Este homem fascina-me

Não me acontece amiúde mas a verdade é que alguns homens fascinam-me. Este cientista e divulgador científico, Brian Cox,  é um deles. Fica o registo e uma pequena homenagem na forma do vídeo da palestra que deu no âmbito da conferências TED Talks. Porque mesmo em tempos de crise (económica e de valores humanos) a Ciência e a Exploração fazem parte de nós e são dois dos traços que nos distinguem dos demais animais que povoam o planeta Terra.

Florence + The Machine - Shake it Out (The Weeknd Remix)

Poucas remisturas acrescentam algo de novo à obra original. Para mim este tema da Florence (já de sim um épico por moto próprio) adquire não uma mas várias, novas, dimensões depois de trabalhado pelo jovem músico de Toronto conhecido como The Weeknd, após convite da própria Florence Welch + a sua machine. Ouve-se pelo resultado que tanto um (criadora original) quanto o outro (re-"inventador") sabem do que fazem.

Palavra final para o 3º álbum de remisturas que o Abel Tesfaye colocou há dois dias para download gratuito no seu sítio oficial, Echoes of Silence de seu nome. A minha prenda natalícia para o sapatinho de quem me segue.

Note to self...

Não olhar para trás (?).

"Todos nós vivemos do passado, e pelo passado morremos."

Goethe

Foto: lauralaingphotography.com

Bon Iver - for Emma

[Narrator:]"So aproposSaw death on a sunny snow"
[Him:]"For every life..."
[Her:]"forego the parable."
[Him:]"Seek the light."
[Her:]"...my knees are cold."
Running homeRunning homeRunning homeRunning home
[Her:]"Go find another lover;To bring a- to string along!"
"With all your lies,You're still very lovable."
"I toured a lightSo many foreign roadsFor Emma, forever ago."

Arcade Fire presents Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)

Dos subúrbios, ao som do álbum de 2010.



They heard me singing and they told me to stop,Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock,These days, my life, I feel it has no purpose,But late at night the feelings swim to the surface.Cause on the surface the city lights shine,They're calling at me, "come and find your kind."
Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small,That we can never get away from the sprawl,Living in the sprawl,Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,And there's no end in sight,I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.
We rode our bikes to the nearest park,Sat under the swings, we kissed in the dark,We shield our eyes from the police lights,We run away, but we don't know why,And like a mirror these city lights shine,They're screaming at us, "we don't need your kind."
Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small,That we can never get away from the sprawl,Living in the sprawl,Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,And there's no end in sight,I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.
They heard me singing and they told me to stop,Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock.
Sometimes I wonder if the world's so small,Can we ever get away from the sprawl?Living in the sprawl,Dead shopping malls rise like mountains beyond mountains,And there's no end in sight,I need the darkness someone please cut the lights.

Ho Ho Ho...

A todos os visitantes deste espaço pessoal e transmissível, VIPs ou não, desejo que os festejos de Natal sigam da forma como os conceberam. Boas Festas.

A Star is Born

Birth of a Star from Tom Lowe on Vimeo.

“This movie presents a visualization of the star-forming region known as S106. This unique three-dimensional view illustrates and emphasizes that many of the objects contained within astronomical images are not at the same distance, but, in fact, spread across light-years of space. The Hubble image is augmented with additional field-of-view from the Subaru Infrared Telescope. The stars and the lobes of glowing gas from the Hubble/Subaru two-dimensional image have been separated and sculpted using both scientific knowledge and artistic license to create the depth in the movie. Of note, the relative distances between stars and the nebula have been greatly compressed.”

-NASA

James Blake - A Case of You

Hoje (?) estou assim. Sinto cada palavra deste poema como a unha de uma criatura selvagem a cravejar-se-me pelas costas abaixo. Consigo mesmo sentir o cheiro do (meu) sangue. Mas não me sai das costas (afinal), vem do mais profundo da minh'alma...




Just before our love got lost, you said
"I am as constant as a northern star"
And I said, "Constantly in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be at the bar."

On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice
Oh you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
Oh I would still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid

I remember that time you told me you said
"Love is touching souls"
Surely you touched mine
'Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
"Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed"

Oh but you are in my blood
You're my holy wine
You taste so bitter, bitter and so sweet

Oh, I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh I would still be on my feet

Beirut - Port of Call

And I, I called through the air that night
A calm sea voiced with a lie
I could only smile, I've been alone some time
And all, and all, it's been fine

And you, you had hope for me now
I danced all around it somehow
Be fair to me, I may drift a while
Were it up to me, you know I'd

I, I called through the air that night
The faults were swarming inside
Was it infantile, that which we desired?
Were it up to me, all from your eyes

And I, I called through the air that night
My thoughts were still buried inside
We were closer then, I've been alone some time
Filled you glass with gin
Filled your heart with pride
And you, you had hope for me now
I danced all around it somehow
Be fair to me, I may drift a while

If there's a plan for me
Would it make you smile?
No, don't want to be there for no one
I can see

Desinteressante

Blog desinteressante. Vida desinteressante. (admito ter trocado a sequência) Nunca antes tinha estado deprimido. Neste estado de desalento e ausência de motivações já estive — todos, alguma vez na vida o estivemos — mas nunca, como até ao presente, tão em baixo. Sinto-me na sub-sub-sub-cave da existência. Uns metritos mais (ainda) e de certeza-certezinha que irei dar de caras com o Hades. Espero que ele esteja com pachorra para me aturar, pois caso contrário irei dar-lhe cabo do sistema e da rotina. Rodeie-me de quem me rodear (muitos ou poucos) nem assim me sinto melhor (diferente). Sinto-me alienado de tudo. Depois de há dias ter dito que ia parar, nem nisso consigo ser coerente. De alguma forma sinto-me impelido de para aqui vir verter seja lá isto o que for. Palavras. Queixumes. (falta de) Ideias... Enfim. O que vale é que logo no cabeçalho deste espaço que tive a honestidade de avisar os incautos de que a viagem seria turbulenta (não me ponham processos em cima, porque vocês foram avisados com a devida antecedência). Talvez que devesse ter mais claramente redigido uma declaração dos direitos do (meu) vistante, tipo o aviso Miranda (mas adaptado) que os polícias das séries televisivas repetiram tanta vez que o consigo citar de cor...

"Tem o direito de nada dizer ou comentar. Tudo o que disser ou fizer depois de ler isto poderá e será usado contra si algures numa plateia online. Tem o direito de se defender. Se não tiver quem o defenda não espere que eu o faça por si. Faça como eu: crie um blog ou peça a alguém que lho crie. Percebe estes direitos que acabei de lhe ler?"

Pronto. Era isto.

P.S.: Sim, já tomei o comprimido. Não, ainda não fez efeito(s)... 

Röyksopp - Poor Leno

(Please find me)

The Cure - High

when i see you sky as a kiteas high as i mighti can't get that highthe how you movethe way you burst the cloudsit makes me want to try
when i see you sticky as lipsas licky as tripsi can't lick that farbut when you poutthe way you shout out loudit makes me want to startand when i see you happy as a girlthat swims in a world of magic showit makes me bite my fingers throughto think i could've let you go
and when i see youtake the same sweet stepsyou used to takei say i'll keep on holding youmy arms so tighti'll never let you slip away
and when i see you kitten as a catyeah as smitten as thati can't get that smallthe way you furthe how you purrit makes me want to paw you alland when i see you happy as a girlthat lives in a world of make-believeit makes me pull my hair all outto think i could've let you leave
and when i see youtake the same sweet stepsyou used to takei know i'll keep on holding youin arms so tightthey'll never, never let you go

Twin Peeks (Peaks?)

Pixel: um tributo ao longo do tempo

Via Geeks are Sexy.

Crosby, Stills & Nash, Just a Song Before I Go

Não é um "Adeus", é um "Até breve"...

Voltarei quando me sentir bem (comigo e com o mundo; difícil tarefa...), quando me sentir melhor e deixar de ser um fardo (emocional e não só) para quem me conhece(u). Tenho consciência de nada de bom ou de "alegre" estar a trazer a certas pessoas, sem precisar de mo ver esfregado na cara, mesmo que indirectamente.

Sem excluir seja quem for, sinceros agradecimentos a todos os que me têm seguido por aqui e algures. Guardar-vos-ei comigo para sempre, tentando manter vivas as memórias dos tempos bons que passámos e vivemos em conjunto.

Just a song before I go,To whom it may concern.Travelling twice the speed of soundIt's easy to get burned.
When the shows were overWe had to get back home,And when we opened up the doorI had to be alone.
She helped me with my suitcase,She stands before my eyesDriving me to the airport,And to the friendly skies.
Going through securityI held her for so long.She finally looked at me in love,And she was gone.
Just a song before I go,A lesson to be learned.Travelling twice the speed of soundIt's easy to get burned.