I’m back! (and it might be related to some kind of nightmare)

Ha! … Hello nonexistent visitors! Guess who’s back? Yep! I’m back! (This is the silliest thing I’ve written in months). Anyway…. I resolved that I should actually post here sometimes. Thus, here I am. Well…. I think I’ll recomend you a documentary by Adam Curtis. The Power of Nightmares is a very interesting documentary that explores the origins of two movements that have been having a great impact on the modern life: the Neoconservatives and the Islamic Fundamentalists.  According to the documentary, both os these groups gained power from the “failure of the liberal dream to build a better world.” Well, I think it’s probably worthy of your time. Check it out if you can.  By using this link (or the one at the title of the film) you will find how to download it in three different compressions, or, if you want, you can use this link to download the NTSC DVD ISO file (4.4 GB). 

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Well… It’s been a long time since the last time a posted something here. Guess what? It does not matter, since I’m probably the only one who access this blog. lol. Anyway, yesterday a friend of mine showed me this silly video that he found on the internet.  It’s very entertaining though…. Unfortunately I didn’t figure out how to embed the video, since it’s not on Youtube or Google Video. Hope you enjoy though.

Tony vs paul
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Literary Terrorism

Continuing my attempt to post one of each kind of stuff that I will be posting here, this is my first terrorist post. Actually it is a poem (the first one I’ve ever written in English with no academic purpose) that I created a couple of weeks ago.  It is quite nonsense; mainly because it wasn’t my objective to write a poem when I did it, and also because I never thought I was going to publish it here. Anyway, two days ago a read this quotation by Edgar Allan Poe and I though that, somehow, it might be helpful in order to understand my poem: “Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” Enfim, I don’t know why, but I couldn’t post it as a real poem; therefore I used slashes to separate verses.

the house upon a hill

Once upon a time, there was a house upon a hill. / Once upon a hill, there was a time upon a house. / Once upon a house, there was a hill upon the time. / Once upon a time, there was a hill upon a house. / And the river flowed. / In fact, / there was a non-mentioned-before river. / A serpentine river. / This river flowed at the foot of the hill / whenever it was uppon a house / or upon the time. / Indeed, it flowed even when the hill was beneath the house / or the time.

 

The house was quite cozy and warm / Like toys under a Christmas tree / Or a puppy in a blanket /or even a blaket and a puppy as gifts under a Christmas tree.

 

The hill was somehow greenish / as though there was some kind of vegetable growing from within. Probably grass! / Green Grass! / Green like pea soup or Martians from Mars (Martians from Jupiter are somewhat purplish). / Well, as I heard it, the river was not blue. / At least it had not been blue since the summer of 1882. / People actually knew not why the river was not blue anymore. / The fact is that the river was outrageously white. / White with black spots. / Resembling a cow./ The river, however,was considered as a integral part of the hill.

 

Dreamers frequently went to the house. / They knew not who they were or why they actually were. / Hence, they thought the house would answer their queries. / They did so because it was said that time had an odd effect on that house. / No wonder! As I said it before: / “Once upon a hill, there was a time upon a house.” 

 

Undoubtedly, the house, the hill, and the time were already part of the folklore of the region. / There was even a tale about them. A tale and many hypoteses. / According to the tale, anyone who had made it to the house had never returned again. / Maybe because the house was more cozy and warm than life / Or maybe because the time was so confuse in the house that it, literally, sent people to another times. / Some believed that time stopped for those who went to the house; / others supported that there was not a time at all (they believed not in the time).

 

Those who believed in the latter hypothesis thought that those who had never returned had, actually, ceased being, / for the absence of time had made them, who were, not to be anymore  / since all things exist within time and space.

 

I do believe in the time. I do believe in the house. / I think that anyone who makes it to the house has a second chance / when anything that was lost, can be found and anything that was broke, can be fixed. / I’m making it to the house or at least trying. / I know not if I will actually make it. / Yet, I still dream. 

An Inconvenient Truth

I’ve just seen Al Gore’s terrifying An Inconvenient Truth. It is incredible that there still are people who don’t believe global warming is a real problem. After the movie, I was wondering about what I could do concerning to global warming and I found this list with ten simple ways of reducing  my emissions of CO2 into the atmosphere. Personally, I highly recomend everyone to see An Inconvenient Truth and try to take some action against global warming; after all, it’s is our home that is at steak.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

I apologize I didn’t post anything new but I’m kind of running out of time this holiday. I’ll try to post something by Monday. Thanks for your visit anyway.

Index Fingers

This is my first post here. If you are reading it (why are you doing it? don’t you have anything more useful to do?), beware! for this first post is probably the silliest thing you will read today. If you didn’t read the section “About,” I highly recomend you to do it. If you have already done it, just a reminder:

 

Almost every class, my English teacher asks us to write what she calls “Journal” – an answer of at least seven sentences to the question written on the blackboard. Today we had to describe something that we liked most about ourselves. Follows my “Journal:”

The one thing I like most about myself is that I do possess the index finger of my left hand. Unfortunately, not everyone has such opportunity. It is not something very conspicuous about me, though. People usually don’t stare at my finger when they see me. Although it may sounds strange, paradoxical, and even nonsense, index fingers are popular even among those who only remember of their commonplace features. Index fingers are used in a daily basis not only as an integral part of the hand, but also for specific purposes such as pointing at someone, somewhere, or something, or even asking a question in a classroom. Indeed, parents always unconsciously remember of them when they are fussing at one of their offsprings. The custom of wagging a finger is as much spread around the world as the habit of wearing clothes for social events. Index fingers should not be underestimated. Without them we, humans, would have never developed our habitat the way we did. Now, the question is: “Why did I choose the index finger of my left hand?” The answer is quite simple. I am left-handed.

Indeed, imagine if we didn’t have our index fingers. Probably we would have to point our middle fingers everywhere!

Es ist so heiß hier! (Es regnet nicht).

…&*@#$%! I hate summer. Ok. Not that that actually hate it. ‘just don’t like it because it’s very warm, it doesn’t snow, there aren’t many cloudy days, and ’cause… cuz…. cuz I just don’t like it. If it’s this hot in July already, I “can’t wait” for August. And can you imagine how summer’s gonna be in 10 or 20 years, with all the global warming? (I wish it rains over here this week. I mean, I wish rain pours down over here.*)

*Se isso realmente acontecer, eu vou tomar banho de chuva… hehehe….

I’m singin’ in the rain / just singin’ in the rain…..