Looking into the future one day at a time.
In: friday zen
10 Apr 2009In: friday zen
3 Apr 2009
“You know, there really isn’t anything you can do now, is there? No use crying about it.”
“There’s always something you can do…”
“Yes… but look, it’s dead! The only thing to do is give it a proper burial!”
“Well… we could go back in time…”
“Absolutely not! I just ate! You know how I get when we travel on a full stomach… Besides, it’s path was marked long before we’d crossed it. It wouldn’t change anything.”
“We won’t know until we try, will we? Worst possibility, we just get a nagging feeling of deja-vu…”
“And an upset stomach, thank you very very much! No good will come of it, I tell you…”
“Don’t try that ominous voice on me. It just makes you sound like you have to go… badly.”
“I will have to go, after this…”
And just like that, whether by chance or fate, they went back in time, and took me with them.
In retrospect, I realize falling asleep in the scottish countryside was inviting strange events into my life, but the last few months had been strange in their own right. You could almost say I had been preparing for this moment…
(note: I have tons of beginnings a, bit like this one, scribbled on notebooks, loose sheets of paper and down the margins of school books and dossiers. This one has been pretty persistent in getting out and I’ll try to see where it goes next, but no promises…)
(another note: it really should go with a drawing… I can see it in my mind, but I just can’t put it anywhere else.)
In: news
31 Mar 2009Teve lugar já vai fazer duas semanas, mas é assim a vida de um estudante de mestrado. Aqui seguem as fotos que a Tia Gui tirou com a minha máquina e alguns links para os vídeos que estão no youtube.
In: news
31 Mar 2009Foi no dia 17 de Março que se reuniu pela primeira vez de uma forma primitiva o Concilium Thunnus (ortografia ainda por definir, eu gosto mais assim…), num dos meus poisos favoritos, o Chez Pinky. Desta vez sem cartaz a acompanhar, mas com mais fotografias, como podem ver mais abaixo.
Do encontro resultou um primeiro esboço dos “Estatutos e Regulamento” da grandiosa Tuna Académica da Faculdade de Medicina Veterinária de Lisboa, VETuna para os amigos. Este esboço já começou a ser discutido com veemência entre Coisos, Caloiros e Tunos, o que me deixa em tudo satisfeito. Apesar de termos sobrevivido tanto tempo sem lenço nem documento, considero importante que haja alguma estrutura para avançar com os nossos planos de domínio mundial. Ou então é apenas uma forma de prolongar a dinastia tirânica iniciada por Nuno “Pêssego” Sousa, que de doce não tinha nada! Apesar de não estarmos tão presentes, continuarão sob o nosso jugo…até a próxima revolução.
Só mais uma nota em relação às fotografias. Têm um aspecto granulado (leia-se, feio) devido ao ambiente místico que se vivia nessa noite (leia-se, com pouca luz). Além disso, apesar do que possa parecer, nenhum tuno foi maltratado na elaboração deste documento.
In: musical monday
30 Mar 2009
I have a list of songs I would like to post about, which is usually where I go to when monday starts to draw near. This one, however, came out of nowhere.
The singer, brazilian Marisa Monte, is very well known to me for well over a decade. The album, Universo ao Meu Redor, from 2006, is a return to her samba roots, but according to her, “focused more on the atmosphere surrounding samba than on samba itself, on its most frequent subjects- love, nature, music itself, the human condition, the singing of the birds, our back yards, and lives lived together through art… ”
Yesterday I got in the car and started to search for a CD to listen to, because the road I’d be taking had no decent radio reception. Just like that, this one fell out of the pack. Being a firm believer in serendipity, I looked no further and popped the CD in the player. I leave you with a song which was on my mind a lot, a little over a year ago. It talks about love, change, unpredictability, and today it tells me to look forward, not back. And I say thank you in return.
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Thanks for your time.
Pois tudo o que se sabe do amor
É que ele gosta muito de jogar
E pode aparecer onde ninguém ousaria supor
In: self
27 Mar 2009Post retroactivo… se isso existir. Não era isto que eu tinha escrito ontem, mas o computador demonstrou ser mais sábio do que eu e bloqueou antes que pudesse carregar no botão para publicar… Quando voltei a casa à noite o que tinha escrito não transmitia o que eu sentia. Acho que nada transmite. Não sou religioso, mas encontro algum conforto numa das “cinco lembranças” do budismo (tradução minha, a partir daqui):
“A natureza de tudo o que me é querido e todos que eu amo é a impermanência. Não existe forma de evitar ser separado deles.”
Seguem-se as únicas fotos que ficaram dos meus 30 anos… e algumas horas. Peço desculpa pela qualidade, mas ao fim de trinta anos não se pode exigir muito mais
In: friday zen
27 Mar 2009In: letters
27 Mar 2009Tendo em conta que as nossas criações não nos pertencem, esta “vai para o ar” sem permissão e será censurada posteriormente, se assim for entendido. No entanto, existem dedicatórias que devem ser públicas, ou tão públicas quanto este blog permitir…
Nunca me considerei poeta, mas sempre gostei do desafio da rima e do verso. Além disso, o amor tem sempre algo de piroso e lamechas… tanto mais quanto mais puro for o amor…ou maior a alcolémia!
escrevo-te aqui sentado,
sob um lindo luar,
enquanto mesmo ao meu lado,
tenho um Juca a pastar
pergunto-me seriamente
qual é a minha intenção,
respondo que quero mesmo
falar-te com emoção.
In: self
25 Mar 2009Bidjibah.
“It’s not offensive, is it?” asked a friend in a previous comment. No it’s not, but it doesn’t mean anything either. It’s not my name, though I have used it as a nickname and pseudonym on and off for, almost twenty years! In fact, if you google it, you’ll find my profile on Last.fm and Deviantart.
So, what is in a name?
I remember being around 10 years old, when our parents bought us our first personal computer worthy of that name: an Apple Macintosh LC. After a couple of months exploring all the software which had come with it, I was ready for more. These were different times and the internet wasn’t readily available, well, to anyone I knew. Instead, I just bought a few packs of floppy disks and got in touch with the shop owner who’d sold us the Mac in the first place. He cordially filled all the floppys with all the software he’d got from… other people, I guess. Different times, heh?
Amidst all that abundance of freeware, shareware, and… other software was a copy of Adobe Photoshop. No serial number, no online activation, just a registration form to print-out and send by snail-mail. I wasn’t going to print it out anyway, but some moral dilemma inside me forced me to make up the name you see on the top of this webpage. Now, I have been the author of a few works of art (subjective definition), but this is one of the earliest memories I have of actually creating something out of nothing.
Even after so many years, it was my first choice when I started looking for a domain to register. I’m glad I did. It keeps growing on me.
Thanks for your time.
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