FEIST

Weekends were always time to have fun, to go out with my kid, movies, pizza, stuff like that. Now they're shorter and I'm tired, cross and sleepy all the time.
What is different? Time to think about it.
I really am concious now that I've been bitter (?), cross, bad humoured, angry, FEIST but I've always thought that something must've happened and I was reacting to that but now I've been told otherwise.
Yes, "I've been told" otherwise. A guy, German guy, I knew when I was 18 told me I was already like this when we met.

This is going nowhere but I promise I'm thinking hard about this and I'll come up with something.

HAPPY TOWEL DAY!

The Greatness Of Towels is found in Chapter 3 of Doug Adams' work The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy:

"A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-boggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough."

Doug Adams died on May 11, 2001. On May 14 of that year, one of his fans, D. Clyde Williamson, posted a tribute to Mr. Adams including a proposal that a date two weeks after his passing should be observed as Towel Day.

May 25th continues to be observed annually as Towel Day as an ongoing tribute to Douglas Adams.

NERD PRIDE! Let's hit the streets!

About @beforethedoor

I'm being followed by @beforethedoor on Twitter and feel the need to say why: the account was mine and I set it to follow me.

Before The Door (www.beforethedoor.com) is a production company founded by Corey Moosa, Neal Dodson and Zachary Quinto, Carnegie Mellon buddies, in the business of movie making and culture shaking. I'm not related in any way whatsoever to that production company or their partners aside from being a huge fan of ZQ's work (and his eyebrows, of course).

Last April I checked to see if they were already on Twitter. Once they weren't yet, I openned the account @beforethedoor and kept it quiet, without updates, without "movement".

Last Thursday I checked the e-mail account where I registered @beforethedoor to and found out I was suddenly being followed by many. One of them was ZQ's account. Right away I sent him a DM explaining @beforethedoor was his at his request and I'd directly send the password when he asked for it. Five minutes later I got a DM from him (YAY!!!!) being very polite.

Obviously I send the password imediately and I guess the guys didn't have the heart to stop following me and that's why I'm still on their list.

I wasn't going to tell anybody (brag) about receiving DM from ZQ but suddenly people are following me just because @beforethedoor is too and I don't want anybody to be misled about it. Just keeping it real.

They're nice, polite and generous guys, really, and I wish them and their business all success in this Galaxy.

Advice

A not-quite-friend once said to me "don't come back to a place you once were happy". At first I didn't understand what the saying meant and it took me some time, actually several months till I could grab its meaning.

Another fact is that all the social media allowed me - well, allowed everybody - to search and eventually find people that once in the past had a part in my life.

Regardless of quantum physics, time is a line that runs in only one direction for a reason: things and people of one's past should remain there. I met some people from my past and "going back to a place I once was happy" has been disappointing and spoiled the good memories I had and now my present and my past both suck.

So here's my piece of advice for all humankind: cherish your memories, your past, but leave it be. Don't ever go back to a place you were once happy.


PS: pic is just an eye candy.

Sonnet CXXXII - WS

Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Have put on black, and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of Heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even
Doth half that glory to the sober west
As those two mourning eyes become thy face:
O let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me since mourning soth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Then will I swear beauty herself is black,
And all they foul thy complexion lack.




Eu amo os olhos teus e eles, como apiedados,
sabendo a quanta dor teu desdém me condena,
de espesso luto sempre e em lágrimas banhados
se compungem perante essa terrível fena.
E, certo, nem o Sol, em matutina hora,
fazendo resplandecer a face do oriente,
nem a estrela que o acaso, ao escurecer, decora,
podem nunca irradiar graça tão surpreendente,
como a que os olhos teu dão, chorando, à tua face.
Oh! Deixa que em tua alma, então, o pranto influa,
se o pranto, assim, te faz mais belo; que te engrace
todo o ser o sentir que em teus olhos atua.
Então eu jurarei só haver beleza triste,
ou que, sem tua feição, beleza não existe.

Sonnet CXVI - WS

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! It is an ever fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.



De almas sinceras a união sincera
Nada há que impeça: amor não é amor
Se quando encontra obstáculos se altera
Ou se vacila ao mínimo temor.

Amor é um marco eterno, dominante,
Que encara a tempestade com bravura;
É astro que norteia a vela errante
Cujo valor se ignora, lá na altura.

Amor não teme o tempo, muito embora
Seu alfanje não poupe a mocidade;
Amor não se transforma de hora em hora,

Antes se afirma, para a eternidade.
Se isto é falso, e que é falso alguém provou,
Eu não sou poeta, e ninguém nunca amou.

Flight

I live with a condition for almost ten years now. It's not physical and I'm not going to die of it.
The thing is, why people tend to look down on you because of it? I can't function like everybody else but I got all sorts of demands.
I had a lot of "friends" and they're all gone now. No one could take my idiosyncrasies and just defected.

The question I put before you is: why do I have to be a friend when my so called friends are not? I won't and if you don't respect me or my illness, well... FUCK OFF!

PS: Rodin's Gate of Hell

Star Trek - a new begining

Last friday I saw Star Trek on its opening day. OMFG! It was fascinating. The movie is really, really good. So good I actually went for another round last Sunday, just 2 days after, and I'm going to see it again at least once in a movie theatre.
I'm 60's born but I'm a 70's child that was raised watching Star Trek reruns from the crib on. Being able to watch Star Trek and enjoy it again means the world to me.
A very important aspect is Spock, his indiference, distance and detachment were always reference in my mind. I have always admired logic over passion. He's been even an aesthetic model for my interests. Actually, Spock has so huge a rip in my likings that somehow I managed to love Zachary Quinto way before I knew he was going to be next Spock. I guess I got the SPOCK VIBE from him; he was really the right choice.

Today

Throughout this week I've planned a upbeat post BUT something happened and now I'm not in that mood anymore. Hate surprises. The bright side is I adapt to changes quite easily.

The second issue today is I've been writing down a list of life's awesome things and I'm going to share it here. Of course awesomeness is directly proportional to personal experiences and background so don't think I'm expecting applauses.

Last, but never least, how cute Damian Lewis looks in an uniform?

Too Many Days Off

Looks like we had too much days off here. Three three-days-weekends for the last 3 or 4 weeks sure make your pace go down. I've been sleeping a lot. Well, not a lot but only during daytime.
Life is like a blur, a sleepy blur.

Parece que temos tido demais dias de folga aqui. Três finais de semana prolongados nas últimas 3 ou 4 semanas certamente diminuem o compasso. Tenho domido muito. Bem, não muito mas somente durante o dia. A vida é um borrão, um borrão sonolento.