a mesa de luz

light gazing, ışığa bakmak

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Ok, li 51 e depois?

https://www.revistabula.com/14544-desafio-da-bbc-voce-leu-no-maximo-seis-desses-100-livros/

Sunday, March 18, 2018

a entrar

na noite escura.

Monday, March 12, 2018

eugénio

"Acordo sem o contorno do teu rosto na minha almofada, sem o teu
peito liso e claro como um dia de vento, e começo a erguer a madrugada
apenas com as duas mãos que me deixaste, hesitante nos gestos, porque
os meus olhos partiram nos teus.
E é assim que a noite chega, e dentro dela te procuro, encostado ao teu
nome, pelas ruas álgidas onde tu não passas, com a solidão aberta nos
dedos como um cravo.
Meu amor, amor de uma breve madrugada de bandeiras, arranco a tua
boca da minha e desfolho-a lentamente, até que outra boca e sempre a
tua boca! comece de novo a nascer na minha boca.
Que posso eu fazer senão escutar o coração inseguro dos pássaros,
encostar a minha face ao rosto lunar dos bêbados e perguntar o que
aconteceu... "

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

o que ando a beber

de preferência a Cafuné da Musa.

o que ando a ler

uma mistura de alves redol e de piketty

a shortest term plan

https://www.lr.org/en/marpol-international-convention-for-the-prevention-of-pollution/


a plan

http://www.insideoutinistanbul.com/learning-turkish/
kedi!

das coisas boas

G. García Marquéz

boa surpresa matinal.

Monday, February 19, 2018

eu também não volto a comprar o jornal do sporting ahahah

para rir só para não chorar. malta populista: parabéns, um a zero. restantes: não façam nada não.

Friday, February 16, 2018

como

no primeiro dia em que me sentei ao volante: afinal andei a ter medo disto porquê?

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

another day, another widget

so old fashioned that I couldn't remember the word widget. I bet my kid doesn't know about it. check the instafeed on the side bar.

Aşk

"love is the only place where you assume that the prison is just a nice dream", no início de Siyah Beyaz Aşk. vejo-não vejo-vejo-não vejo.

Sunday, February 11, 2018

ruiva

I finished Kırmızı Saçlı Kadın in the most peculiar way, DB would say. I picked it up a few chapters after I had left it months ago and followed the narrative till the end, admittedly jumping a few lines of the last chapters that were re-read once I unveiled the resolution of the story. then, I went back to the chapters before the Iran voyage from the beginning of that section. And then read chapter by chapter back until the place where I had left, or at least where I remembered the words clearly. could the author ever intend it to be read this way. does the reader have this reading freedom, power over the story's facts?
returning themes: east-west, the missing woman who leaves a red trail, this time not a scarf but the memory of her hair, an obsession with an idea, the willingness to integrate or explain a nationalist religious youth, the outskirts of Istanbul and the growth of the urban areas, old narratives and disappearing traditional jobs, the new westernized rich of Nişantaşı and so on. totally new and something that I had yearned for: the Iranian view. finally the two worlds meet somewhere, I wish Pamuk could somehow meet Kiarostami, who knows. another novelty: describing a world I was a part of: I was actually there then; the mention of muhteşem yüzyıl, the tv show I watched blindly for so long, eagerly hearing each word and expression.
not as convoluted as other novels, or is it the translator? equally rich in quotes and authors and text. how I miss the city of dreams.

Friday, February 2, 2018

recursos

não preciso de muito para trabalhar: a cabeça, o telefone e alguma forma de computador, sendo que os dois últimos, em caso extremo, podem ser descartados. sem cabeça afiada é que pára tudo. tomo o brufen - não tomo o brufen - tomo o brufen -etc.
tomei. agora tenho o instrumento de trabalho amaciado, travado, nublado. há cafeína para isto?
nota: não tomar brufen.


Monday, January 22, 2018

incêndio

Gosto do cheiro das tangerinas nas mãos. e de deitar as cascas no fogo para o ver mudar de cor. de um laranja para outro laranja. está o serão todo em labaredas.

Friday, January 19, 2018

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

notas para um futuro

a escrever activamente, diariamente, a todas as horas do dia, mas linhas que não podem ser vistas, nem mostradas. o centro mudou de lugar, os centros estão noutro lado, por enquanto.

dito isto: as mulheres em Hollywood: acho bem e acho mal. perseguição a bruxas nunca me atraiu (ao contrário de um belo galante); presidência para estrelas da tv não faz muito a minha alegria; partido da oposição: que pobreza, deserto de ideias (Istanbul, que saudade); Presidente - abraços e beijos nunca são demais, tantas vezes são é de menos e por aí fora. mas desde que me enganei com o nosso querido líder, com o Carrilho e tive dúvidas com o presidente do eurogrupo, quero deixar as opiniões políticas de fora. o difícil é conseguir. de resto, sugiro e aconselho o livro Sombras do Louçã. está excelente.

a minha bancada não tem fissuras, o meu jogo não pode parar.



Thursday, January 11, 2018

notas para um bacalhau espiritual

receita da parmalat. boa

para cobertura: ok mas manter o queijo ralado

manter o leite com o pão, gosto mais.

juntar duas claras em castelo. ficaria muito melhor

atenção: usar bacalhau como deve de ser e não congelado, em tiras blablabla

2 cebolas medias ou peq duas cenouras alho louco

atenção um pouco de noz moscada faz todo o sentido


experiência: e usar outro tipo de pão? broa?


nota de rodapé: como vai ser hoje, como vai ser amanhã?

Monday, January 8, 2018

outro speech of sorts

"Every year I take on a personal challenge to learn something new. I've visited every US state, run 365 miles, built an AI for my home, read 25 books, and learned Mandarin.

I started doing these challenges in 2009. That first year the economy was in a deep recession and Facebook was not yet profitable. We needed to get serious about making sure Facebook had a sustainable business model. It was a serious year, and I wore a tie every day as a reminder.

Today feels a lot like that first year. The world feels anxious and divided, and Facebook has a lot of work to do -- whether it's protecting our community from abuse and hate, defending against interference by nation states, or making sure that time spent on Facebook is time well spent.

My personal challenge for 2018 is to focus on fixing these important issues. We won't prevent all mistakes or abuse, but we currently make too many errors enforcing our policies and preventing misuse of our tools. If we're successful this year then we'll end 2018 on a much better trajectory.

This may not seem like a personal challenge on its face, but I think I'll learn more by focusing intensely on these issues than I would by doing something completely separate. These issues touch on questions of history, civics, political philosophy, media, government, and of course technology. I'm looking forward to bringing groups of experts together to discuss and help work through these topics.

For example, one of the most interesting questions in technology right now is about centralization vs decentralization. A lot of us got into technology because we believe it can be a decentralizing force that puts more power in people's hands. (The first four words of Facebook's mission have always been "give people the power".) Back in the 1990s and 2000s, most people believed technology would be a decentralizing force.

But today, many people have lost faith in that promise. With the rise of a small number of big tech companies — and governments using technology to watch their citizens — many people now believe technology only centralizes power rather than decentralizes it.

There are important counter-trends to this --like encryption and cryptocurrency -- that take power from centralized systems and put it back into people's hands. But they come with the risk of being harder to control. I'm interested to go deeper and study the positive and negative aspects of these technologies, and how best to use them in our services.

This will be a serious year of self-improvement and I'm looking forward to learning from working to fix our issues together."

Zuckerberg. espero que sim. e sim, é mais do que verdade. foi no início de uma era em que se acreditava no poder para o bem, mas como sempre a realidade instala-se.

uma parte

"I want to thank the Hollywood Foreign Press Association because we all know the press is under siege these days. We also know it's the insatiable dedication to uncovering the absolute truth that keeps us from turning a blind eye to corruption and to injustice. To -- to tyrants and victims, and secrets and lies. I want to say that I value the press more than ever before as we try to navigate these complicated times, which brings me to this: what I know for sure is that speaking your truth is the most powerful tool we all have. And I'm especially proud and inspired by all the women who have felt strong enough and empowered enough to speak up and share their personal stories. Each of us in this room are celebrated because of the stories that we tell, and this year we became the story.
But it's not just a story affecting the entertainment industry. It's one that transcends any culture, geography, race, religion, politics, or workplace. So I want tonight to express gratitude to all the women who have endured years of abuse and assault because they, like my mother, had children to feed and bills to pay and dreams to pursue. They're the women whose names we'll never know. They are domestic workers and farm workers. They are working in factories and they work in restaurants and they're in academia, engineering, medicine, and science. They're part of the world of tech and politics and business. They're our athletes in the Olympics and they're our soldiers in the military.
And there's someone else, Recy Taylor, a name I know and I think you should know, too. In 1944, Recy Taylor was a young wife and mother walking home from a church service she'd attended in Abbeville, Alabama, when she was abducted by six armed white men, raped, and left blindfolded by the side of the road coming home from church. They threatened to kill her if she ever told anyone, but her story was reported to the NAACP where a young worker by the name of Rosa Parks became the lead investigator on her case and together they sought justice. But justice wasn't an option in the era of Jim Crow. The men who tried to destroy her were never persecuted. Recy Taylor died ten days ago, just shy of her 98th birthday. She lived as we all have lived, too many years in a culture broken by brutally powerful men. For too long, women have not been heard or believed if they dare speak the truth to the power of those men. But their time is up. Their time is up.
Their time is up. And I just hope -- I just hope that Recy Taylor died knowing that her truth, like the truth of so many other women who were tormented in those years, and even now tormented, goes marching on. It was somewhere in Rosa Parks' heart almost 11 years later, when she made the decision to stay seated on that bus in Montgomery, and it's here with every woman who chooses to say, "Me too." And every man -- every man who chooses to listen.
In my career, what I've always tried my best to do, whether on television or through film, is to say something about how men and women really behave. To say how we experience shame, how we love and how we rage, how we fail, how we retreat, persevere and how we overcome. I've interviewed and portrayed people who've withstood some of the ugliest things life can throw at you, but the one quality all of them seem to share is an ability to maintain hope for a brighter morning, even during our darkest nights. So I want all the girls watching here, now, to know that a new day is on the horizon! And when that new day finally dawns, it will be because of a lot of magnificent women, many of whom are right here in this room tonight, and some pretty phenomenal men, fighting hard to make sure that they become the leaders who take us to the time when nobody ever has to say "Me too" again."
o discurso da Oprah, claro. nunca foi mulher para se calar e ainda bem.

 
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