tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71760958079068229042024-03-12T19:15:58.893-07:00¨bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-88256609748776865032010-07-28T08:33:00.000-07:002010-07-28T09:23:11.443-07:00Damn electronical equipment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfhFVeVLl-X5cncsUCiSXguwDlqpspxapQuEwhDn7jKfuZJ7if_MYk3bWRFd04-nm8lQfhMh1tMN98eUyLHx8fjEEo1jGp7SIxsBc5jQnFVmInJp60j7S-tNIvRuN5Mp1d2ONdLRvjCC4/s1600/bi-plug.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfhFVeVLl-X5cncsUCiSXguwDlqpspxapQuEwhDn7jKfuZJ7if_MYk3bWRFd04-nm8lQfhMh1tMN98eUyLHx8fjEEo1jGp7SIxsBc5jQnFVmInJp60j7S-tNIvRuN5Mp1d2ONdLRvjCC4/s320/bi-plug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498993261783140978" border="0" /></a>Long ago I was told it was not good to hate things, since they´d gain more importance than you´d want them to. Also something about this old fella who said he loved life and life loved him back. But man, do I hate electronical apparel.<br />Apart from being jet lagged and with a newly discovered love for eggs and good food in general, I had been living in a pretty nice shade of coolness and easiness these past few days. And then I remembered it would be good to transfer my photos to my computer. It´s okay. I love my never-let-me-down HP. But it had to be recharged. And the recharger is a three pin nightmare. And my adapter was nowhere to be found after the unautorized clean up someone did in my room. So I had to dig up some wires from the back of my desk and fish out an adapter. Mood levels getting to annoyance.<br />Then I had to find my celphone cable; not to worry, it was one of the few things I actually paid attention while packing. Carefully transfered the files minding the wanting-to-freeze windows. Safely Remove Hardware. Error: Hardware still in use. Huh. We can do it the hard way or the easy way. Safely Remove Hardware. Error: Hardware still in use. Hard way it is. Just plug the damn thing off fingers crossed.<br />Next: camera card. It´s a micro sd card, so I´ve got to find the adapter. More jungling things around in my now back to normal desk. Hooray. Plug it. Copy it. Safely remove it. Done. Throw all wires and plugs and adapters in to the Mess Box.<br /><br />Ugh. I need coffee.bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-31435314805621858542010-01-10T07:25:00.000-08:002010-01-10T07:45:19.069-08:00Sherlock Holmes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://estiloglam.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/sherlock_holmes_03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 773px;" src="http://estiloglam.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/sherlock_holmes_03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Whenever someone says "We've <span style="font-style: italic;">reinvented</span> whatever", I cringe. Especially if originally it was a good thing. But I had heard they'd put some comedy to make it a less grave character, and it is a Jude Law movie after all - not like I was going to resist <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> seeing it.<br />So as to be prepared of some sort, I had rewatched that Chris Columbus young Sherlock Holmes movie (the cute one that looks like a 1999 Harry Potter movie). In that movie, they end up in a cript or whatever that was, trying to prevent the damsel's sacrifice, and pretty much all the killings were in the form of a drug that made people hallucinate and thus kill themselves. Everything was very dark, the streets were smokey, the whole deal.<br />Guess what the new Sherlock Holmes had in mind first scene? Beat up the guard and rescue the damsel. Assisted by dear Mr Watson, of course. Where were they? Some sort of cult hq in which a dark hooded creature was hypnotising the damsel as if to make her put a dagger across her chest. Ring any bells?<br />It's a magic <span style="font-style: italic;">versus</span> science mystery, but nonetheless entertaining, especially when you put in to account the delightful performance of... something something Jr, the fella who played SH. Plus, you've got Rachel McAdams, playing The powerful woman, and quite amusing damsel as well. There is comedy, excentric behavior, an unmistakable House-ish mood, a great deal of fighting and destroying, ... - overall, a very entertaining picture, though not quite Sherlock-ish.<br />Maybe I ought to see one of the real ones some time.<br /><br />(The "Christmas Day" thing doesn't remind you of The Holiday, just a bit? Freaky poster for such a non-dark movie.)bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-16849624185154974532009-12-31T09:58:00.001-08:002009-12-31T10:15:51.987-08:00Happy 2010, So Long 2009(whatever it is that means)<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">So far, so good. I´ve started to write about five posts since the Holidays star<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxJ6UY4Ytuzcr4SR_0imd44940JhInQ4a52tAL9tsAEXOgXUkydMr5SH6SantAjDdA84cc51QhtKCMKa23qkc5oEUDx1Z7oWDbwt7BcFY7cLQmefEwlPUzjReduHbBBBmXE_h_3oYBnw/s1600-h/Glasses+-+tim+walker+vogue+-+flickr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwxJ6UY4Ytuzcr4SR_0imd44940JhInQ4a52tAL9tsAEXOgXUkydMr5SH6SantAjDdA84cc51QhtKCMKa23qkc5oEUDx1Z7oWDbwt7BcFY7cLQmefEwlPUzjReduHbBBBmXE_h_3oYBnw/s200/Glasses+-+tim+walker+vogue+-+flickr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421465209916452274" border="0" /></a>ted, all incomplete ill-written paragraphs. I´m bored but not as bored as usual. Read a couple of books, couple of blogs, seen a dozen movies, got back to The Mentalist, went to the movies enough times to watch everything, bought a CD, ate way too much cheese and tomatos, printed some wanna-play sheets, said the Merry Christmas, and now I´m eating homemade pizza and avoiding housework.<br />But here´s what I really wanted to share and was too bored to log in to Twitter: <a href="http://jhnmyr.tumblr.com/post/295539256/to-all-patrons-of-the-john-mayer-trio-new-years">John Mayer´s New Year´s Eve Concert</a>. In case you are also too bored to click, JM proposed to go in to 2010 looking 1970ish, meaning suits, dresses, gloves and hats. And come on, that´s so coool! It should be huge, which would make it even better... jealous, jealous, jealous.<br />Probably spending New Year´s in my pajamas. Again.<br />Traditions are traditions afterall.<br /><br /></div>bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-89340885107654134822009-12-31T09:07:00.000-08:002009-12-31T09:54:22.639-08:00The Choice [spoiler]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTlesNPcBFvm0Jy76NXbKF2wDIhZuVzTfjti4cxIt5n55wbeAZ8Wr0XsIIKDN067N95m7YTzIrSqF_dAtyHwIYHIn3o81_GEjroJagqr1U6N2hnO2vDVwwSAi8kBOr3W3k-w-08lGL3Y/s1600-h/n222460.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaTlesNPcBFvm0Jy76NXbKF2wDIhZuVzTfjti4cxIt5n55wbeAZ8Wr0XsIIKDN067N95m7YTzIrSqF_dAtyHwIYHIn3o81_GEjroJagqr1U6N2hnO2vDVwwSAi8kBOr3W3k-w-08lGL3Y/s320/n222460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421459250034018290" border="0" /></a><br />by Nicholas Sparks<br /><br />It was a nice reading, the guy´s got style and a few books to back him up, and it´s a love story so there´s not much way to go wrong, but here´s what I <span style="font-style: italic;">didn´t</span> like about it:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#1</span> Gabby is a cute, shy, non-agressive young woman, you´ve got the whole "Let´s pluck up the courage to confront the lazy neighbour about his dog getting my dog pregnant" scene to back you up on that, and suddenly the next day, when they go out on his bike, she´s a sensuous, sassy, witty full-grown woman. What the hell happened there?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#2</span> You know how novel language - as well as movie language - sounds different than real life? Ironically more natural and frequently to the witty/Friends type? This guy´s dialogues are UBBERLY witty - so much it makes it too heavy, too perfectly choreographed. You can see that they´ve been rewritten several times by both author and editor, they´ve been gone over and over until they looked plastic. Mostly, it feels like the characters are just standing and shooting scripted lines, no real emotion, no real nothing.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#3</span> But let´s not get carried away, it´s still a touching love story. It begins by implying they were getting a divorce, and all the back and forth narration makes you think that the choice was Gabby´s: between safe boring Kevin and loving exhilirating Travis - and that apparently she chose wrong. He keeps on backing up leading you to believe a huge fight will happen and all will make sense (she was too guilty from the break up; she planned the whole wedding between shifts, maybe Travis wasn´t as involved as he should; maybe he got bored with her attempts to make the perfect home; maybe they couldn´t have kids and she couldn´t cope... so many possibilities). Only to then realise that she´s either dead or dying and all had been perfect. The problem is, the expectation created by the divorce idea kind of ruined all the happy perfect-life moments. Makes you doubt they could happen.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#4 </span>Which then brings me to: what the hell was that ending? A happy ending? By Nicholas Sparks? Was he hammered? It was a very odd thing for him to do, especially considering Travis chose to ignore her wishes, but the speed of it all left my head buzzing. And the lack of loving moments between the two of them after the coma bothered me a bit. Again, the perfect-happy-family-ending felt plastic.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#5</span> I think he could have written another trip to the beach with the whole "family" to really show the happiness of the thing, because it kind of seemed like they were only friends with Stephanie after the accident (which I was betting would be a parasailing one, btw).<br /><br />Things I really loved and made it worth it:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#1</span> Travis´ friends and pseudo family are truly great. Can´t tell anyone who wouldn´t love to be a part of the group.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#2</span> Stephanie is a <span style="font-style: italic;">fantastic</span> character, the insights, the talking, the everything. Joined the Favourite Characters group.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">#3</span> Travis himself is great. Even apart from his group. He leads a good lifestyle and tops it with great upbeat attitude (at least until he meets Gabby) - the sort of fella you would want to be around.<br /><blockquote>"I´m a student. I´m thinking of making it my career" Stephanie</blockquote>Overall, looking forward to reading more Nicholas Sparks. Probably won´t be as lucky as to find another non-killing one, though.bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-76941921988574613102009-11-05T12:38:00.000-08:002009-11-05T12:55:02.321-08:00Delusional writing. Go read about the uniban nazi.I hate to go back to same effing thing, but don't you sometimes feel like you're an expectant? You're so tired or bored you just sort of lean back and watch? Only you're not really leaning back, you're on autopilot. And that autopilot does the strangest things. And you can only be stunned by the words coming out of your mouth, or your new walk and that new way of staring at nothing every couple of sentences? And what's so weird is that you're not making any effort. You're not thinking. Or at least the thinking doesn't become words. And yet there you stand, apparently really interested in discussing food packages, saying how much you like pizza. No need to focus, no need to feel the doubt, just talking and listening and gesticulating, sort of the same way you make your heart beat, almost a reflex. And everything is so calm and... neutral. And you begin to wonder where the hell that girl came from, and why had she been away all this time. Don't you ever feel like that? Don't you have the impression that sometimes the person speaking isn't even <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>? And it's not even a bad thing, specially not while it's happening, it's just so <span style="font-style: italic;">weird</span>.<br />Okay, maybe I'm way too bored and sleepy and my brain is on standby due to the fighting bacteria stage. Or maybe I only make sense to the little person coughing in the back of my head. But whatever. What are blogs for anyway?bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-80980670870426842422009-10-30T08:56:00.000-07:002009-10-30T09:41:38.593-07:00Confia na idiota<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPTv3AV4YfCAq2Sbpr3WXTnqDPdvOXilvwkmrgRzGej9UzpRZ4PPX34Qut09cLRkzrC_sfmDPDmSVt_kH6Hq4MA4aJBJ67c_0bB5sokEQUQUWTCtxGP3BM1bWlVkxn7936LaRLqBPR4g/s1600-h/Imagem076_outros.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPTv3AV4YfCAq2Sbpr3WXTnqDPdvOXilvwkmrgRzGej9UzpRZ4PPX34Qut09cLRkzrC_sfmDPDmSVt_kH6Hq4MA4aJBJ67c_0bB5sokEQUQUWTCtxGP3BM1bWlVkxn7936LaRLqBPR4g/s320/Imagem076_outros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398433942158578066" border="0" /></a>Já que a oportunidade veio, lá vamos. Acho que todo mundo já ouviu aquela história de "Em <span style="font-style: italic;">você</span> eu confio, o problema são os <span style="font-style: italic;">outros</span>". O que embora clichezaço, faz sentido, afinal adoramos uma história cavernosa de menininhas inocentes que são drogadas e violentadas/seqüestradas/mortas/afins, além do mais é uma variável sobre a qual você não tem controle, então não dá nem pra argumentar. Mas para mim, isto soa mais como se você fosse confiável porém idiota. Como se você não fosse ficar bêbada, mas também não fosse perceber que o cretino do lado colocou alguma coisa no seu refrigerante quando você saiu para ir ao banheiro. Como se você não fosse agarrar ninguém, mas também não percebesse que a maioria é babaca bom de lábia. E aí dá vontade de falar, "Mamãe, eu já vi CSI, até demais. Papai, vocês já me fizeram tão paranoica quanto humanamente possível" eu <span style="font-style: italic;">já</span> sei o que pode acontecer, eu <span style="font-style: italic;">já</span> estou assumindo os riscos e tomando todas as providências para que eles não ocorram. Mesmo. Acho que isto está incluso no pacote "CARETA". Aliás, de que adianta formar uma criatura careta, <span style="font-style: italic;">law-obeying</span>, que não sucumbe à pressão do grupo (parcialmente porque também anda com bela e careta gangue), vê resultados em suas ações, importância nos estudos, se o mundo lá fora vai continuar sendo o argumento principal para o "não" absoluto? Ouvi até um "ela nem tem <span style="font-style: italic;">perfil</span>, não bebe, não vai a lugares cheios e barulhentos, não fica com ninguém... não tem porquê ir". Curiosamente este foi aceito como supporting argument para os meus pais. Vai entender. Vai ver que se eu fosse uma puta bêbada e surda ia fazer mais sentido e me permitiriam.<br />O que me incomoda mais ainda é que daqui a um pouquinho mais de um ano eu serei maior de idade, oficialmente. Quer dizer que perante a lei eu já posso andar por aí sem precisar de autorização parental. Se eu for fazer universidade fora da cidade, vou morar fora. Cara, daqui a um ano e um poquinho eu posso estar morando <span style="font-style: italic;">sozinha</span> (ou tão sozinha quanto financeiramente possível) e eu ainda sou considerada incapaz de dar uma voltinha sozinha, ou ir a uma festinha não-tão-comum? Serei tão responsável e chata quanto sou agora, e o mundo vai ser tão problemático e assustador quanto é agora, mas, de alguma forma extraordinária, vai ficar tudo bem. Será que é só porque os meus anos contarão dezoito?bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-31885040678557879992009-10-07T11:13:00.000-07:002009-10-07T12:45:41.558-07:00Guia Essencial de Tipografia para Professores...(e outros profissionais que fazem/tentam fazer apresentações ppt) - já que esta capacidade parece faltar na maioria deles.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I Lei de Ouro:</span> NUNCA, sob qualquer hipótese, use Comic Sans. EVER. Just say no. Sério. É feio. Não é profissional. Incomoda. Poupe sua audiência de uma tortura dessas.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">II Lei:</span> Títulos NÃO precisam ser em capslock. Capslock é usado para ÊNFASE, assim como <span style="font-style: italic;">itálico</span>. Estou falando sério.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">III Lei: </span>Em geral, é bom usar fontes <span style="font-style: italic;">seriff</span> para o texto e <span style="font-style: italic;">sans</span> para títulos e subtítulos. (Seriff são estas bonitinhas como a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georgia_%28typeface%29">Georgia</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Garamond">Garamond</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Times_New_Roman">Times New Roman</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Courier_New">Courier New</a> e a detestável <a href="http://img.fontfinder.ws/closeups/744.big.png">Monotype Corsiva</a>, com todas as voltinhas que, em teoria, facilitam a leitura. Sans-seriff são as mais básicas, como a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arial">Arial</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Verdana">Verdana</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tahoma_%28typeface%29">Tahoma</a>, e a detestável <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Comic_sans">Comic Sans</a>, que chamam mais atenção e não ficam esquisitas em tamanho grande.)<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">IV Lei:</span> Não use Monotype Corsiva. Sério. Sei que curvinhas e voltinhas te lembram de monogramas e a única fonte default do Windows Office que tem isso é a Monotype Corsiva, mas por isso mesmo ela impregna um zilhão de anúncios, plaquinhas e praticamente todo tipo de cartões. Faz parecer que você tentou fazer ficar bonitinho mas não com tanto empenho assim. Baixar uma fonte nova e bonitinha, com curvinhas, não é tão difícil assim. Olhe as de script da <a href="http://dafont.com">Dafont</a>. Procurar fontes é divertido, dê um descanso para os clichês da microsoft, <span style="font-style: italic;">por favor</span>. Mas, se você persistir neste HORROR favor lembrar que suas maiúsculas são para começo de frase, então o capslock dela fica deveras estranho. Não importa se você gosta das tais curvinhas.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">V Lei:</span> Não precisa colocar efeitos. Não mesmo. Já passou o boom dos olhares aturditos para as letras que de repente caem e formam títulos. Nem precisa se incomodar com eles. Mesmo. Colocar fotos, no entanto, é um exercício talvez interessante, dependendo do assunto. É só colocar uma pequenininha do lado. Tem até no modelo automático do Office. Quão difícil é isso?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">VI Lei:</span> A cor das fontes importa, e ela depende do fundo. Particularmente, gosto de fundos pretos porque acredito que a projeção fique melhor, mas tem muita gente que não gosta - e creio que a maioria dos seres que usam Comic Sans não sabem mudar o fundo de qualquer maneira - então atenha-se a fundo branco, fonte preta. Quer inovar? Coloque um vermelhinho e azul para grifar, mas ainda recomendo aquele vermelho-vinho e azul-marinho - senão fica parecendo publicidade ruim. Mas vai que é por um motivo didático de choque/marcação na retina? Porém quão difícil é usar preto, vermelho e azul, com cores NEUTRAS? Fuccia não vai muito bem. Choca. Mais que vermelho. Mesmo. Choque constante perde o efeito e meio que cansa. Só uma recomendação. Mesmo.<br /><br />E acho que é só. Por hoje pelo menos.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Go Garamond, Out Comic!</span>bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-9435173235369733872009-10-05T16:03:00.000-07:002009-10-05T16:05:36.596-07:00Just popped on my head and i´m too bored to explore the subject<b>My Sister´s Keeper **</b><br />Okay. Out of 10, it´s a 4. Out of 5, it´s a 2. And it´s not <i>only</i> because it´s a truly horrific adaptation (sex? honestly? on the cutest, sweetest cancer-love-dying-kid story? NOT cool), but because it also <i>feels</i> weird. Like it´s staged. Like it´s not real (which I know sounds like a weird comment on a fictional work, but the things that look most real are fake - hello, we <i>are</i> studying Fernando Pessoa). Kinda like <i>Twilight</i>. Only worse. ´Cause in this one there are actual scenes with ONE freaking sentence and the devastated look from Cameron Diaz. And things just felt... artifitial. C.D. didn´t feel SO fake, just more hate-able than the book one. And she always had the nice dying girl to make it up. Still... it looks like they thought it was an easy story - who doesn´t like moving cancer stories with little death-conscious girls?<br />Blargh. Sorry. Very disappointing.<br />I miss Julia.<br /><br /><b>Becky Bloom</b><br />I just finished reading the first volume (which cost me a productive weekend studying History, so I´m catching up now, thanks very much, Br), and it was so damn weird. I had a Bridget Jones, delusionally funny image of Becky Bloom, which sort of came out of the - very cute - movie. And she is sort of Bridget-y. Only it´s also terribly sad. Because as you read you feel her lack of control, her desperation, she <i>must</i> get that, so that she can feel a tiny bit better about herself. That scene on Octagon-? got me weeping. Probably just as much as the - real - ending to My Sister´s Keeper. The thing is, everyone feels bad for the cancer girl, everyone <i>should</i>. But people like Becky Bloom, who also deserve a great deal of compassion or... I don´t know, <i>something</i>, don´t get it. They´re just crazy people with credit cards.<br />The ending got me all messed up - she´s still a goddamn shopaholic! (But I guess that´s more believable than the movie magical version.) And she´s British! I love that she´s British.<br />Bitting off fingernails so I don´t read the other one tonight. Must. Learn. About. Crazy. Portuguese. Fellas. Who. Ran. Off. To. Brazil.<br />Maybe I should read <b>1808</b>. You know, since things like THE DANISH MASSACRE by England´s navy months before they escorted D João to Brazil and that MAY have had some sort of influence are COMPLETELY neglected. Oh, effe it. 1808 it is.<br /><br />why does 'vampire diaries' feel so goddamn twilight-y?bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-37541903060183518362009-09-15T16:11:00.000-07:002009-09-15T16:28:30.753-07:00NovelaAssisti um tantinho da Caras e Bocas e lembrei porquê eu não assisto novela. Aquele trechinho da garota com câncer, que o tal do Benjamim está rejeitando, é meio irritante. A garota propriamente dita já é tão fraquinha... Da última vez que eu assisti, ela estava chorando desesperadamente - mal, diga-se de passagem - porque sofreu uma mastectomia e falou que o cara não sentia mais atração por ela, e ele não negou. Recado para todos os namorados/companheiros/maridos/amiguinhos/ou-sei-la-o-que-voces-acham-que-sao: nuuunca faça isso. Nunquinha. A não ser, lógico, que você saiba o quão idiota você é. Nesse caso, vá catar coquinho. E o tal de Benjamim é um baita de um idiota - "Oh... eu me apaixonei por ela porque ela era viva e alegre e de bem com a vida... e agora..." E AGORA QUE ELA TÁ COM CÂNCER VOCÊ SE PROVA UM COMPLETO BABACA!<br />E qual é a do "vamos raspar a sua cabeça porque você vai fazer quimioterapia"? Não dava para esperar ela COMEÇAR o tratamento, perder uns cabelinhos e DAÍ decidir raspar tudo? Também não vejo o porquê de chorar tanto para cortar cabelo. Ca-be-lo. Novidade, minha querida, CABELO CRESCE. Que tal voce parar de chorar, acabar com o cancer, crescer cabelo, botar umas roupinhas mais bonitinhas e achar um cara MENOS babaca que o judeuzinho indeciso? E daí quem sabe escrever um livro sobre a sua grande jornada. E expôr o babaca. E fazer muito dinheiro e mudar para... Copacabana? (Se passa em SP, mas todo mundo fala carioquês...)<br />Get a grip, woman!<br />Rggghhh. Novela me deixa com raiva. Por que eu não estava assistindo a Two and a Half Men? Não dá para ficar brava com ELES.bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-48570744262593085502009-09-10T10:32:00.000-07:002009-09-10T11:09:45.647-07:00FamiliarityYou know one thing that really bothers me? It´s about the whole normal/abnormal thing. It´s when people act like it is the most normal thing in the world to do what they are doing, and I see it as the strangest thing ever, because it´s not on the book.<br />When I had my intern-thingie last year it was a nightmare. Not a nightmare in the common sense (sure, Anglo didn´t pay for my insurance so I couldn´t touch anything until I finally got one myself, but it was a nice lab-experience and I got to be amazed with several biological processes), but it was the strangest thing not to follow a set of rules. The first month I didn´t manage to find the ones who were in charge of making us do something, so I just stood there and watched as people were jungling petri dishes and long, pointy seringes. I´m shy, I only asked stuff if it was a completely maddening procedure and the researcher was looking prone to answer it. It felt so ridiculous not to know exactly what I should do - well, not knowing what to do at all. And then I finally joined people my age who had the scholarship and insurance and thus power to make an actual experiment, and I got to watch and make notes and listen to the instructor´s guidelines. I knew how to behave, I followed the others and stayed way back whenever there were Bulsen thingies around.<br />But what really bugs me is that no one else seemed uncomfortable, no one else seemed completely lost. They all acted normally - nothing was a surprise, nothing was unusual. And I thought "How the hell do they do it??" while gaping at graphs and charts filled with <span style="font-style: italic;">Salmonella</span> recognition info. Then some time ago I found myself in a situation that was not unusual, but still unfamiliar, and I acted just as I had seen people do. Nonchalant-ly. Indifferent. And it suited me. It was still fiction, but there was no other way to react. So that got me thinking that perhaps all those people back at the lab (and so many others) were doing just that. Too lazy to figure something else out. Adopting what they had once saw, read or heard about.<br />When I moved schools, from the mostly traditional to the mostly "cool", it was a shock. I couldn´t find anything, I couldn´t understand why the teachers actually presented themselves as people, with ideas and classes that went further than the rulebook suggested. I couldn´t understand how grades could be improved with some begging, and deadlines postponed with feasable explanations. That had certainly never happened before. And four years later, it still freaks me out sometimes. So how long do you have to be in contact with something until that becomes familiar? Or acceptance has nothing to do with time? I´m pretty sure if I go back to the old school, it won´t feel non-awkward either.<br /><br />Things are just too damn weeeird. Slowly trying to change the "everything that is not customary is essencially problematic" kind of reasoning. Any suggestions?bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-69041098326855661762009-09-06T11:24:00.000-07:002009-09-06T12:46:36.433-07:00My Sister´s Keeper<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5oXJSy0dbQiDAhbJ32jtQfMT-hatZmj4MTz86QK6tflC4vol6_mpzGIQjjXyVY1jOsus2USDcdWM6GpZ8_0TsYk4vR8usdXy2CtfVHPa2BF4GejZ6WDtTjwsMVR65Fdo5ChX6AxaMSw/s1600-h/P1020745.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC5oXJSy0dbQiDAhbJ32jtQfMT-hatZmj4MTz86QK6tflC4vol6_mpzGIQjjXyVY1jOsus2USDcdWM6GpZ8_0TsYk4vR8usdXy2CtfVHPa2BF4GejZ6WDtTjwsMVR65Fdo5ChX6AxaMSw/s320/P1020745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378437111236262082" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Okay. I´ve just finished reading the interview with the author in the back of the book, so NOW I´ll finally return it to you, C, and you´ll be able to spread the weeping-leukemia-story joy to the girls.<br />I don´t really know if I like Jodi Picoult or not. I know she´s got style. I know she has that annoying habit of stopping the narrative just as it´s getting good and inserting some long lost memory (honestly, does that ever happen in real-non-middle-age-crisis life? I don´t think so) and then going back at the story when you´ve already forgotten all about it. I know she can work the first-person narrative so you don´t die of boredom. I know she likes to include all the polemic she can put her hands on. And I specially know she´s a cruel author - and not the Stephenie Meyer they-raped-and-left-her-to-die-in-the-cold-freaking-night sort of cruel, but the 'Making plans is challenging God' sort. And for all of that, I look foward to reading her other books. But the thing about her interview is that she tried to put a reason behind everything, and I mean <i>everything</i>, and that seemed like forcing it. Even if she did quote <i>The Catcher in the Rye</i>. Not everything happens for a purpose. I guess she´s more Freudian and more metaphorical than I´d like.<br />But then again, if you ignore the interview you can put meaning into the bigger, screaming things. Brian being a firefighter, for example. It´s great because then she can include all the fire and the rescuer wanting-to-be-deep kind of sentences without sounding too bold. But him being the only one who works in the household is already huge. Not only does he have somewhere to escape to whenever Kate´s issues get more complicated, but he also gets the perspective that Sara so irritatingly lacks (that combined with the astronomy factor is pretty fantastic).<br />Sara is the character that most bothers me. And Jodi Picoult makes me feel guity about it, afterall she is the mother of a dying little girl and that must be excruciating and blablabla. True, she should feel like the world is about to crack over her head, but she also should be a mother to<i> all </i>of her children. She´s so focused on Kate possibly relapsing again that she doesn´t see her husband or Anna or Jesse, and they´re all screaming for her attention, and it might be a little too much for one person, but just add that to the list of unfair things. The whole part where she describes her pregnancy and delivering Anna is just maddening, she treats her not like a baby, but rather like an organic... <i>thing</i>. The only one excited about having another girl is Brian, and even so, when talking about the night she was born, neither of them stood by her side, they all ran to Kate´s hospital room. That, in my non-mother non-sister view, is called neglecting. Reading how she acts and what she thinks, you kinda want to scream and point out the fact that Kate has been fighting leukemia for 13 years, and Sara has been focused on the bad all through them. What´s the point of sacrificing her children, husband and herself just to keep on being miserable?<br />Other than the leukemia-part, the book also has tons of sibling relationship issues, which looks new to me because as an only child I always picture it romantically. It all sounds much more complicated now: Kate feels like everyone is giving up things for her (which is true, but not her fault), Anna feels like she was only conceived because of her sister and therefore not really wanted for who she was, but what she could give; Jesse feels like he disappointed everyone because he wasn´t a match and can´t do anything for Kate. <i>Everyone</i> feels bad. Come <i>on</i>. (It´s like that House episode, with the Chinese adopted girl and the later biological ones: the adopted felt like she was disposable since they had managed to have children of their own, the biologicals felt they were disposable because they hadn´t been chosen. <i>Everyone</i> felt bad. People are really messy, aren´t they?)<br />And if you, like me, tend to hate those dying-cancer-guilt, Buy Me, sort of best seller, behold: there´re nice romantic plots parallel to the dying, and nice human characters that will bewilder you. And bewilderment is just too good to be missed.<br />Julia is on my Wanna Be list right next to vampire Jodi. (unnecessary comment, but she´s greeeeat. how could i not talk about julia this whole time?)<br />reeead it. scared of the movie. i think they´ll ruin it. AGAIN.<br /><br />-<br />(pluuuus, see that cover? It´s a movie picture, but it doesn´t scream 'movie picture', it´s watermark-y without the actors´ name on top because it´s a BOOK. It´s cute. If it was <a href="http://eplteen.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/my-sisters-keeper.jpg">this</a> version I wouldn´t have read it. BOOK not trashy soap.)bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-2154517548122354012009-08-29T09:45:00.000-07:002009-08-29T09:49:31.185-07:00"Because I said so, that´s why!"<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ns1exm8Y5r4&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ns1exm8Y5r4&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-78316346630104146322009-08-27T14:39:00.000-07:002009-08-27T14:53:03.909-07:00HallucinatingWas I hallucinating or did Twitter really did go out of air for a couple of hours?<br />Freaky...<br />And did I really just attempt on enhancing my culinary skills eventhough God knows that one was left out of my genes?<br />Freaky...<br />Am I really about to watch a documentary, in which semi porn ought to be shown, about a dead fella from the peace and love period?<br />Freaky...<br />Am I really reading about leukemia??<br />Freaky...<br />Did I really just find the Nelson Freire cd, the one long gone, just lying on my bookshelf?<br />So freaky...<br /><br />urgh.<br /><br />Oh. For <span style="font-style: italic;">those of you</span> who didn't know about lovely mr Alan Shore (Boston Legal, fox):<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lh7k6csGWaU&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lh7k6csGWaU&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />(I know the audio with the image thing is not particularly good, but audio is greaaat. transcription on the youtube <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lh7k6csGWaU">page</a>)bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-67509138396031532572009-08-23T14:25:00.000-07:002009-08-23T15:04:27.838-07:00My Sister's Keeper, schools, and the lack of light breezy things on tvSo I'm reading this book C lent me, <span style="font-style: italic;">My Sister's Keeper</span>, which is about a dying leukemia girl who's dragging her customized little sister down a not so much better path (<a href="http://umnomesempalavra.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-sisters-keeper.html">C's written about it</a>), and it's actually surprisingly well written, what with all the shifting perspectives and parallel plotting (just as you're sick and tired of feeling guilty about hating the mother, she inserts another story and it's probably going to be tragic and awful as well, but it's a relief from the Kate-Sara-Anna business). But it is depressive. It is <span style="font-style: italic;">meant</span> to be depressing.<br />Which made me turn on the television, in the hopes of watching something nice and breezy that will make me think of something lighter than dying little girls. And right on AXN there's this weird High School set movie, with a girl that looks just like a thinner version of that Twilight girl, so I think, <span style="font-style: italic;">okay, I've found my movie</span>, right? And start thinking about how my school is so different from the one in the movie. Sure, it's an American school, but schools should look like a school no matter what country they are set in, right? So why does my school feels so non-school like? Blargh. Maybe I have watched way too many American high school movies to have an unbiased opinion. Whatever, as I was wondering about that, the girl was on the photography lab or something (which is another thing Brazilian schools lack) and this guy walks in and starts attacking her and saying she was a liar for saying he had raped her. And that gets me thinking this <span style="font-style: italic;">isn't</span> the nice and breezy movie I was in need of. But I keep on watching, because I want her to hit him or something. And she does, she throws acid on his eyes and defends herself with scissors or something (the girl knows how to fend for herself). Then there are two scenes and it's over. Just like that. Nothing like a light half-hour to take the edge off on a Sunday afternoon.<br />Now I'm shocked and trying to avoid any rape or cancer stories for a moment or two.<br /><br />I IMDBed it. It <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> the Twilight girl (she still does the mouth thing). It's called <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0378793/">Speak</a>. And it's probably pretty great they made a movie about girls needing to speak up about rape, but again, <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>what I was hoping for.<br /><br />All things nice,bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-39456732693681931482009-08-19T11:55:00.000-07:002009-08-19T12:06:12.152-07:00The Princess Diaries X<span style="font-style: italic;">Forever Princess</span> (or <span style="font-style: italic;">Princess Forever</span>?), by Meg Cabot. The Princess Diaries X. The nothing-special blue paperback with the Arial ugly page numbers (though compensated by the cute seriff-y body text and curvy readable dating).<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">See, I knew this was going to happen. Tina takes everything and wraps it up in silver tissuepaper and puts a big bow on it and it Love.</span>" p241<br /><br />I read the final <span style="font-style: italic;">Princess Diary</span> these past couple of days. (And the two previous last week, because I was so shocked after <span style="font-style: italic;">Ransom my Heart</span>.) I don´t know why I liked it so much. I realise it is acceptable to be bubbly happy to find <span style="font-style: italic;">The Princess Diaries</span> in the school library in fourth grade, while being so excited about reading the last one at 16 is sort of laughable, but whatever. It was fun.<br />That´s how the <span style="font-style: italic;">Princess Diaries</span> have always been: fun. Not many things happen (mainly it´s just one drama written in one or two weeks of Mia´s diary), it is very predictable, and you can totally see when she´s just being nonsensical about things, which is annoying – you read it because they are comforting. All of Meg Cabot´s stories are, but this series in particular is like watching <span style="font-style: italic;">Tuck Everlasting</span> with a bucket of Belgian chocolate Haagen Daaz. And I can´t really tell why, it just is.<br />Like most romance and teeny novels, it ends nicely. No, it ends perfectly, everything working out. It´s not a spoiler thing – even if you get a little nervous with the whole “Life isn´t a romance novel” part, you still have to keep in mind this is Meg Cabot. And her purpose on this world is making people happy and hopeful and relaxed (X is after Mia wrote a romance novel, so she says a lot of things supporting and defending the genre, which I, of course, agree. But then, since I read all kinds of silly-cute-predictable stories, where is the surprise there?).<br />Now that I´ve admitted to being ubberly and completely giggly happy about Michael´s return (in both Mia´s life and mine), allow me to share some other impressions on the book. If you, like me, don´t remember (or haven´t read) the other nine books, this is a quick, <span style="font-weight: bold;">spoiler</span>ly recap: JP, the rich, handsome and boringly perfect guy Lilly had been dating (and dying hair for) dumped her, dumped her good; Michael got a scholarship and was moving to live in Japan for a year (or more) to develop some robotic surgical arm, and had ommited something Mia thought was very, very important at the time, which caused them to fight and break up; weird, non-intentional kiss with JP happened (afterall he was <span style="font-style: italic;">such</span> a good friend she didn´t feel like losing him), which of course was seen by Michael and Lilly, which resulted in no best friend and no long time boyfriend and (in the IX) her behaving a little like Bella in <span style="font-style: italic;">New Moon</span>, only she was dragged to therapy and worked it out with Dr Knutz (yep); exchanged friendly email with Michael; went out with JP (who liked <span style="font-style: italic;">Beauty and the Beast</span> and all) and had press say they were dating, that later on turned out to be true. So what you need to know is that she is now friends with Lana (yeep, she proves herself to be shallow and a little too honest, but a good gal) and Tina (who, quite unfairly, I had totally forgotten about, and she´s such a great character!), and now Mia is dating JP (I´m not saying anything besides: <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh come on, he´s such a big boring clichê that looks more like a trained house pet than a boyfriend!</span>). That´s it. In almost 400 pages you get to see Michael´s return as a the millionaire who invented CardioArm, Dr Knutz´s horse stories, Grandmére´s irritating habits and shocking advices, as well as those princessy things envolving tiaras and declining suitors. And a bit of MHC learning. Thankfully this book isn´t nearly as filled with trig <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> science <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> calculus <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> chemestry hatred as the others.<br />The one thing I didn´t get was why she decided not to write about It. I mean, the book is filled with <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> the sex (or sexy) scenes from <span style="font-style: italic;">Ransom My Heart</span> (she didn´t even put any of the nice, messy family scenes!), so it´s not as if it was a censorship thing, which leaves me clueless.<br />Anyway, if you liked Mia, I think you´ll be pleased with the ending. Not to mention drool over the best and most wonderful fictional male ever created.<br /><br />C, pleeease read it so I can share the bubbliness with someone?<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">AND THAT IS THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT MAJOR HISTOCOMPATIBILITY COMPLEX IS ALL ABOUT!</span>" p267bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-3145838653443154072009-08-15T07:40:00.000-07:002009-08-15T08:12:42.789-07:00saturday morningsIt feels so great to wake up and sleeply drag yourself to the dinning table and open up the newspaper. Of course being a saturday morning I'll be spared from all the killing, raping, and robbing and guilt-free-ly go through the Vitrine section. Shallow as it may, reading about how green fingernails are the new thing and how to pick the appropriate trench coat (eventhough Brazilian winter will never be cold enough) is somewhat comforting. As long as you avoid the price tags, that is.<br />You know what I've been thinking about? Hopelessness. And not just the sort that keeps you from using your democratic rights and fight for free meds, but the sort that I feel. Not some kind of life depression either. It's the one that makes me look at cloning and healing, at politicians and journalists, at peace and justice, and say "It's not gonna work". It's not gonna happen. It's gonna stay as shitty as it always has been. And I was just wondering where the hell did that come from. Because honestly, we already live in a world built by people who saw past hopelessness and did something! We got democracy, they ruled out the kings and queens and right of birth given by God. Who ever saw that one coming?? We <span style="font-style: italic;">elect</span> people. They may be shit, but<span style="font-style: italic;"> we</span> are the ones who chose them. I would think that was going to be enough to convince us that many, many things are indeed possible. But just for the sake of arguementation, in the social part: we don't have slavery! A minority got their earned freedom. Sure, they then suffered from lack of employment and persistent prejudice and are still fighting against the latter, but a <span>minority</span> did it! How's that for freaking hope? Then we've got again right of birth, you can be respected without being fortuned enough as to be borned a nobel, you can earn that by being filthy rich. Sure, now the battle is to be respected (out of the paper) plainly for being human, but that's progress. And then finally we've got Medicine. How can I not have hope in cancer research, in AIDS research, when - well, not <span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> - long ago people died of sifilis? Flu? Cholera? When treatment was bleeding, piercing holes in your skull, or just plain praying? There <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> great improvement, which means there probably <span style="font-style: italic;">will be</span> great improvement. So where the hell did all the hopelessness come from?<br />And somehow the whole internal monologue matches so nicely with green nail polish. I love Saturdays.bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-2137449340471557462009-08-10T16:50:00.000-07:002009-08-10T17:19:57.148-07:00Reverberando sobre o Araguaia<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.estadao.com.br/blog/media/araguaia1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 252px;" src="http://blog.estadao.com.br/blog/media/araguaia1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Política e história política não são assuntos que eu prezo muito (especialmente porque tudo que eu ouvi de um lado, falam que é manipulação do outro) e que portanto não sei la muitas coisas. Entre esses assuntos está o episódio dos desaparecidos do Araguaia, que até semana passada eu não fazia idéia do que significava, e agora tenho alguma noção. A Fovest fez uma proposta no assunto, para treinar para o ENEM, o que acabou gerando bastante discussão.<br />Pelo que eu entendi, estavam lutando contra o regime vigente os que queriam a democracia e a república reinstalados e os que queriam a ditadura socialista. Eram chamados guerrilheiros e muitos desapareceram na região do Araguaia, no Amazonas, mortos por militares e enterrados em vala comum. As famílias dos guerrilheiros querem que o governo exuma os corpos para que possam ser enterrados adequadamente. Os militares (muitos deles políticos) são contra, afirmando que isso é passado e que a Anistia deu conta do recado, o que faz sentido porque muitos deles seriam condenados em qualquer corte respeitável.<br />Pessoalmente, já que é fato de que estão todos mortos, acho que a solução mais prática é avaliar quanto seria o gasto para que tais enterros fossem realizados e que, em nome e com o consentimento das mães dos guerrilheiros, o governo doasse essa quantia para um fundo de educação e/ou saúde pública; que os militares reconhecessem que o episódio foi um erro e que feriram com os direitos dos guerrilheiros (fossem eles socialistas ou não); e que fosse construído um daqueles obeliscos com os nomes de todos os assassinados, em memória.<br />O reconhecimento de que os guerrilheiros lutaram por uma causa e foram injustamente executados (se é que ainda não foi dado) é um DEVER do Estado. E, combinado com fundações de ajuda (de proteção e manutenção à democracia), deve servir talvez não como consolo, mas como um passo a mais para longe do terror da ditadura para essas mães e famílias.<br />O próximo passo seria, obviamente, julgar e condenar todos aqueles que torturaram, executaram ou feriram os direitos humanos durante o período. É assustador que tenham se passado tantos anos e NÍNGUEM tenha falado "Agora chega! Vamos fazer uma limpeza no Exército". Democracia no Brasil é realmente só uma fachada.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZLMceb_16XedyMFub7584R2HjY2VwcOLmEpJ6v7tAT_SXhQ7V0XeUIC7TkrTNVZ4WibCvUJI1QEu4H8w2CHAEbDzMZWWL2DtUPANJCAFMRd2dPt6FUUq3vV6v7UOnAUSBUVB57UDKOY4/s1600-h/imagem(1).jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZLMceb_16XedyMFub7584R2HjY2VwcOLmEpJ6v7tAT_SXhQ7V0XeUIC7TkrTNVZ4WibCvUJI1QEu4H8w2CHAEbDzMZWWL2DtUPANJCAFMRd2dPt6FUUq3vV6v7UOnAUSBUVB57UDKOY4/s320/imagem(1).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368494189216343714" border="0" /></a><br />E tudo começou com essa pérola diplomática aí do lado, que estava no gabinete do dep. fed. Jair Bonsonaro (militar ou ex-militar? Sei lá, veja na <a href="http://noticias.uol.com.br/politica/2009/05/28/ult5773u1291.jhtm">UOL</a>)bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-58605912991206474232009-08-10T10:05:00.000-07:002009-08-10T10:56:09.107-07:00Damn you, tabs!Ever since those freaking navigator tabs showed up I've been trying to control myself and not open too many of them, otherwise I get what it's happening now: two ff windows with about 15 tabs each. Which makes them a bit slow and dangerously about to shut themselves out. And that's when I should bookmark what I think it's interesting or write them down, right? But all my notes mysteriously disappear, which means Hello Bookmarks (hence all the zillion links I don't even know what are for), this morning, <span style="font-style: italic;">however</span>, I d tricked myself in the "Oh, just checking the school site and maybe Meg Cabot's for some historical novels (as if I didn't have enough to read already)" while in mum's area. SO this is my bookmark (she always gets mad at me when I fill up hers).<br />BOOKMARKS FOR THIS MORNING'S DEVIATIONS:<br /><a href="http://www.miathermopolis.com/">#1</a> Those 22 months Mia spent writing Ransom My Heart (IX-X) are online. Dunno why I like it so much. Maybe because it's almost over (just ordered the X on Cultura). Maybe because it's worriless fun. Who cares?<br /><a href="http://thebookbinge.com/2009/01/review-ransom-my-heart-by-mia.html">#2</a> A nice review on RMH (nice blog, really)<br /><a href="http://thebookbinge.com/search/label/Historical">#3</a> Their reviews on historical novels (though judging by the covers, not particularly promising - what's up with photos of bodybuilders??). She says she likes it so much I might actually give <a href="http://thebookbinge.com/2009/06/review-duke-and-i-by-julia-quinn.html">this</a> one a try.<br /><a href="http://thethrillionthpage.blogspot.com/2008/12/chapter-one.html">#4</a> "The Italian Gourmet Baby Food Baron's Ironically Pregnant Virgin Mistress" it's FUN. I didn't really understand if someone had an idea and they wrote chapters independantly or not, and due to lack of time and loathsome screen I only read the first chapter, but I certainly intend or reading the rest. (the whole thing on <a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/10947513/The-Italian-Gourmet-Baby-Food-Baron">scribd</a>)<br /><a href="http://twitter.com/bookbinge">#5</a> Following them would be useful, don't you think?<br /><a href="http://www.megcabot.com/princessdiaries/pd_v10_foreverprincess.php">#6</a> Excerpt. This plus the A+ in C's book, it's... what? Some twenty pages or so?<br /><a href="http://tumperkin.blogspot.com/">#7</a> <a href="http://alphaheroes.blogspot.com/">#8</a> May prove helpful/fun in a near future (that would envolve me reading that freaking pile and doing my homework in outstanding speed, so maybe not so near).<br /><br />Aaaaand, Dom Casmurro and mint chocolate chips it is!<br />God help mebgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-39123129170055846542009-08-01T14:45:00.000-07:002009-08-01T15:05:02.484-07:00Aquelas grudentas ideiazinhas iluministasEstava pensando naquela coluna do cara do cemento que tanto ultrajou todo mundo, e me ocorreram algumas coisinhas.<br />Primeiro, que eu não me sinto ofendida ou enojada ou acho que o cara é um ser desprezível. Ele falou algo... besta, quase sem pensar, eu diria. Meio clichezinho de riquinho até.<br />Segundo, pensei no alívio que eu senti quando estava lendo a coluna, que dizia, dentre outras cousas, que como contribuinte ele podia reclamar da situação do centro de SP. É uma idéia meio óbvia, mas ainda é um alívio lê-la. Acho que este direito ninguém contestou.<br />Lembro de um filminho que vi no cinema alguns <span style="font-style: italic;">y</span> anos atrás, era aquele do agente secreto que tinha uma cena de um molequinho conduzindo um carro que ia colidir com um trem, e o agente do lado de fora pedindo pro molequinho destravar as portas - e o molequinho fazia que não com a cabeça. Eu lembro que eu fiquei com raiva do molequinho, e ao mesmo tempo não podia nem verbalizar mentalmente a coisa porque, afinal, era só um molequinho, pra que ter raiva do molequinho? E aí alguém na sala falou "Menininho filho da ****", e eu senti uma onda de alívio por saber que não era a única. Depois disso, sem mais culpa sobre detestar molequinhos, embora tenha minhas reservas sobre menininhas.<br />E aí me lembro de Holden e tudo mais é perdoável - eu gosto porque eu gosto, eu odeio porque eu odeio, não é uma liberdade fantástica?<br />Enfim, o cara do cemento me deu a liberdade de pensar abertamente (se é que esse termo existe ou faz sentido algum) sobre tudo que tem de errado na cidade, sem culpa. Fui a única?bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-35948071296203461862009-07-31T14:52:00.001-07:002009-07-31T16:18:10.365-07:00Home Sweet Home<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc-T7UfzPdzI52TXxqI7GlN6jEMN76mKFVsRx_xpat3H89iu4YcpBBArNVMG8hGDs4orSpOUZCIVNxVa2I4ZGUyUal5NStKUfkJ-NpANC6R1PD3oi4crwvVhSk0eV56sOjVtyIzmVImvA/s1600-h/P1020594.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc-T7UfzPdzI52TXxqI7GlN6jEMN76mKFVsRx_xpat3H89iu4YcpBBArNVMG8hGDs4orSpOUZCIVNxVa2I4ZGUyUal5NStKUfkJ-NpANC6R1PD3oi4crwvVhSk0eV56sOjVtyIzmVImvA/s320/P1020594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364761420184653298" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />I was gone for less than a week and already it felt like a relief to get back home, to my messy room, in which everything sounds and smells familiar. Thank God we made it home.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I don´t know why it took us so long to realise that, as long as raining cold days go, it doesn´t really matter whether we are down or up the hill. So up the hill we went back. To good food and friendlier faces, I hope.<br /></div>I wonder if we´ll get another week of "vacations" (when you´re supposed to be stuck at home, not disseminating the virus, it´s not really a vacation, is it?).<br />I have done almost nothing I was hoping to do, which only adds to the list of things I want to do when school starts (I really should quit making lists).<br />And now I´m bored and still smelling like the beach I never went to. Funny.<br />No sand, no salty water, no real sun, not that much sunscreen and still smelling like beach.<br />Blaaaargh.<br /><br />One thing it did help was the playlist thing. I burned a CD (yeah, an mp3 CD. For some reason my cdplayer´s batteries are waaay better than the mp3 gadgets´.) with some songs I hadn´t heard for a while. Had forgotten how nice my girlie tracks were.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility: visible; margin-right: auto; width: 450px;"> <object width="435" height="270"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf"> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"> <param name="wmode" value="transparent"> <param name="flashvars" value="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart_shuffle.xml&mywidth=435&myheight=270&playlist_url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Floadplaylist.php%3Fplaylist%3D67937960%26t%3D1249078737&wid=os"> <embed style="width: 435px; visibility: visible; height: 270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/mp3player_new.swf" flashvars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.indimusic.us%2Fext%2Fpc%2Fconfig_black_noautostart_shuffle.xml&mywidth=435&myheight=270&playlist_url=http://www.indimusic.us/loadplaylist.php?playlist=67937960&t=1249078737&wid=os" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="435" border="0" height="270"></embed> </object><br /><a href="http://www.profileplaylist.net/"><img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/create_black.jpg" alt="Get a playlist!" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.mysocialgroup.com/standalone/67937960" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/launch_black.jpg" alt="Standalone player" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://www.mysocialgroup.com/download/67937960"><img src="http://www.profileplaylist.net/mc/images/get_black.jpg" alt="Get Ringtones" border="0" /></a> </div>bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-40045417549875598272009-07-31T14:47:00.001-07:002009-07-31T14:51:53.409-07:00Prom Night´s From HellNice little raining-day reading. Not scary at all, on contrary to what the back cover says.<br /><br /><b>“The Exterminator´s Daughter” by Meg Cabot</b><br />The never disappointing story of yet another cute girl and boy with a weird plot as background. MC is great because she´s never mean: you can enjoy all paragraphs without worrying if she´s going to kill some beloved cute character. [Yeah, I care when people designed to be cute die. Even if it is fictional. Shame on you, L.M.] Anyway, vampires and holly water and amazing brown eyes to go in some 50 pages.<br /><br /><b>“The Corsage” by Lauren Myracle</b><br />The cutest little characters, pretty caricaturized, but lovely nonetheless. She´s brutal, though. And I... didn´t quite follow the reason behind the final paragraphs – I kept on thinking “open the freaking door, for heaven´s sake!”, but maybe that´s got something to do with me watching enough CSIs and this being a 1902 story. The shortest and most wtf? story on the book.<br /><br /><b>“Madison Avery and the Dim Reaper” by Kim Harrison</b><br />It´s weird. It´s sad. It´s a bit Bella-ish. But it´s nice. One of those “No matter what...” stories mixed up with “Don´t get in to strangers´ cars”, you just can´t say what it is about or you´ll think it´s boring and won´t read it. So just read it. It´s 60 pages long – you cannot say you don´t have the time.<br /><br /><b>“Kiss and Tell” by Michele Jaffe</b><br />It was the last one I read because I was so anxious about S.M., but it is the one I liked the most on this book. And curiously enough, the one that most suits the book´s description: paranormal stuff. Though I caught myself thinking why, oh why, isn´t this written in first person?, I liked this Jaffe woman. She doesn´t explain most of the stuff, just suggests it, which makes it unbelievably better. And all the women are amazing – not cute, not nice, amazing. Makes you want to be a little more like Sibby and Kenzi and Miranda. Plus, she writes nicely, here´s a little teaser:<br /> <i></i><blockquote><i>Thinking, not for the first time, that life should come with a trapdoor. Just a little exit hatch you could disappear through when you´d utterly and completely mortified yourself. Or when you had spontaneous zit eruptions.<br /><br /> “Good book?” he asked, taking it from her and reading the subtitle, “A Guide for Good Girls Who (Sometimes) Want to Be Bad,” out loud.<br /><br /> But life did not come with a trapdoor.</i></blockquote><b>“Hell on Earth” Stephenie Meyer</b><br />It is surprisingly not very-Twilight-Host alike. It actually has quite a nice view on the whole Good X Bad thing. It´s nice and fun to read. Envolves demons and angels, vicious and good people. Prom, really. Freaky ending, but it´s worth it.<br /><br /><span>I now realise I can´t really talk about the plot of a 50-page long story, which makes commenting on it kinda pointless, but trust me, it´s nice. </span><br /><blockquote><br /><br /><i>“I´m trying to keep it to one heist a month,” she said, hoping for a light, ha-ha-ha-I´m-just-kidding-foxy-is-as-foxy-does tone.</i></blockquote><br /><br />280709bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-84443299884545554762009-07-24T08:31:00.000-07:002009-07-26T15:08:22.325-07:00Doomsday MachineIn Dr Strangelove a weird body fluids obsessed Army man decides to send his men to bomb Russia, knowing that there would be nothing the government could do to stop them. Later they find out Russia is in possession of a Doomsday Machine, a huge, unstoppable, computer accionable bomb that would destroy the Earth and form a toxic cloud on its surface for 98 years. The purpose of a Doomsday Machine was to tell eveyone one of its existence and make everyone fear it. Enforce peace, if I may.<br />Personally, I think it would be a brilliant solution. But I wouldn't worry too much about it accidentally going off. So what if something takes the whole Planet's life at once? Much better than being around a uranium leakage and slowly die and watch everyone else die of cancer. Much better than watching anyone die, period. It would be quick and easy. Unperceptible. Brilliant.<br />Unfortunately it seems that I'm the only one who doesn't want to save herself from Doomsday. I just got in my mail an invitation for a ceremony of an odd religion that said those exact words: "Join us and we'll save ourselves from Doomsday". They think they are the chosen ones. If they are is not the case, but chosen to watch the majority of people die while your select people live? While <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> select the select people who get to live? It's just maddening, don't you think?<br />I don't know about you, and I certainly don't know about them, but I can't find comfort in knowing that <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> will survive and Obama won't. That I will keep on breathing while everyone else decomposes or turns to mist. That my blood will be pumped just for the sake of it being pumped.<br />If doomsday does come, we've earned it. "Goodbye World, sorry for all the misfortunes, but we're just that stupid, better luck next time!"bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-28894569523329704442009-07-21T13:07:00.000-07:002009-07-26T15:08:34.305-07:00Done and digesting 'The Deathly Hallows'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN-s75cAap9asLREhw-F5E9wVgvPh0COwYip7E1okmjjAf6wCgNahAxlkqWQI5797ET7uZbBZ1vHZheCgm_1ydca5kHNCcNgM3MNvZKMe1jbw0W63GMhTQ4bAQKeFjjhcIqtDXYRsMqPs/s1600-h/snapemirrow_hallows_ellaine.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN-s75cAap9asLREhw-F5E9wVgvPh0COwYip7E1okmjjAf6wCgNahAxlkqWQI5797ET7uZbBZ1vHZheCgm_1ydca5kHNCcNgM3MNvZKMe1jbw0W63GMhTQ4bAQKeFjjhcIqtDXYRsMqPs/s320/snapemirrow_hallows_ellaine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361014970916467762" border="0" /></a>It had been a long time since I'd last hidden book and flashlight under the covers, so mum wouldn't yell at me. Eventually the batteries did run out and she did have a fit at four-thirty in the morning, but it was still so effing fantastic! I had forgotten how wonderful Hogwarts was like, with it's Great Hall and the magic rooms. I had forgotten how much I liked Mcgonagall and Hagrid and Luna and the Weasley family! I had forgotten how great it was to weep over some character's misfortune (though the sobbings probably served as well as the lamp to revealing my ignoring curfew) or to be so preoccupied when things were going all right for too long.<br />The ending was mellow and mushy, much too bravery-and-loyalty-Gryffindor to my taste. The naming of the kids made me a little angry at Ginny (<i>she</i> couldn't name any of her children?), and it felt weird reading that they've got families. But good weird, I think. They were still united, they became that big family Harry had missed so much. Keeps things hopeful. And Ron seemed the most believable of them, it would have been fun to read more about his parenting age.<br />I'll probably be thinking (and crying my heart out again, I suspect) about Snape's story for quite some time, but what I'm curious at is why these series are ending so happily. Are they all trying to give this generation some sort of hope? 'Cause I honestly believe if both of them had died, it would make a far better point. But then again, I like mean books that kill good people for good purposes, though keep on cursing their authors (still doing so for Fred).<br />Perhaps I'll succumb and buy <span style="font-style: italic;">The Tales of Beedle the Bard</span> at last.<br /><br />PS: I'm so glad the crying-over-grave-scene will not be done by Radcliffe. Thanks for sparing us, Rowling!bgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-23056655566997793002009-07-20T15:34:00.000-07:002009-07-26T15:08:47.672-07:00JornalDe quando em quando eu abro o jornal (não na Ilustrada, não na Folhateen) e tento absorver alguma coisa para não me chamar de desinformada, e geralmente acabo na Folha Corrida. É legal ver o que a redação da Folha acha importante. Semana passada saiu uma foto enorme, de uma estrutura metálica vermelha sobre um monte de destroços. Achei que era algum outro acidente de construção de metrô. Mas a legenda informava que se tratava de Nova Déli, capital da Índia. Você então pensaria que foi uma grande catástrofe e centenas de pessoas morreram - mas não, cinco pessoas morreram e 14 ficaram feridas, duas em estado grave. Perdoe a minha indiferença, mas como é que aquilo é tão importante para ter uma foto daquele tamanho nas notícias do dia?<br />Em cima tinha a foto da Paris Hilton, informando sobre o novo programa dela na MTV.<br /><br />Hoje eu estava assistindo ao Jornal Regional, e eles mostraram aquele morador de rua que foi encontrado pela família depois de uma série de reportagens que ele participou. Passaram trechos das reportagens, incluindo um repórter perguntando "É difícil encontrar trabalho?". Hmm... ó dúvida cruel...<br /><br />Acho que vou desistir da eptv.<br /><br />Malditos goblins!<br /><br />buenas nochesbgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7176095807906822904.post-33373960912885630952009-07-18T15:40:00.001-07:002009-07-26T15:09:06.047-07:00Mundungus??Who on Earth is Mundungus and why is he such a big character in Deathly Hallows? They refer to him back in Order of the Phoenix, but I just can't remember him!<br /><br />Today I did nothing. Well, nothing productive, to be fair. Woke up extremely late, again, had lunch and stuck to HP and Meg the rest of the day. It had been a while since that happened. Odd.<br /><br />If anyone has info on Mundungus that doesn't require pages and pages of descriptions, please let me know!<br /><br />'nightbgMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09281732528651448148noreply@blogger.com1