sábado, 11 de junho de 2011
Eduardo e Mônica - O filme
Pena que a empresa que patrocinou é campeã de reclamações no PROCON e descumpra sistematicamente as leis de telemarketing.
quinta-feira, 14 de abril de 2011
terça-feira, 27 de abril de 2010
quinta-feira, 14 de janeiro de 2010
Cacique Cobra Coral 2
2010 está se consolidando como o ano da mágoa e da chuva. Cada hora atribuem a um fator, agora a "zona de convergência tropical". Mas o resultado sempre é o mesmo: MUITA chuva.
Cuidem-se. O trabalho aqui está enorme neste começo de ano.
(Vídeo: globo.com)
sábado, 2 de janeiro de 2010
sexta-feira, 11 de setembro de 2009
domingo, 7 de junho de 2009
sábado, 30 de maio de 2009
What Do You Think I Am? Human?
segunda-feira, 25 de maio de 2009
Civilidade
Ninguém pode negar que a resposta foi mais divertida e colorida que o preconceito que a originou.
Obrigado pela dica, Celso Dossi =D
sábado, 23 de maio de 2009
sábado, 24 de janeiro de 2009
quinta-feira, 20 de novembro de 2008
segunda-feira, 3 de novembro de 2008
Melhor post da semana
quarta-feira, 30 de julho de 2008
quarta-feira, 9 de julho de 2008
segunda-feira, 30 de junho de 2008
Direitos Humanos
Valerie's Letter
I know there's no way I can convince you this is not one of their tricks, but I don't care, I am me. My name is Valerie, I don't think I'll live much longer and I wanted to tell someone about my life. This is the only autobiography ill ever write, and god, I'm writing it on toilet paper.
I was born in Nottingham in 1985, I don't remember much of those early years, but I do remember the rain. My grandmother owned a farm in Tuttlebrook, and she use to tell me that god was in the rain. I passed my 11th lesson into girl's grammar; it was at school that I met my first girlfriend, her name was Sara. It was her wrists. They were beautiful. I thought we would love each other forever. I remember our teacher telling us that is was an adolescent phase people outgrew. Sara did, I didn't.
In 2002 I fell in love with a girl named Christina. That year I came out to my parents. I couldn't have done it without Chris holding my hand. My father wouldn't look at me, he told me to go and never come back. My mother said nothing. But I had only told them the truth, was that so selfish? Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free.
I'd always known what I wanted to do with my life, and in 2015 I starred in my first film, "The Salt Flats". It was the most important role of my life, not because of my career, but because that was how I met Ruth. The first time we kissed, I knew I never wanted to kiss any other lips but hers again. We moved to a small flat in London together. She grew Scarlet Carsons for me in our window box, and our place always smelled of roses. Those were there best years of my life. But America's war grew worse, and worse. And eventually came to London. After that there were no roses anymore. Not for anyone.
I remember how the meaning of words began to change. How unfamiliar words like collateral and rendition became frightening. While things like Norse Fire and The Articles of Allegiance became powerful, I remember how different became dangerous. I still don't understand it, why they hate us so much.
They took Ruth while she was out buying food. I've never cried so hard in my life. It wasn't long till they came for me. It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years, I had roses, and apologized to no one.
I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An Inch, it is small and it is fragile, but it is the only thing the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.
I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.
-Valerie
P.S: Nunca é demais lembrar aos mais novos que o Brasil só vive em uma democracia, em um Estado de Direito, desde que José Sarney, para bem ou não, tornou-se o 35° Presidente do Brasil, o primeiro civil após os terríveis anos de chumbo da ditadura militar, a 15 de março de 1985... Não me parece muito nem me inspira muita segurança.
quarta-feira, 14 de maio de 2008
Politicamente correto de c... é rola!
Tenho odiado essa moda do politicamente correto. Mas as câmeras nos elevadores e boates são o fim. Tudo bem, em teoria aumentam a segurança (se bem que a maioria não grava e logo não serve para nada além de videocassetada de porteiros fetichistas), mas acabam com a privacidade. Fim dos beijos furtados em elevadores, das loucurinhas e rebeldias nossas de cada dia... E se você mora com os pais a síndica ainda pode fofocar quem você levou para casa quando eles viajaram ou quantos, hehehe.
Não sou saudosista, como disse em texto abaixo. Quero Skype com videoconferência em alta resolução e tela cheia e celular 3G, mas tenho saudades dos anos 80, quando podíamos correr de carro ouvindo "Infinita Highway" dos Engenheiros sem radares ou câmeras...
Criamos uma geração de crianças de apartamento e de campeões de Nintendo Wii.