the second next best thing after receiving a postcard has to be knowing someone else got the one you’ve sent them.
and 2 people got postcards from me already! :D
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red circle interlude
disclaimer: this post contains blood related descriptions.
situation #1: a long time ago, when my brother was a baby, he fell of my grandma’s iron bed once, and made a cut just under his eyebrow. the kid wouldn’t stop screaming, the blood wouldn’t stop coming out of his “eye”… my dad had a panic attack and fainted in the bathroom. mom had to grab joão and walk about a kilometer to the hospital, where they stitched him.
situation #2: my dad has a tow truck (one of those “sos trucks” to carry broken vehicles). a few months ago, when he was unloading a car, it accidently ran over one of his fingers, which expanded to the size of a small cookie. he finished the job and then came home (driving!!) with the finger dripping blood all over, but very very calm. mom cleaned and wrapped it and then scheduled the hero an x-ray scan in the hospital.
we’re very alike, my dad and i, in a way. we can take our own stuff rather well. but other’s pain… it hurts.
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yellow
It was important to us to have a bright, highlighting color. Not black or white
that would have made the signs disappear, Steinbrener said. Aside from the visual impact, we wanted to create a discourse about the environment in the public space, thats happening now.
delete! is an instalation by Christoph Steinbrener and Rainer Dempf, on which they, well, “deleted” brands out of the landscape, in Wiener Neubaugasse.
the whole concept sounds… intriguing. we’re just so used to signs, brands and labels everywhere, and in a way, they are part of the urban magic. when i look at the pictures from their instalation, i realize how much “space” (both physical and in terms of atention) these signs occupy on our everyday strolls.
seems fresh, with a certain touch of freedom.
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number five, with a bullet
“top 5 things i miss about laura.
one. sense of humour. very dry, but it can also be warm and forgiving. and she’s got one of those best of all times laughs in the history of all times laughs, she laughs with her entire body.
two. she’s got character, or at least she had character before the ian nightmare. she’s loyal and honest and she doesn’t even take it out on peple when she’s having a bad day. that’s character.
three. i miss her smell. and the way she tastes. it’s mistery human chemestry and i don’t understand it. some people, as far as your senses are concerned just… feel like home.
four. i really dig the way she walks around. it’s like she doesn’t care about what she looks or what she projects, and it’s not that she doesn’t care, she’s not affected, i guess. and that gives her grace.
and five. she does this thing in bed when she can’t get to sleep, she kind of half moans and then rubs her feet together an equal number of times… it just kills me.”
(rob gordon in high fidelity.)
i have a peculiarly undefined taste in movies. and usually, when i like one, i find it difficult to make a decent critic, i can’t quite clearly define or point what makes me want to see it again, why bits of it keep showing in my head.
the same thing goes on with high fidelity. i’m sure though, it had something to do with john cusack’s character, rob. the way he rants on an endless introspection on his life. his dialogues, his thoughts, the way he day-dreams around… so close to our everyday doubts and ups and downs… and his obsessive compulsive character, making lists all the time, organizing records auto-biographically, etc… then of course, the schizophrenic maniac duo of obscure geeks, deeply music saavy: dick (todd louiso) and barry (jack black). both funny and strange, and yet, so familiar… and music. the whole vinyl record store thing… the way the tunes blend with music metaphores and jump right out at people’s life. everything is related to music here.
anyway, go watch it.
uma nota pequenina para lembrar que hoje há masaya fantasista na rum (entrevista às 6 e pouco, no rum upload), mais logo no porto, no maus hábitos (com nel assassin e fuse) e amanhã à noite em braga de novo, no house caffe. apareçam!
ps – os exames já acabaram mas de cada vez que abro a página do público, há mais mortos em londres e incêndios em portugal… estou meia aparvalhada.