Monthly Archives: October 2009

Best with friends

This weekend I promise I won’t be sick, I won’t faint again and I’ll study as well as I’ll have some fun (not on a disco stick, though).

To help me in that endeavour, here’s a video for a cool song by one of my newest most favorite bands of the moment: Solid Gold

To be enjoyed with friends.

How I found myself this morning

I just love FFFFound!, it’s the best image databank on the whole of the internet I know.

I took this picture, which represents me and my mood this morning, from their collection. I hope it’s not illegal:


darth baby

Me in my own world

As Björk once put it: This time, I’m gonna keep me all to myself.


As good as it gets

Male models are light years behind their female counterparts in terms of the infamous quartet money, success, fame and glamour.

If Gisele Bündchen is the world’s most influential über model, who would be her männliche version? I don’t know.

Until this issue is settled, there is another model from Brazil (Gisele is as Brazilian as a nice caipirinha, believe me) who’s been making waves: Marlon Teixeira.

He has shot for the likes of Dior, Lagerfeld, Diesel and the works and he is just to die for.

And he knows how to get our attention:


My favorite Marlon T. picture

That’s as good as he gets.

Musical aspirine

With the weekend approaching I find myself a bit ill. Quite a way to end a fun week, isn’t it? Thank God for painkillers.

Meanwhile, I’ve been listening quite a lot to my newest favorite band, the sensitive and adolescently melodic The xx.

What I love most about them is the subtlety of sounds combined with a great voice duo, the eye-catching, whispery-voiced Oliver Sim (I’ve always had a thing for boys with that cheap look) and lovely Romy Croft.

The best way to cure a headache.

Oui, je regrette tout

For a person who’s commonly seen as decided, strong-willed, resolute and tenacious, I’ve been feeling quite unsure about the positions I take these days. I’ve been questioning my attitudes towards many people and feeling generally bad about the way I behaved in the past.

Why wasn’t I able to react then in the same positive way I’m capable of now? It pains me that I must make a mistake to learn.

Days like these, I feel quite unlike Edith Piaf in her famously beautiful Non, je ne regrette rien. I regret everything sometimes.

In an effort to feel better and hope to look on the brighter side of things: here’s the song which is meant to inspire us:

No comment.

Help from friends

I’ve been hanging out quite a lot with my guy friends. The straight ones, I mean.

I love them all, and if I were to put them in two different categories, these would be the hip ones and the nerds. Nowadays, there is an intersection bringing nerds closer to the hip ones, although the consequences are quite obscure for us to foresee the outcome of this proximity for the moment. Cool guys have been appropriating nerd fashion icons in a way their source of inspiration wouldn’t dream of. Id est, nerds continue to look like nerds even though hip guys are now wearing similar clothes.

One example: beards. Facial hair has been a part of the Humanities Faculty (where I met most of these friends) since Plato times. Nerds have had them for as long as I can remember, even if they don’t look flattering on them. So, cool guys started wearing beards, which made it even more okay for nerds to grow theirs. Not a good idea.

Trying to help the world look better, I shall list here the conditions for one to grow a beard, if absolutely necessary:

  • your beard should be full, covering the face in a homogeneous way;
  • your beard must have one color only;
  • your beard must be trimmed every other day, otherwise it becomes disgusting;
  • your beard must make you look better, not older, dirtier and more tired.

Taking all that into account, I still prefer a guy with a clean face.

Beared and handsome?

Bearded and handsome?

I never stop thinking straight guys should ALWAYS have a gay guy to help. At all times.


Despite the obvious attraction to rhythms, beats and the music in general, the key factor to my liking any singer in particular is their ability to transform thoughts into lyrics. Then, every once in a while I get quite keen on a particular song or its chorus.

Today I woke up thinking about a part of Adele‘s song My Same:

You said I’m stubbornad4
And I never give in
I think you’re stubborn
‘Cept you’re always softening
You say I’m selfish
I agree with you on that
I think you’re giving out
In way too much in fact
I say we’ve only known
Each other one year

You say I’ve known
You longer my dear
You like to be so close
I like to be alone

I delight in being alone, often recluse. But never for a long time or in the evening. I don’t know why.

Ooh now and that’s it

Love is often placed by some of my favorite artists in either one of the two ends of the relationship continuum: ecstatic joy or unavoidable pain. Both depictions please me immensely.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about this issue, and Antony‘s lyrics in Epilepsy is Dancing speak straight to my heart:

Cut me in quadrants
Leave me in the corner
Cut me in quadrants
Leave me in the corner

Ooh now, it’s passing
Ooh now, I’m dancing
Ooh now, it’s passing
Ooh now, I’m dancing

To be honest, I thought the last part went: Ooh now and that’s it. How appropriate.

And here’s the video with the entire song:

There is virtually no love without suffering.

One or the other

If I had to choose between work and procrastination, I am afraid I would have to say the latter.

This is not due to lack of enjoyment in what I do, but I guess the day would have to be much bigger to fit the time I need to feel inspired together with the rest of the working day. At the risk of underperformance and unfinishing business, I prefer to have my mind creativity recharged by not doing anything of work-related consequence. Without it, I would just slowly die of mental and intellectual boredom.

This illustration by my all-time favorite alive artist and illustrator, the poetically talented Camilla Engman from Sweden is a perfect representation of what I mean by inspiration.

On work and leisure

On work and leisure


The absence

I still haven’t gathered the energy I need to write every day since my internet problems started taking place.

It is not that I don’t enjoy it, quite the contrary, but for some obscure reason I delight the most in writing using my own laptop. Writing from a different computer feels awkward and not so intimate as I would like.

But I shall continue on the path with the hopes of becoming the internet’s Next Top Frequent Writer.

Sceptical to the bones

As many of you may know, Rio de Janeiro was selected to host the 2016 Olympic Games. As a Brazilian, all I can say is: big deal.

Honestly and realistically thinking, this is the last way one should spend the $ 12 billion expected to be invested in the whole sports extravaganza. When you think about it, if Brazil is a corruption inferno, Rio is its Devil. I just cannot see how this megainvestment – which would be much more beneficial had it been applied to education and/or public health – would do the general public any good.

Not the best way to spend $12 bi

Not the best way to spend $12 bi

I know the president cried and was all emotional about it and I was almost touched, but showing off is not the answer for anything. He may be right when he says “the time has come for Brazil”, but this isn’t the time anyone with a critical view would expect.

Yes I’m sceptical and I’m it to my bones. I just hope all this money doesn’t get sucked into a black whole of greedy and amoral politicians.

So help us God.

Time for change

I’m very sorry for not updating in such a long time.

Due to my tendency to procrastinate, I still haven’t fixed my internet problem.

Also, when one ends a relationship on a very busy time at work, little time is left for other things, no matter how absolutely fabulous they are.

Hopefully music will help me heal. My favorite du jour: