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Desagua douro de pensa mentos.
Domingo, Agosto 07, 2011
Ouvindo Guillemots - Walk the River
It's an endless conversation
With an endless voice, over endless fascination
Over endless choice, and my heart's going out of missions on imagined motorways
I never said I was right, I just hoped you thought it anyway
BANGKOK (Reuters) - For those facing a run of bad luck and wanting to start things over, one Thai temple has an unusual solution: "rehearse" death with a mock funeral, including lying down in a coffin.
O governo Barack Obama está promovendo esforços, em escala global, para produzir mecanismos de uso furtivo de internet e telefones celulares, para que dissidentes em países com regimes repressores não sejam silenciados por censores oficiais ou pelo desligamento das redes de telecomunicações locais.
O Departamento de Estado está financiando, por exemplo, a criação de redes wireless furtivas que permitiriam a ativistas políticos se comunicarem fora do alcance de seus governos em países como o Irã, a Síria e a Líbia, de acordo com integrantes desse programa.
Via IRIS: Beautiful Boxer - dir Ekachai Uekrongtham (Thai, 2004)
Um lutador do violento kickboxing movendo-se com a delicadeza de mulher: versão em filme da vida real do transexual Nong Toom. Simultaneamente nos generos de superação esportiva & de libelo sexual. Maravilhoso.
RIO - O umbigo de uma pessoa costuma abrigar de 60 a cem espécies de bactérias, fungos e leveduras, de acordo com uma nova pesquisa.
Apesar de termos encontrado cerca de 60 espécies numa pessoa comum, achamos mais de 1.400 espécies em geral, o que mostra que as diferenças entre os indivíduos são grandes - disse Rob Dunn,
They were like cannibals, eating their own party and leaders alive. They were like vampires, draining the country’s reputation, credit rating and compassion. They were like zombies, relentlessly and mindlessly coming back again and again to assault their unnerved victims, Boehner and President Obama. They were like the metallic beasts in “Alien” flashing mouths of teeth inside other mouths of teeth, bursting out of Boehner’s stomach every time he came to a bouquet of microphones.
Unfortunately, Obama cowered under his seat during the D.C. horror movie and now plans to try to hide behind his Supercommittee. But the Tea Party slashers roaming the corridors of the Capitol have feasted without resistance on delicious victims and will only grow bolder.
In other words, the president is going to need a bigger boat.
Combinamos que enquanto escrevessemos os nossos livros trocaríamos de casas. Os ambientes estranhos nos levariam a outros mundos e nos instigariam a imaginação. Além do que, o romance dele era ambientado no Rio e o meu em São Paulo; e, assim, vivendo cada qual nas devidas cidades dos cenários, poderíamos nos imbeber das sensações locais.
These last few months, much of the country has watched in horror as the Tea Party Republicans have waged jihad on the American people. Their intransigent demands for deep spending cuts, coupled with their almost gleeful willingness to destroy one of America’s most invaluable assets, its full faith and credit, were incredibly irresponsible. But they didn’t care. Their goal, they believed, was worth blowing up the country for, if that’s what it took.
You know what they say: Never negotiate with terrorists. It only encourages them.
Via IRIS: Runaway Train - dir Konchalovsky, rot Edward Bunker (EUA, 1985)
Elogiado como filme de ação com densidade: Jon Voight e Eric Roberts, dois fugitivos presos num trem desembestado (Unstoppable? ), segundo filme do diretor russo nos EUA. Achei fraco, mal desenvolvido, apesar das boas cenas no trem. Preferiria ver o anterior, Maria´s Lovers, que pelo menos tem Nastassia Kinski.
He paused to loosen his tie. Unbutton his shirt. Take off his pants.
“He’s buck-naked — Lord have mercy!” a woman said, stopping to gawk at, loudly judge and then photograph a sudden expanse of flesh.
It was “an educational attempt,” he said, “to lend more transparency to Wall Street, a street which is so damn mysterious.” Drawing on the common fear of appearing in public naked, he hoped to create “an absurdist Freudian nightmare” of nude employment: “Wall Street, exposed,” as he put it.
"In the song, London's got zombies wandering around, the river's flooding, and the policemen are beating everyone up," says Connor. "So it's not much of a way of saying, 'Hey, come and watch our beach volleyball — you'll have a great time.'"
Connor says the song's opening line, "London calling to the faraway towns," was a battle cry for a different struggle — the cultural war that punk rock had ushered in.
Via IRIS: The Mission - dir Roland Joffee (EUA, 1986)
Um grande filme. Tema dramático, ótimos atores (a começar por Jeremy Irons e Roberto de Niro), fotografia deslumbrante (Chris Menges) e, acima de tudo, a trilha sonora arrebatadora de Ennio Morricone.
Someone’s hiding in the bushes with a telephoto lens While their editor assures them, the means justify the end Because we only hunt celebrities, it’s all a bit of fun But the Scousers never buy The Sun
While the parents of the missing girl cling desperately to hope And a copper takes improper payments in a thick brown envelope And no one in the newsroom asks where is this headline from But the Scousers never buy The Sun
Tabloids making millions betting bollocks baffles brains And they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains And they say "Well, all we’re doing is giving people what they want" Well, they’re crying out for justice, people crying out for justice
And the man they call "The Digger" casts a proprietary eye Over what goes on in the gutter and what happens in the Sky And he claims he’s fit and proper, and the watchdog sings his song But the Scousers never buy The Sun
International executives, they hang their heads in shame And tell us with their hands on heart that the paperboy’s to blame But you who love that kiss’n’tell, you must bear some guilt as well Scousers never buy The Sun
Tabloids make their money betting bollocks baffles brains And they cynically hold up their hands if anyone complains And they say, "All we’re doing is giving people what they want" Well, they’re crying out for justice, people crying out for justice
In the corridors of power they all sit down to sup With the devil and his minions, and they ask for his opinions And the politicians wring their hands and cry, "What’s to be done?" But Scousers never buy The Sun
No one comes out looking good when all is said and done But Scousers never buy The Sun.
Não
é só no Brasil que rola gritaria & inveja com artistas que estariam
ganhando dinheiro demais. Polêmica no estado americano de Minnesota
porque Neil Gaiman recebeu 45 mil dólares para uma palestra de 4 horas
na rádio pública estadual. Deputados querem agora reduzir as verbas da
rádio.