is fundamentally downplayed in our society. I was astounded to discover that the long, straight, bustling, commercial road that runs through my old neighborhood of London follows an old Roman road. [...] Crucially, the road system built by the Romans was their highest military technology, their equivalent of the stealth bomber [...] - a technology that allowed a huge empire to be maintained by a relatively small army. [...] It is extraordinary that London, a city that should be shaped by Tudor kings, the British Empire, Victorian engineers and modern international Finance, is a city fundamentally drawn, even to this day, by abandoned Roman military hardware.

Losing My Edge

LCD Soundsystem, Losing My Edge (DFA, 2002).

And to be honest I was afraid that this new found coolness was going to go away and that’s where ‘Losing My Edge’ comes from. It is about being horrified by my own silliness. And then it became a wider thing about people who grip onto other people’s creations like they are their own. There is a lot of pathos in that character though because it’s born out of inadequacy and love.

Morad Bouchakour

Da série "Cultural" de Morad Bouchakour.

Untitled

Interpol, Turn On The Bright Lights (Matador, 2002).

The difference, however, lies in the music itself: what Joy Division played was sparse and jagged-- punk with a melancholy, but often minimalist bent. Interpol, meanwhile, are punk in ethic alone; their music bears few of that genre's signatures, with the band instead immersing themselves in a grander, more theatrical atmosphere with lush production that counters their frustrated bombast.

Parar

My name is Dwayne Hoover and I am an experiment by the creator of the universe. I am the only creature in the entire universe who has free will. I am the only creature who has to figure out what to do next and why. Everybody else is a robot.

I am pooped. I wish I were a robot too. It is perfectly exhausting having to reason all the time in a universe I never made.

Breakfast of Champions, Kurt Vonnegut.

The XX

Não são os melhores cantores, nem os instrumentistas mais dotados. Mas sabem manipular o espaço, provocar momentos de tensão e de distensão como poucos. Talvez seja instintivo. Talvez seja porque se conhecem muito bem. Seja o que for, conseguem criar canções que não se ouvem apenas. Absorvem-se, flutuantes e livres. Aos 20 anos acabam de lançar um álbum que até pode não passar de um golpe de sorte, por mais improvável que o pareça. Até podem não voltar a fazer nada de jeito. Não sabemos. Nunca sairemos da especulação. Neste momento, parece não existir outra música que faça tanto sentido. E é isso que interessa.

Acho que concordo.

Hyderabad, Pakistan

A girl collected oil Friday spilt from tankers after two cargo trains collided near Hyderabad, Pakistan. At least five people were injured, officials said. (Pervez Masih/Associated Press)

It's a very very mad world

In a way I think it's because you like to keep things neat and tidy, in a chaotic world. And in your little corner of design you're allowed to. So, you're making your little poop pile nifty, it's neat, it's tidy, in your little corner, and you can say: Look mommy, I've made a nice little poop pile! This is my deep and intrinsically complex analysis of why designers are designers: it's because they wish to please their mothers and order the world which feels chaotic.

Age of Consent

New Order, Power Corruption & Lies, FACT 75 (Factory, 1983).

Adoro a capa do disco, por Peter Saville.

Narcissism of small differences

The Narcissism of small differences is a term coined by Sigmund Freud in 1917, based on the earlier work of British anthropologist Ernest Crawley.

The term describes the manner in which our negative feelings are sometimes directed at people who resemble us, while we take pride from the "small differences" that distinguish us from them.

The term appeared in Civilization and Its Discontents (1929-1930) in relation to the application of the inborn aggression in man in ethnic conflict.

Glen O. Gabbard, M.D. suggested Freud's "Narcissism of Small Difference" provides a framework within which to understand that in a loving relationship there can be a need to find, and even exaggerate, differences in order to preserve a feeling of separateness and self.

"Não acho que somos de mundos diferentes".
Nem eu. E se formos, seremos exploradores.

Between the Bars

Elliott Smith, Either/Or (Kill Rock Stars, 1997).

The PEN Story

via alt.

O vídeo é publicidade para isto.

Distante, mas domesticado

Tenho de tirar um tempo para tratar das outras.

Há cores

O Engenheiro Portuguez

O Engenheiro Portuguez Dividido em Dous Tratados. Tomo Prymeyro, Que Compreende a Geometria Pratica. Obra Moderna e de Grande Utilidade para os Engenheiros, e mais officiaes Militares, Composta Por Manoel De Azevedo Fortes, Engenheiro mór destes Reynos.

via Fundo Antigo da FCUP

Love & Communication

Cat Power, The Greatest (Matador, 2006).

Adoro a ameaça iminente de auto-destruição desta mulher.

Goodbye Norma Jean

Eve Arnold/Magnum Photos

A 5 de Agosto de 1962 Marilyn Monroe é encontrada morta com uma overdose de barbitúricos.

Na foto, Marilyn durante as filmagens de The Misfits, o seu último filme.

(Já que estamos numa de Girl Power, a foto é de Eve Arnold - Marilyn Monroe: An Appreciation, 1987 - a primeira mulher a ser membro da Magnum Photos: If a photographer cares about the people before the lens and is compassionate, much is given. It is the photographer, not the camera, that is the instrument.).