Já me assaltaram muitas ideias para um post hoje, nenhuma sobreviveu às regras, não absolutas, deste Blog.
sexta-feira, agosto 27, 2004
quinta-feira, agosto 26, 2004
Azimute
Se eu soubesse antecipadamente do teu interesse então a recomendação seria diferente, alinha sempre para 0º, depois é simples, verificas a medida angular do local para onde queres ir.
Ai dependes de equações e não de emoções, provavelmente torna tudo mais preciso mas de certo menos interessante.
Se eu soubesse antecipadamente do teu interesse então a recomendação seria diferente, alinha sempre para 0º, depois é simples, verificas a medida angular do local para onde queres ir.
Ai dependes de equações e não de emoções, provavelmente torna tudo mais preciso mas de certo menos interessante.
quarta-feira, agosto 25, 2004
Nós por cá
( "Nós por cá" é uma rubrica do Jornal da Noite da SIC em que se fazem denúncias de situações da sociedade civil, conta com a intima colaboração de todo o público para a descoberta destas situações, a televisão aqui é elevada
à situação de cunha/procurador legal do queixoso, dado que ainda se faz muita coisa neste país debaixo dos Holofotes ou antes de eles chegarem )
Nós por cá,
Preferimos contar à televisão que á autoridade.
Nós por cá,
Preferimos a fama acente em nada, às glorias de um feito.
Nós por cá,
Gritamos que arde, mas a beata do cigarro vai pela janela.
Nós por cá,
Choca-nos a pedofília, mas se tiver vedetas envolvidas somos vouyers
Nós por cá,
Chamamos assassinos, mas somos nós que conduzimos
Nós por cá,
Lamentamos a pobreza, de copo de whisky na mão e chinelos nos pés.
Nós por cá
Escrevemos uns textos que soam bem, mas não fazemos nada
Nós por cá,
Dizemos mal do estado da saúde, mas fugimos aos impostos
Nós por cá,
Deixamos de pensar...
( "Nós por cá" é uma rubrica do Jornal da Noite da SIC em que se fazem denúncias de situações da sociedade civil, conta com a intima colaboração de todo o público para a descoberta destas situações, a televisão aqui é elevada
à situação de cunha/procurador legal do queixoso, dado que ainda se faz muita coisa neste país debaixo dos Holofotes ou antes de eles chegarem )
Nós por cá,
Preferimos contar à televisão que á autoridade.
Nós por cá,
Preferimos a fama acente em nada, às glorias de um feito.
Nós por cá,
Gritamos que arde, mas a beata do cigarro vai pela janela.
Nós por cá,
Choca-nos a pedofília, mas se tiver vedetas envolvidas somos vouyers
Nós por cá,
Chamamos assassinos, mas somos nós que conduzimos
Nós por cá,
Lamentamos a pobreza, de copo de whisky na mão e chinelos nos pés.
Nós por cá
Escrevemos uns textos que soam bem, mas não fazemos nada
Nós por cá,
Dizemos mal do estado da saúde, mas fugimos aos impostos
Nós por cá,
Deixamos de pensar...
terça-feira, agosto 24, 2004
Finalmente ou Swiss knife for life...
Sunbathers’ by Peter Peri
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ?1999...
Wear Sunscreen
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas
the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how
much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying
is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your
worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who
are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind
the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing
this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life
the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with
their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,
maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken
on your 75th wedding anniversary.
What ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either
your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it,
it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and
the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get,
the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander,
you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were
young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their
elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time it’s 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past
from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling
it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen...
Mary Schmich / Baz Luhrmann - Everybody Is Free (To Wear Sunscreen)
Sunbathers’ by Peter Peri
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ?1999...
Wear Sunscreen
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas
the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience
I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth;
oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how
much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying
is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your
worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you.
Sing.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who
are reckless with yours.
Floss
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind
the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing
this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life
the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with
their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,
maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken
on your 75th wedding anniversary.
What ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either
your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it,
it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and
the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get,
the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard;
live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander,
you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were
young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their
elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time it’s 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past
from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling
it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen...
Mary Schmich / Baz Luhrmann - Everybody Is Free (To Wear Sunscreen)
segunda-feira, agosto 23, 2004
Logo mais...
Logo mais, a mesa vai estar posta de toalha branca, e guardanapos festivos , rebuçados espalhados pela mesa com sumos para os mais novos e cervejas para os mais velhos, pães de leite com fiambre, sandes mistas, salame, e torta de laranja. Estão todos convidados a aparecer por cá, se quiserem ... de qualquer forma a fotografia no quintal é antes do jogo de futebol para rapazes e elástico para as meninas, para que elas não apareçam sujas de bolo, e eles transpirados a pingar. Quando escurecer podemos todos brincar ás escondidas, já sabem não vale dentro de casa e mais longe que o prédio do P.M. se não os adultos resmungam e ficam cheios de vontade de ir embora, por isso ... conta até cem , vá... um, dois, três, quatro...
Logo mais, a mesa vai estar posta de toalha branca, e guardanapos festivos , rebuçados espalhados pela mesa com sumos para os mais novos e cervejas para os mais velhos, pães de leite com fiambre, sandes mistas, salame, e torta de laranja. Estão todos convidados a aparecer por cá, se quiserem ... de qualquer forma a fotografia no quintal é antes do jogo de futebol para rapazes e elástico para as meninas, para que elas não apareçam sujas de bolo, e eles transpirados a pingar. Quando escurecer podemos todos brincar ás escondidas, já sabem não vale dentro de casa e mais longe que o prédio do P.M. se não os adultos resmungam e ficam cheios de vontade de ir embora, por isso ... conta até cem , vá... um, dois, três, quatro...
quinta-feira, agosto 19, 2004
quarta-feira, agosto 18, 2004
Funcionamento
A memória funciona assim:
um comentário a um post alheio, da direito a um desenrolar de sabores antigos, a saber :
Chocolates Regina,
Pastilhas da Gorila,
Barquinhos da Nazaré
( Isadora para quando uma visita à Batel ?),
Gasosas da Rical,
Pão quente com manteiga e açúcar louro,
Bolacha americana,
Bolas de berlim com creme na praia.
E agora como é que eu recupero isto tudo ?
A memória funciona assim:
um comentário a um post alheio, da direito a um desenrolar de sabores antigos, a saber :
Chocolates Regina,
Pastilhas da Gorila,
Barquinhos da Nazaré
( Isadora para quando uma visita à Batel ?),
Gasosas da Rical,
Pão quente com manteiga e açúcar louro,
Bolacha americana,
Bolas de berlim com creme na praia.
E agora como é que eu recupero isto tudo ?
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