Uma pessoa que eu chamava de amigo publicou um email que mandou para mim em particular no blog dele para ridicularizar as minhas opiniões e as mensagens que eu envio.
Não, ele não era meu amigo.
Foi um ato vergonhoso e covarde. Ele me mandou o email em particular, eu preferi não responder, para não criar polêmica e não perder o amigo. Eu nem imaginava que ele tinha me humilhado em público - e na traição, sem nem me falar.
Definitivamente ele não era meu amigo.
O pior é que essa pessoa é editor de outro blog onde há alguns dias atrás tinha sido postado o meu texto sobre suicídio. Um lindo texto onde eu falo sobre desespero, sobre socorrer pessoas, sobre solidão (esse texto vai voltar aqui no chá em breve). Eu me senti, além de humilhada, usada. Eu tinha orgulho quando meus textos iam parar no outro blog dele.
Bacana, não?
Sobre essa mesma questão das discussões políticas, leiam o meu texto do Digestivo, onde COM TODA A ÉTICA e com TODO O RESPEITO pelas pessoas e seus sentimentos, e respeitando a privacidade das correspondências eletrônicas, sobre a qual existe até mesmo uma lei, eu não cito nome de nenhuma pessoa que me mandou email agressivo.
Domingo, avaliem bem em quem vocês votam, pra não votar em pessoas que fazem coisas assim.
Nota posterior: não consigo entender pessoas que usam o argumento “são todos bandidos, vote nos bandidos que já estão lá”.
Não entendo, alguém faz um desenho?
Preciso registrar aqui o quanto o apoio do cinematógrafo Carlos Ebert à minha indignação me enche de orgulho e felicidade. É bom saber que a minha maneira de pensar, ética e correta tem o apoio de uma pessoa de tamanho gabarito, que tanto já fez no cinema brasileiro e pela educação da população em audiovisual. Fez valer o aborrecimento e a humilhação de ser traída e exposta em público dessa maneira.
Nota 02: como é véspera de eleição pipocam os emails. Acabei de receber dois emails de amigos meus que têm uma posição diferente da minha. Diferente desse indivíduo que publicou meu email e me transformou em alvo de humilhação, não vou publicar os emails que recebi, não vou responder grosseiramente a eles nem divulgar os nomes dos remetentes para fazê-los de alvo dos que discordam deles.
Isso se chama ética e respeito.
Nota 3: Consegui, depois de vários emails, que meu nome fosse removido do tal blog. O rapaz tem toda a liberdade de dizer o que quiser no blog dele, mas não tem direito de apedrejar ninguém. Não tem o direito de me usar de alvo para as críticas dele. Não tem o direito de publicar um email como se fosse uma discussão entre eu e ele - o que não era, aliás. Não tem o direito de usar meu nome para se promover (eu tenho muito mais leitores que ele).
“I’m a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world. Life in plastic, it’s fantastic!”
Eu tirei essa foto no outro dia, quando fui com um grande amigo comer paeja (é isso que se escreve?) no Dom Curro. Fiquei olhando esse manequim vestido de toureiro diante dessa pintura com ares de Goya (será isso um Goya?) e pensando. O toureiro virou plástico. A tourada virou memória.
“I have always enjoyed reverse technology. People tend to always think the better the camera, the better the picture. I believe the better the concept, the better the picture. If you have a great concept, the camera really doesn’t matter. The Diana is very easy, sometimes too easy (I call it easy art). It helps out people that don’t have any concept or talent. Like Polaroid transfers, or now scanner art. So, I walk a fine line using a plastic Diana camera. I believe if you have a good concept, then the Diana can just enhance it; romanticize it. My favorite, best images people don’t know what kind of camera was used.” - Mark Sink
“Empire” de Jean Michel Basquiat
“I start a picture and I finish it. I don’t think about art while I work. I try to think about life.” - Jean Michel Basquiat
Download de livros, gratuito.
Caminha, Einstein, Herculano, Aluízio Azevedo, Álvares de Azevedo, Aristóteles, Augusto Comte, Augusto dos Anjos, Bertrand Russell, Blaise Pascal, Camilo Castelo Branco, Castro Alves, Cícero, Eça de Queiróz, Erasmo de Roterdã (Elogio da loucura!!!), Euclides da Cunha, Francis Bacon, Frederico Nietzsche e muitos outros. Os textos são de domínio público, por isso estão sendo distribuídos.
Um amigo meu viu o vídeo do David Byrne (Talking Heads) que eu postei aqui outro dia e pediu mais material do David Byrne. Vamos lá:
Trailer do 15 aniversário do Show “Stop Making Sense”
de onde, aliás, retirei a versão ao vivo da música “Once in a lifetime”:
O show existe em vídeo, foi produzido em 1984 e dirigido por Jonathan Demme, que depois faria “O Silêncio dos Inocentes” e “Filadélfia”.
Wild Wild Life
Esse videoclipe é parte do filme True Stories (1986) que eu recomendo MUITO todo mundo assistir.
No videoclipe abaixo, John Goodman, que faz um dos personagens do filme, e uma sátira a diversos roqueiros e bandas populares da época.
Im wearin Fur pyjamas
I ride a Hot potata
Its tickling my fancy
Speak up, I cant hear you
Here on this mountaintop
Woahoho I got some wild, wild life
I got some news to tell ya
Woahoho About some wild, wild life
Here comes the doctor in charge
Woahoho Shes got some wild, wild life
Aint that the way you like it?
Ho, ha! Living wild, wild life.
I wrestle, with your conscience
You wrestle, with your partner
Sittin on a window sill, but he
Spends time behind closed doors
Check out mr. businessman
Oh, ho ho He bought some wild, wild life
On the way to the stock exchange
Oh, ho ho He got some wild, wild life
Break it up when he opens the door
Whoahoho Hes doin wild, wild life
I know thats the way you like it
Wo ho Living wild, wild life
Peace of mind? Piece of cake!
Thought control!
You get on board anytime you like
Like sittin on pins and needles
Things fall apart, its scientific
Sleeping on the interstate
Woah ho ah Getting wild, wild life
Checkin in, a checkin out!
Uh, huh! I got a wild, wild life
Spending all of my money and time
Oh, ho ho Done too much wild, wild
We wanna go, where we go, where we go
Oh, ho ho! I doing wild, wild
I know it, thats how we start
Uh, huh Got some wild, wild life
Take a picture, here in the daylight
Oh, ho! And its a wild, wild life
Youve grown so tall, youve grown so fast
Oh, ho ho Wild, wild
I know thats the way you like it
Oh, ho! Living wild wild wild wild, life.
Burning Down The House
Watch out
You might get what youre after
Cool babies
Strange but not a stranger
Im an ordinary guy
Burning down the house
Hold tight wait till the partys over
Hold tight were in for nasty weather
There has got to be a way
Burning down the house
Heres your ticket pack your bag: time for jumpin overboard
The transportation is here
Close enough but not too far, maybe you know where you are
Fightin fire with fire
All wet
Hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown
Dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house
It was once upon a place sometimes I listen to myself
Gonna come in first place
People on their way to work baby what did you except
Gonna burst into flame
My house
Sout of the ordinary
Thats might
Dont want to hurt nobody
Some things sure can sweep me off my feet
Burning down the house
No visible means of support and you have not seen nuthin yet
Everythings stuck together
I dont know what you expect starring into the tv set
Fighting fire with fire
Road to Nowhere
Well we know where were goin
But we dont know where weve been
And we know what were knowin
But we cant say what weve seen
And were not little children
And we know what we want
And the future is certain
Give us time to work it out
Were on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin that ride to nowhere
Well take that ride
Im feelin okay this mornin
And you know,
Were on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go
Chorus
Maybe you wonder where you are
I dont care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there…take you there
Were on a road to nowhere
Were on a road to nowhere
Were on a road to nowhere
Theres a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
And its all right, baby, its all right
And its very far away
But its growing day by day
And its all right, baby, its all right
They can tell you what to do
But theyll make a fool of you
And its all right, baby, its all right
Were on a road to nowhere
And She Was
And she was lying in the grass
And she could hear the highway breathing
And she could see a nearby factory
Shes making sure she is not dreaming
See the lights of a neighbors house
Now shes starting to rise
Take a minute to concentrate
And she opens up her eyes
The world was moving and she was right there with it (and she was)
The world was moving she was floating above it (and she was) and she was
And she was drifting through the backyard
And she was taking off her dress
And she was moving very slowly
Rising up above the earth
Moving into the universe
Drifting this way and that
Not touching ground at all
Up above the yard
Chorus
She was glad about it… no doubt about it
She isnt sure where shes gone
No time to think about what to tell them
No time to think about what shes done
And she was
And she was looking at herself
And things were looking like a movie
She had a pleasant elevation
Shes moving out in all directions
Chorus
Joining the world of missing persons (and she was)
Missing enough to feel alright (and she was)
Nothing but flowers
Here we stand
Like an Adam and an Eve
Waterfalls
The Garden of Eden
Two fools in love
So beautiful and strong
The birds in the trees
Are smiling upon them
From the age of the dinosaurs
Cars have run on gasoline
Where, where have they gone?
Now, it’s nothing but flowers
There was a factory
Now there are mountains and rivers
you got it, you got it
We caught a rattlesnake
Now we got something for dinner
we got it, we got it
There was a shopping mall
Now it’s all covered with flowers
you’ve got it, you’ve got it
If this is paradise
I wish I had a lawnmower
you’ve got it, you’ve got it
Years ago
I was an angry young man
I’d pretend
That I was a billboard
Standing tall
By the side of the road
I fell in love
With a beautiful highway
This used to be real estate
Now it’s only fields and trees
Where, where is the town
Now, it’s nothing but flowers
The highways and cars
Were sacrificed for agriculture
I thought that we’d start over
But I guess I was wrong
Once there were parking lots
Now it’s a peaceful oasis
you got it, you got it
This was a Pizza Hut
Now it’s all covered with daisies
you got it, you got it
I miss the honky tonks,
Dairy Queens, and 7-Elevens
you got it, you got it
And as things fell apart
Nobody paid much attention
you got it, you got it
I dream of cherry pies,
Candy bars, and chocolate chip cookies
you got it, you got it
We used to microwave
Now we just eat nuts and berries
you got it, you got it
This was a discount store,
Now it’s turned into a cornfield
you got it, you got it
Don’t leave me stranded here
I can’t get used to this lifestyle
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