Vive tudo em excesso. A moderação é para os padres.
-Lazarus Long
15.1.05
Komm in mein Boot
ein Sturm kommt auf
und es wird Nacht
Wo willst du hin
so ganz allein
treibst du davon
Wer hält deine Hand
wenn es dich
nach unten zieht
Wo willst du hin
so uferlos
die kalte See
Komm in mein Boot
der Herbstwind hält
die Segel straff
Jetzt stehst du da an der Laterne
mit Tränen im Gesicht
das Tageslicht fällt auf die Seite
der Herbstwind fegt die Strasse
leer
Jetzt stehst du da an der Laterne
hast Tränen im Gesicht
das Abendlicht verjagt die Schatten
die Zeit steht still und es wird Herbst
Komm in mein Boot
die Sehnsucht wird
der Steuermann
Komm in mein Boot
der beste Seemann
war doch ich
Jetzt stehst du da an der Laterne
hast Tränen im Gesicht
das Feuer nimmst du von der Kerze
die Zeit steht still und es wird Herbst
Sie sprachen nur von deiner Mutter
so gnadenlos ist nur die Nacht
am Ende bleib ich doch alleine
die Zeit steht still
und mir ist kalt
I said - Father, I'm going to change the world
He said - Don't you think that maybe, son, it's changed enough already?
Don't try to justify the things you live by
The fear you carry with you is not of your own making
Let it go - falling, falling, falling away
11 000 feet, we're out of breath and still climbing up
High above the snow-line in the glittering ice
And beneath us, like an ocean, the white clouds slowly drifting
Breaking up on the mountains
Let it go - falling, falling, falling away
Wasting all the years just waiting on a promise
Undelivered but still not broken
And the world rushes by you way out of control
Like a carousel of noise with wild spinning lights
And sometimes we both sit here
Paralysed with tension, seized up tight
You want to make it safe, you want to make it ok
But this fear you carry with you is not of your own making
Let it go - falling, falling, falling away.
He said - Don't you think that maybe, son, it's changed enough already?
Don't try to justify the things you live by
The fear you carry with you is not of your own making
Let it go - falling, falling, falling away
11 000 feet, we're out of breath and still climbing up
High above the snow-line in the glittering ice
And beneath us, like an ocean, the white clouds slowly drifting
Breaking up on the mountains
Let it go - falling, falling, falling away
Wasting all the years just waiting on a promise
Undelivered but still not broken
And the world rushes by you way out of control
Like a carousel of noise with wild spinning lights
And sometimes we both sit here
Paralysed with tension, seized up tight
You want to make it safe, you want to make it ok
But this fear you carry with you is not of your own making
Let it go - falling, falling, falling away.
In Power We Trust the Love Advocated
Sail on silver wings
through this storm
What fortune love may bring
Back to my arms again
The love of a former golden age.
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.
For, now that wheels are turning,
I find my faith deserting me...
This night is filled with cries of
Dispossesed children in search of Paradise.
A sign of unresolve that,
Envisioned, drives the pinwheel on-and-on.
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.
When memory bears witness to
The innocence, consumed in dying rage!
The way lies through our love;
There can be no other means to the end,
Or keys to my heart...
You will never find.
You will never find!
through this storm
What fortune love may bring
Back to my arms again
The love of a former golden age.
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.
For, now that wheels are turning,
I find my faith deserting me...
This night is filled with cries of
Dispossesed children in search of Paradise.
A sign of unresolve that,
Envisioned, drives the pinwheel on-and-on.
I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.
When memory bears witness to
The innocence, consumed in dying rage!
The way lies through our love;
There can be no other means to the end,
Or keys to my heart...
You will never find.
You will never find!
The Queen of Light took her bow
And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom
And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morn-ing light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight
And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe,
Rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might
Of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horses' thunder
Down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold
The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care,
Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black,
The tyrant's face is red.
Oh the war is common cry,
Pick up you swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad
That mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long
The beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed
The woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall,
The ringwraiths ride in black,
Ride on.
Sing as you raise your bow,
Shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night
That lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the mornin' light.
The magic runes are writ in gold
To bring the balance back.
Bring it back.
At last the sun is shining,
The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his eyes.
And then she turned to go,
The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom
And walked the night alone.
Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morn-ing light.
The dark Lord rides in force tonight
And time will tell us all.
Oh, throw down your plow and hoe,
Rest not to lock your homes.
Side by side we wait the might
Of the darkest of them all.
I hear the horses' thunder
Down in the valley below,
I'm waiting for the angels of Avalon,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The apples of the valley hold
The seeds of happiness,
The ground is rich from tender care,
Repay, do not forget, no, no.
Oh, dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the morning light.
The apples turn to brown and black,
The tyrant's face is red.
Oh the war is common cry,
Pick up you swords and fly.
The sky is filled with good and bad
That mortals never know.
Oh, well, the night is long
The beads of time pass slow,
Tired eyes on the sunrise,
Waiting for the eastern glow.
The pain of war cannot exceed
The woe of aftermath,
The drums will shake the castle wall,
The ringwraiths ride in black,
Ride on.
Sing as you raise your bow,
Shoot straighter than before.
No comfort has the fire at night
That lights the face so cold.
Oh dance in the dark of night,
Sing to the mornin' light.
The magic runes are writ in gold
To bring the balance back.
Bring it back.
At last the sun is shining,
The clouds of blue roll by,
With flames from the dragon of darkness
The sunlight blinds his eyes.
Pollock's artistic development can be divided into six periods. From his years with Benton to 1938, his work was strongly influenced by the compositional methods and regionalist subject matter of his teacher and consisted mostly of small landscapes and figurative scenes. After his breakdown and hospitalization in 1938 until the time of his first one-man show in 1943, his work was semiabstract and shows the assimilation of motifs from the modern Spanish artists Pablo Picasso and Joan Miró as well as the Mexican muralist José Clemente Orozco. Jungian symbolism and Surrealist theory also influenced the works of this period. Paintings such as "Bird," "Male and Female," and "Guardians of the Secret" reflect these influences in their powerful biomorphic forms and seething imagery.
The US military investigated building a "gay bomb", which would make enemy soldiers "sexually irresistible" to each other, government papers say.
Other weapons that never saw the light of day include one to make soldiers obvious by their bad breath.
The US defence department considered various non-lethal chemicals meant to disrupt enemy discipline and morale.
The 1994 plans were for a six-year project costing $7.5m, but they were never pursued.
The US Air Force Wright Laboratory in Dayton, Ohio, sought Pentagon funding for research into what it called "harassing, annoying and 'bad guy'-identifying chemicals".
The plans were obtained under the US Freedom of Information by the Sunshine Project, a group which monitors research into chemical and biological weapons.
'Who? Me?'
The plan for a so-called "love bomb" envisaged an aphrodisiac chemical that would provoke widespread homosexual behaviour among troops, causing what the military called a "distasteful but completely non-lethal" blow to morale.
Scientists also reportedly considered a "sting me/attack me" chemical weapon to attract swarms of enraged wasps or angry rats towards enemy troops.
A substance to make the skin unbearably sensitive to sunlight was also pondered.
Another idea was to develop a chemical causing "severe and lasting halitosis", so that enemy forces would be obvious even when they tried to blend in with civilians.
In a variation on that idea, researchers pondered a "Who? Me?" bomb, which would simulate flatulence in enemy ranks.
Indeed, a "Who? Me?" device had been under consideration since 1945, the government papers say.
However, researchers concluded that the premise for such a device was fatally flawed because "people in many areas of the world do not find faecal odour offensive, since they smell it on a regular basis".
Captain Dan McSweeney of the Joint Non-Lethal Weapons Directorate at the Pentagon said the defence department receives "literally hundreds" of project ideas, but that "none of the systems described in that [1994] proposal have been developed".
He told the BBC: "It's important to point out that only those proposals which are deemed appropriate, based on stringent human effects, legal, and international treaty reviews are considered fordevelopment or acquisition."
Other weapons that never saw the light of day include one to make soldiers obvious by their bad breath.
The US defence department considered various non-lethal chemicals meant to disrupt enemy discipline and morale.
The 1994 plans were for a six-year project costing $7.5m, but they were never pursued.
The US Air Force Wright Laboratory in Dayton, Ohio, sought Pentagon funding for research into what it called "harassing, annoying and 'bad guy'-identifying chemicals".
The plans were obtained under the US Freedom of Information by the Sunshine Project, a group which monitors research into chemical and biological weapons.
'Who? Me?'
The plan for a so-called "love bomb" envisaged an aphrodisiac chemical that would provoke widespread homosexual behaviour among troops, causing what the military called a "distasteful but completely non-lethal" blow to morale.
Scientists also reportedly considered a "sting me/attack me" chemical weapon to attract swarms of enraged wasps or angry rats towards enemy troops.
A substance to make the skin unbearably sensitive to sunlight was also pondered.
Another idea was to develop a chemical causing "severe and lasting halitosis", so that enemy forces would be obvious even when they tried to blend in with civilians.
In a variation on that idea, researchers pondered a "Who? Me?" bomb, which would simulate flatulence in enemy ranks.
Indeed, a "Who? Me?" device had been under consideration since 1945, the government papers say.
However, researchers concluded that the premise for such a device was fatally flawed because "people in many areas of the world do not find faecal odour offensive, since they smell it on a regular basis".
Captain Dan McSweeney of the Joint Non-Lethal Weapons Directorate at the Pentagon said the defence department receives "literally hundreds" of project ideas, but that "none of the systems described in that [1994] proposal have been developed".
He told the BBC: "It's important to point out that only those proposals which are deemed appropriate, based on stringent human effects, legal, and international treaty reviews are considered fordevelopment or acquisition."
14.1.05
Avian influenza – situation in Viet Nam – update 3
14 January 2005
WHO has received informal reports of two additional cases of H5N1 infection in Viet Nam. The cases are an 18-year-old woman from Hau Giang Province and a 35-year-old woman from Tra Vinh Province.
The 18-year-old woman was hospitalized on 1 January and died on 10 January. The 35-year old woman was hospitalized on 9 January and remains in critical condition.
Both patients are from provinces in the southern part of the country, where poultry outbreaks have been reported since the beginning of December.
If confirmed, these latest human cases will bring the total in Viet Nam, since mid-December 2004, to six. Of these, four have died.
14 January 2005
WHO has received informal reports of two additional cases of H5N1 infection in Viet Nam. The cases are an 18-year-old woman from Hau Giang Province and a 35-year-old woman from Tra Vinh Province.
The 18-year-old woman was hospitalized on 1 January and died on 10 January. The 35-year old woman was hospitalized on 9 January and remains in critical condition.
Both patients are from provinces in the southern part of the country, where poultry outbreaks have been reported since the beginning of December.
If confirmed, these latest human cases will bring the total in Viet Nam, since mid-December 2004, to six. Of these, four have died.
Hoje no comboio até tive medo de respirar. Novos, velhos, brancos, pretos, roxos. Tudo carregado de tosse, a arfar e com os olhos inchados. Na Croácia e na França a Gripe também tem feito estragos. Tipo A, para que conste. E emergem cinco novos casos de gripe aviária na Tailândia, onde agora tudo pega.
Amanhã não posso ir à horta... vou ficar a curar este enxerto de porrada que o meu corpo levou nos últimos dias.
Chá de limão e bolachitas.
Amanhã não posso ir à horta... vou ficar a curar este enxerto de porrada que o meu corpo levou nos últimos dias.
Chá de limão e bolachitas.
13.1.05
"Os russos andam estupefactos. Em pleno Inverno, vêem-se rodeados de lama, resultado de um degelo antecipado. Pelas ruas, a neve derrete meses mais cedo do que o habitual e os cientistas já estão a dizer que as temperaturas podem estar perto de bater recordes. Até os ursos já estão a acordar da hibernação."
Nature getting ready for payback.
Nature getting ready for payback.
Momento geek, também os tenho.
The Agrianians were a Paeonian related tribe that had a close relationship with Alexander. They were mountain men, noted for their ferocity in hand to hand combat, as well as their javelin throwing. They were able to tackle any terrain obstacle in their way. 1000 picked Agrianians were attached to the hypaspists and they were the elite light infantry in Alexander's army. They were the first foreign contingent to be incorporated into, and accepted by the army. Some few were armed with slings, this might have been the younger tribesmen. The slingers and javelin men seemed to operate together at a number of actions..notably Issus (which is the inspiration for the set-up above) where a detachment of Agrianes with some Companion squadrons in support drove back thousands of Persian threatening Alexander' right flank at the start of the action.
The Agrianians were a Paeonian related tribe that had a close relationship with Alexander. They were mountain men, noted for their ferocity in hand to hand combat, as well as their javelin throwing. They were able to tackle any terrain obstacle in their way. 1000 picked Agrianians were attached to the hypaspists and they were the elite light infantry in Alexander's army. They were the first foreign contingent to be incorporated into, and accepted by the army. Some few were armed with slings, this might have been the younger tribesmen. The slingers and javelin men seemed to operate together at a number of actions..notably Issus (which is the inspiration for the set-up above) where a detachment of Agrianes with some Companion squadrons in support drove back thousands of Persian threatening Alexander' right flank at the start of the action.
12.1.05
SEE YOU IN HELL
(Sullivan/Heaton) 1995
As we touched down on the tarmac, they strode out to greet us
It was under a blue snake-skin sky
With a handshake of welcome, they set their agenda
With their smiles never touching their eyes
We've been here before on the edge of a promise
Surrender is all that remains
But we'll see them in hell, we'll see them in hell
We'll see them in hell before then
You made me a coward - I can't stand what I've become
What I most of all regret is not what I did
But all the things that I left undone
Like nobody learns, and nothing is changed
You ask me to follow again
But I'll see you in hell, see you in hell
I'll see you in hell before then
(Sullivan/Heaton) 1995
As we touched down on the tarmac, they strode out to greet us
It was under a blue snake-skin sky
With a handshake of welcome, they set their agenda
With their smiles never touching their eyes
We've been here before on the edge of a promise
Surrender is all that remains
But we'll see them in hell, we'll see them in hell
We'll see them in hell before then
You made me a coward - I can't stand what I've become
What I most of all regret is not what I did
But all the things that I left undone
Like nobody learns, and nothing is changed
You ask me to follow again
But I'll see you in hell, see you in hell
I'll see you in hell before then
A Lady red -- amid the Hill
Her annual secret keeps!
A Lady white, within the Field
In placid Lily sleeps!
The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms --
Sweep vale -- and hill -- and tree!
Prithee, My pretty Housewives!
Who may expected be?
The Neighbors do not yet suspect!
The Woods exchange a smile!
Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird --
In such a little while!
And yet, how still the Landscape stands!
How nonchalant the Hedge!
As if the "Resurrection"
Were nothing very strange!
- Emily Dickinson
Her annual secret keeps!
A Lady white, within the Field
In placid Lily sleeps!
The tidy Breezes, with their Brooms --
Sweep vale -- and hill -- and tree!
Prithee, My pretty Housewives!
Who may expected be?
The Neighbors do not yet suspect!
The Woods exchange a smile!
Orchard, and Buttercup, and Bird --
In such a little while!
And yet, how still the Landscape stands!
How nonchalant the Hedge!
As if the "Resurrection"
Were nothing very strange!
- Emily Dickinson
Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird,
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
- Henry David Thoreau
Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,
Lark without song, and messenger of dawn,
Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Of midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;
By night star-veiling, and by day
Darkening the light and blotting out the sun;
Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,
And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.
- Henry David Thoreau
Apontamentos rápidos:
- tou doente; passei a noite à rasca de um joelho, positivamente à rasca, e a sinusite carregou sobre mim como a horda sequiosa de Kublai Khan. Tenho um fácies contorcido e, mais grave, ainda não comi nada
- a lucidez, senhores, a lucidez, mehr licht já dizia o outro, que mais pode esperar a espécie senão o estertor final, the fat lady singing, quando a anestesia da mole humana (não te esquecerei gabriel alves), a meias com a crendice exacerbada, é a única resposta às atrocidades do dia a dia? caso um, meia dúzia de gajos do Aparelho de Estado foram à China, ninguém se insurge, porque é normal, e mantiveram um certo low-profile; outro punhado de cepos vai a S. Tomé, todos berram, não por surpresa, choque ou espanto, mas porque acham descarado. Meaning, mantenha-se o pântano, continue-se a fazer fé cega numa democracia em que o demos se está nas tintas para o kratos, e haja panem et circenses
- eu até nem discuto política, sociedade, eventos menos cataclísmicos... ok, admito, irrita-me e tira-me do sério ver meio mundo comportar-se como se tivesse mil anos de esperança de vida, e como se fôssemos todos apologistas do Pai Natal e da paralisia instituída. Enerva-me, e lá está, não é isto que eu quero.
Voltamos à quintarola, com árvores, bichos e uma grande caverna com archotes nas paredes com entrada pela sala de jantar.
- tou doente; passei a noite à rasca de um joelho, positivamente à rasca, e a sinusite carregou sobre mim como a horda sequiosa de Kublai Khan. Tenho um fácies contorcido e, mais grave, ainda não comi nada
- a lucidez, senhores, a lucidez, mehr licht já dizia o outro, que mais pode esperar a espécie senão o estertor final, the fat lady singing, quando a anestesia da mole humana (não te esquecerei gabriel alves), a meias com a crendice exacerbada, é a única resposta às atrocidades do dia a dia? caso um, meia dúzia de gajos do Aparelho de Estado foram à China, ninguém se insurge, porque é normal, e mantiveram um certo low-profile; outro punhado de cepos vai a S. Tomé, todos berram, não por surpresa, choque ou espanto, mas porque acham descarado. Meaning, mantenha-se o pântano, continue-se a fazer fé cega numa democracia em que o demos se está nas tintas para o kratos, e haja panem et circenses
- eu até nem discuto política, sociedade, eventos menos cataclísmicos... ok, admito, irrita-me e tira-me do sério ver meio mundo comportar-se como se tivesse mil anos de esperança de vida, e como se fôssemos todos apologistas do Pai Natal e da paralisia instituída. Enerva-me, e lá está, não é isto que eu quero.
Voltamos à quintarola, com árvores, bichos e uma grande caverna com archotes nas paredes com entrada pela sala de jantar.
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