Saturday, 31 December 2011
Friday, 30 December 2011
Sunday, 25 December 2011
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Friday, 23 December 2011
Monday, 19 December 2011
L's Agenda November 2011
Exhibitions:
Art & Project Bulletins 1968/1989 – Cabinet Gallery, London
Paul Noble – Gagosian, London
Doris Salcedo – Gulbenkian, Lisbon
Scripted Across the Indian Ocean –
Green Cardomon, London
This is Not a Book – TEA, Tenerife
Under Construction – TEA, Tenerife
Films:
50/50 (2011). Jonathan Levine. With Joseph Gordon-Levitt and
Seth Rogen.
Larry Crowne (2011). Tom Hanks. With Tom Hanks and Julia
Roberts.
The Lovely Bones (2009). Peter Jackson. With Rachel Weisz,
Mark Walhberg and Susan Sarandon
Made of Honour (2008). Paul Weilan. With Patrick Dempsey and
Michelle Monaghan.
True Grit (2010). Ethan and Joel Coen. With Matt Damon and
Jeff Bridges.
Books:
Paul Auster
‘Sunset Park’
Sunday, 18 December 2011
Friday, 16 December 2011
Today the world woke up a much poorer place. Long live Christopher Hitchens.
Richard Lea FROM THE GUARDIAN on 16/12/2011
The writer, journalist and contrarian Christopher Hitchens
has died at the age of 62 after crossing the border into the "land of
malady" on being diagnosed with an oesophageal cancer in June 2010.
Vanity Fair, for which he had written since 1992 and was made
contributing editor, marked his death in a memorial article posted late
on Thursday night.
The reactions to Hitchens's illness from his intellectual opponents – which ranged from undisguised glee to offers of prayers – testified to his stature as one of the leading voices of secularism since the publication in 2007 of his anti-religious polemic God is Not Great. The reaction from the author himself, who after a lifetime of "burning the candle of both ends" described his illness as "something so predictable and banal that it bores even me", testified to the sharpness of his wit and the clarity of his thinking under fire, as he dissected the discourse of "struggle" that surrounds cancer, paid tribute to the medical staff who looked after him and resolved to "resist bodily as best I can, even if only passively, and to seek the most advanced advice".
Born in 1949, Hitchens was sent to boarding school at the age of eight, his mother deciding: "If there is going to be an upper class in this country, then Christopher is going to be in it." This resolution pursued him to his time at Oxford, where he confessed to leading a "double life" as both an "ally of the working class" and as a guest at cocktail parties where he could meet "near-legendary members of the establishment's firmament on nearly equal terms".
After he graduated in 1970 with a third-class degree, the doors of Fleet Street opened wide for Hitchens, who followed his friend James Fenton into a job at the New Statesman. He began a lifelong friendship with Martin Amis and quickly gained a reputation as a pugnacious leftwing commentator, excoriating targets such as the Roman Catholic church, the Vietnam war and Henry Kissinger in dazzling essays, news reports and book reviews.
A resolution to spend time at least once a year in "a country less fortunate than [his] own" spurred him to witness the stirrings of revolution in Portugal and Poland, as well as counter-revolution in Argentina. His mother's death in Athens, killing herself in a suicide pact with her lover, saw him reporting on the overthrow of the Greek junta in 1973.
Expeditions followed to Romania, Nicaragua, Malaysia and beyond. Hitchens travelled to post-war Iraq in 2006, Uganda in 2007 and Venezuela in 2008. A report for the New Statesman from Beirut brought rare praise from his father, a former navy officer who telephoned to say the piece was "very good", and that he "thought it rather brave … to go there". This validation was all the sweeter for a son who believed he'd always disappointed his father "by not being good at cricket or rugger".
New York offered an escape from the contradictions of the British class system that Hitchens grabbed with both hands, when the offer of a job on the left-leaning weekly magazine the Nation came in 1981. Columns for Slate.com and Vanity Fair followed, with Hitchens consummating his love affair with American life when he took US citizenship in 2007.
Meanwhile he maintained an intense rivalry with his younger brother Peter, who followed him into journalism but found his place on the opposite side of the political spectrum, working first for the Daily Express and then the Mail on Sunday. Both downplayed talk of a rift, but Peter confessed in 2009 that they were "not close". "If we weren't brothers we wouldn't know each other," he said.
One of the many issues that divided the brothers was the 2003 Iraq war, with Peter arguing that the war was "against Britain's interests", while Christopher supported a war that he suggested would stop Saddam Hussein using the country as "his own personal torture chamber".
His advocacy for the Iraq war was only the latest of Hitchens's positions that many on the left found uncomfortable, and led to a chill in his relations with Gore Vidal, who had once nominated him a "successor, an inheritor, a dauphin or delphino". But Hitchens's opposition to what he called "fascism with an Islamic face" began long before 9/11, with the fatwa on his friend Salman Rushdie, imposed by the Ayatollah Khomeini, whom Hitchens accused of "using religion to mount a contract killing", after the publication of The Satanic Verses.
Religion, or at least a fierce aversion to it, fuelled Hitchens's ascent towards celebrity, particularly in his adopted homeland, after the publication of God is Not Great in 2007. In it he argued that religion is "violent, irrational, intolerant, allied to racism and tribalism and bigotry, invested in ignorance and hostile to free inquiry", notching up sales of more than 500,000 copies.
Hitchens gave short shrift to the "insulting" suggestion that cancer might persuade him to change his position where reason had not, arguing that to ditch principles "held for a lifetime, in the hope of gaining favour at the last minute" would be a "hucksterish choice", and urging those who had taken it upon themselves to pray for him not to "trouble deaf heaven with your bootless cries".
Writing in his 2010 memoir, Hitch-22, Hitchens said that he hoped and believed his "advancing age has not quite shamed my youth", disavowing the "'simple' ordinary propositions" of his younger days in favour of the maxim that "it is an absolute certainty that there are no certainties".
"One reason, then, that I would not relive my life," he continued, "is that one cannot be born knowing such things, but must find them out, even when they then seem bloody obvious, for oneself."
The reactions to Hitchens's illness from his intellectual opponents – which ranged from undisguised glee to offers of prayers – testified to his stature as one of the leading voices of secularism since the publication in 2007 of his anti-religious polemic God is Not Great. The reaction from the author himself, who after a lifetime of "burning the candle of both ends" described his illness as "something so predictable and banal that it bores even me", testified to the sharpness of his wit and the clarity of his thinking under fire, as he dissected the discourse of "struggle" that surrounds cancer, paid tribute to the medical staff who looked after him and resolved to "resist bodily as best I can, even if only passively, and to seek the most advanced advice".
Born in 1949, Hitchens was sent to boarding school at the age of eight, his mother deciding: "If there is going to be an upper class in this country, then Christopher is going to be in it." This resolution pursued him to his time at Oxford, where he confessed to leading a "double life" as both an "ally of the working class" and as a guest at cocktail parties where he could meet "near-legendary members of the establishment's firmament on nearly equal terms".
After he graduated in 1970 with a third-class degree, the doors of Fleet Street opened wide for Hitchens, who followed his friend James Fenton into a job at the New Statesman. He began a lifelong friendship with Martin Amis and quickly gained a reputation as a pugnacious leftwing commentator, excoriating targets such as the Roman Catholic church, the Vietnam war and Henry Kissinger in dazzling essays, news reports and book reviews.
A resolution to spend time at least once a year in "a country less fortunate than [his] own" spurred him to witness the stirrings of revolution in Portugal and Poland, as well as counter-revolution in Argentina. His mother's death in Athens, killing herself in a suicide pact with her lover, saw him reporting on the overthrow of the Greek junta in 1973.
Expeditions followed to Romania, Nicaragua, Malaysia and beyond. Hitchens travelled to post-war Iraq in 2006, Uganda in 2007 and Venezuela in 2008. A report for the New Statesman from Beirut brought rare praise from his father, a former navy officer who telephoned to say the piece was "very good", and that he "thought it rather brave … to go there". This validation was all the sweeter for a son who believed he'd always disappointed his father "by not being good at cricket or rugger".
New York offered an escape from the contradictions of the British class system that Hitchens grabbed with both hands, when the offer of a job on the left-leaning weekly magazine the Nation came in 1981. Columns for Slate.com and Vanity Fair followed, with Hitchens consummating his love affair with American life when he took US citizenship in 2007.
Meanwhile he maintained an intense rivalry with his younger brother Peter, who followed him into journalism but found his place on the opposite side of the political spectrum, working first for the Daily Express and then the Mail on Sunday. Both downplayed talk of a rift, but Peter confessed in 2009 that they were "not close". "If we weren't brothers we wouldn't know each other," he said.
One of the many issues that divided the brothers was the 2003 Iraq war, with Peter arguing that the war was "against Britain's interests", while Christopher supported a war that he suggested would stop Saddam Hussein using the country as "his own personal torture chamber".
His advocacy for the Iraq war was only the latest of Hitchens's positions that many on the left found uncomfortable, and led to a chill in his relations with Gore Vidal, who had once nominated him a "successor, an inheritor, a dauphin or delphino". But Hitchens's opposition to what he called "fascism with an Islamic face" began long before 9/11, with the fatwa on his friend Salman Rushdie, imposed by the Ayatollah Khomeini, whom Hitchens accused of "using religion to mount a contract killing", after the publication of The Satanic Verses.
Religion, or at least a fierce aversion to it, fuelled Hitchens's ascent towards celebrity, particularly in his adopted homeland, after the publication of God is Not Great in 2007. In it he argued that religion is "violent, irrational, intolerant, allied to racism and tribalism and bigotry, invested in ignorance and hostile to free inquiry", notching up sales of more than 500,000 copies.
Hitchens gave short shrift to the "insulting" suggestion that cancer might persuade him to change his position where reason had not, arguing that to ditch principles "held for a lifetime, in the hope of gaining favour at the last minute" would be a "hucksterish choice", and urging those who had taken it upon themselves to pray for him not to "trouble deaf heaven with your bootless cries".
Writing in his 2010 memoir, Hitch-22, Hitchens said that he hoped and believed his "advancing age has not quite shamed my youth", disavowing the "'simple' ordinary propositions" of his younger days in favour of the maxim that "it is an absolute certainty that there are no certainties".
"One reason, then, that I would not relive my life," he continued, "is that one cannot be born knowing such things, but must find them out, even when they then seem bloody obvious, for oneself."
Monday, 12 December 2011
Sunday, 11 December 2011
Hoje faz 30 anos da vitória do Flamengo no Mundial de clubes.
http://oglobo.globo.com/infograficos/flamengo-30-anos/
Saturday, 10 December 2011
Tuesday, 6 December 2011
Sunday, 4 December 2011
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Wednesday, 30 November 2011
Tuesday, 29 November 2011
Umberto Eco: 'People are tired of simple things. They want to be challenged'
(from Evandro Quintella's FB)
Poemas de Pessoa 12
Cada coisa a seu tempo tem seu tempo. Não florescem no inverno os arvoredos, Nem pela primavera Têm branco frio os campos. À noite, que entra, não pertence, Lídia, O mesmo ardor que o dia nos pedia. Com mais sossego amemos A nossa incerta vida. À lareira, cansados não da obra Mas porque a hora é a hora dos cansaços, Não puxemos a voz Acima de um segredo, E casuais, interrompidas, sejam Nossas palavras de reminiscência (Não para mais nos serve A negra ida do Sol) - Pouco a pouco o passado recordemos E as histórias contadas no passado Agora duas vezes Histórias, que nos falem Das flores que na nossa infância ida Com outra consciência nós colhíamos E sob uma outra espécie De olhar lançado ao mundo. E assim, Lídia, à lareira, como estando, Deuses lares, ali na eternidade, Como quem compõe roupas O outrora compúnhamos Nesse desassossego que o descanso Nos traz às vidas quando só pensamos Naquilo que já fomos, E há só noite lá fora.
Sunday, 27 November 2011
"Diz-me onde moras» Crónica de Miguel Esteves Cardoso
Diz-me onde moras...
Um dos grandes problemas da nossa sociedade é o trauma da morada. Por exemplo. Há uns anos, um grande amigo meu, que morava em Sete Rios, comprou um andar em Carnaxide. Fica pertíssimo de Lisboa, é agradável, tem árvores e cafés. Só tinha um problema. Era em Carnaxide. Nunca mais ninguém o viu.
Para quem vive em Lisboa, tinha emigrado para a Mauritânia! Acontece o mesmo com todos os sítios acabados em -ide, como Carnide e Moscavide. Rimam com Tide e com Pide e as pessoas não lhes ligam pevide. Um palácio com sessenta quartos em Carnide é sempre mais traumático do que umas águas-furtadas em Cascais. É a injustiça do endereço. Está-se numa festa e as pessoas perguntam, por boa educação ou por curiosidade, onde é que vivemos. O tamanho e a arquitectura da casa não interessam. Mas morre imediatamente quem disser que mora em Massamá, Brandoa, Cumeada, Agualva-Cacém, Abuxarda, Alformelos, Murtosa, Angeja… ou em qualquer outro sítio que soe à toponímia de Angola. Para não falar na Cova da Piedade, na Coina, no Fogueteiro e na Cruz de Pau. (...) Ao ler os nomes de alguns sítios – Penedo, Magoito, Porrais, Venda das Raparigas, compreende-se porque é que Portugal não está preparado para entrar na CEE.
De facto, com sítios chamados Finca Joelhos (concelho de Avis) e Deixa o Resto (Santiago do Cacém), como é que a Europa nos vai querer integrar?
Compreende-se logo que o trauma de viver na Damaia ou na Reboleira não é nada comparado com certos nomes portugueses. Imagine-se o impacte de dizer "Eu sou da Margalha" (Gavião) no meio de um jantar. Veja-se a cena num chá dançante em que um rapaz pergunta delicadamente "E a menina de onde é?", e a menina diz: "Eu sou da Fonte da Rata" (Espinho).
E suponhamos que, para aliviar, o senhor prossiga, perguntando "E onde mora, presentemente?", só para ouvir dizer que a senhora habita na Herdade da Chouriça (Estremoz).
É terrível. O que não será o choque psicológico da criança que acorda, logo depois do parto, para verificar que acaba de nascer na localidade de Vergão Fundeiro? Vergão Fundeiro, que fica no concelho de Proença-a-Nova, parece o nome de uma versão transmontana do Garganta Funda. Aliás, que se pode dizer de um país que conta não com uma Vergadela (em Braga), mas com duas, contando com a Vergadela de Santo Tirso? Será ou não exagerado relatar a existência, no concelho de Arouca, de uma Vergadelas? É evidente, na nossa cultura, que existe o trauma da "terra". Ninguém é do Porto ou de Lisboa.
Toda a gente é de outra terra qualquer. Geralmente, como veremos, a nossa terra tem um nome profundamente embaraçante, daqueles que fazem apetecer mentir. Qualquer bilhete de identidade fica comprometido pela indicação de naturalidade que reze Fonte do Bebe e Vai-te (Oliveira do bairro). É absolutamente impossível explicar este acidente da natureza a amigos estrangeiros ("I am from the Fountain of Drink and GoAway...").
Apresente-se no aeroporto com o cartão de desembarque a denunciá-lo como sendo originário de Filha Boa. Verá que não é bem atendido.(...) Não há limites. Há até um lugar chamado amigalhaço, no concelho de Ponte de Lima.
Urge proceder à renomeação de todos estes apeadeiros. Há que dar-lhes nomes
civilizados e europeus, ou então parecidos com os nomes dos restaurantes giraços, tipo Não Sei, A Mousse é Caseira, ou Vai Mais um Rissól.(...)
Também deve ser difícil arranjar outro país onde se possa fazer um percurso
que vá da Fome Aguda à Carne Assada (Sintra) passando pelo Corte Pão e Água
(Mértola), sem passar por Poriço (Vila Verde), e acabando a comprar rebuçados em Bombom do "Bogadouro"¹, (Amarante), depois de ter parado parafazer um chi-chi em Alçaperna (Lousã).
¹ - Bogadouro é o Mogadouro quando se está constipado!!!
(Miguel Esteves Cardoso)
Crónica publicada na revista Visão
Saturday, 26 November 2011
Friday, 25 November 2011
Wednesday, 23 November 2011
Tuesday, 22 November 2011
I have Sjogren Syndrome and so does Venus!
Venus Williams raises awareness for Sjogren Syndrome!
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/09/02/sports/tennis/2011-us-open-venus-williams-describes-fights-with-fatigue.html?_r=1&ref=tennis
Monday, 21 November 2011
Sunday, 20 November 2011
Saturday, 19 November 2011
Thursday, 17 November 2011
Wednesday, 16 November 2011
Monday, 14 November 2011
L's Agenda October 2011
Exhibitions:
Charles Avery – Pilar Corrias, London
Marlene Dumas – Frith Street Gallery, London
Marte Eknaes. Escalate – Between Bridges, London
Joan Jonas. Volcano Saga 1985/1994 – Wilkinson Gallery, London
Joan Jonas. Drawing Languages – Wilkinson Gallery, London
Anja Kirschner and David Panos. Living truthfully under imaginary circumstances – Hollybush Gardens, London
Mark Luyten – Micheline Szwajcer, Antwerp
Scott Lyall – Campoli Presti, London
Elizabeth Neel ‘Sphinx Ditch’ – Pilar Corrias, London
NUTS (Group Show) Arseniy Zhilyaev, Egor Koshelev, EliKuka, Olya Kroytor, Tigran Khachatryan, Vlad Kulkov – Regina Gallery, London
Albert Oehlen – Thomas Dane, London
Bettina Samson. Malluma Materio – Nettie Horn, London
Wolfgang Tillmans – Chantal Crousel, Paris
Richard Tuttle – Stuart Shave Modern Art, London
Sophie Von Hellermann. Crying for the sunset – Vilma Gold, London
Rebecca Warren. Come Helga, this Is No Place For Us II – Maureen Paley, London
FRIEZE, London
FIAC, Paris
Films:
Blue Valentine (2010). Derek Cianfrance. With Michelle Williams and Ryan Gosling
Corpse Bride (2005). Tim Burton. Voices: Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter.
Due Date (2010). Todd Phillips. With Zach Galifanakis and Robert Downey Jr.
Hallowen: The Curse of Michael Myers (1995) Joe Chappelle. Donald Pleasence, Paul Rudd and Marianne Hagan.
In Her Shoes. (2005) Curtis Hanson. With Cameron Diaz, Toni Collette and Shirley MacLaine.
Just Go With It (2011). Dennis Dugan. With Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston
The King’s Speech (2010). Tom Hooper. With Colin Firth, Helena Bonham Carter and Geoffrey Rush
Parent Trap (1961). David Swift. With Hayleen Mills, Maureen O’Hara and Brian Keith.
Valentine’s Day (2010). Garry Marshall. With Julia Roberts, Jamie Foxx and Anne Hathaway.
The Wrestler (2010). Darren Aronofsky. With Mickey Rourke, Marisa Tomei and Evan Rachel Wood
You’ve Got Mail (1998). Norah Ephron. With Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks.
Books:
Albert Camus – The Plague
Charles Avery – Pilar Corrias, London
Marlene Dumas – Frith Street Gallery, London
Marte Eknaes. Escalate – Between Bridges, London
Joan Jonas. Volcano Saga 1985/1994 – Wilkinson Gallery, London
Joan Jonas. Drawing Languages – Wilkinson Gallery, London
Anja Kirschner and David Panos. Living truthfully under imaginary circumstances – Hollybush Gardens, London
Mark Luyten – Micheline Szwajcer, Antwerp
Scott Lyall – Campoli Presti, London
Elizabeth Neel ‘Sphinx Ditch’ – Pilar Corrias, London
NUTS (Group Show) Arseniy Zhilyaev, Egor Koshelev, EliKuka, Olya Kroytor, Tigran Khachatryan, Vlad Kulkov – Regina Gallery, London
Albert Oehlen – Thomas Dane, London
Bettina Samson. Malluma Materio – Nettie Horn, London
Wolfgang Tillmans – Chantal Crousel, Paris
Richard Tuttle – Stuart Shave Modern Art, London
Sophie Von Hellermann. Crying for the sunset – Vilma Gold, London
Rebecca Warren. Come Helga, this Is No Place For Us II – Maureen Paley, London
FRIEZE, London
FIAC, Paris
Films:
Blue Valentine (2010). Derek Cianfrance. With Michelle Williams and Ryan Gosling
Corpse Bride (2005). Tim Burton. Voices: Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter.
Due Date (2010). Todd Phillips. With Zach Galifanakis and Robert Downey Jr.
Hallowen: The Curse of Michael Myers (1995) Joe Chappelle. Donald Pleasence, Paul Rudd and Marianne Hagan.
In Her Shoes. (2005) Curtis Hanson. With Cameron Diaz, Toni Collette and Shirley MacLaine.
Just Go With It (2011). Dennis Dugan. With Adam Sandler and Jennifer Aniston
The King’s Speech (2010). Tom Hooper. With Colin Firth, Helena Bonham Carter and Geoffrey Rush
Parent Trap (1961). David Swift. With Hayleen Mills, Maureen O’Hara and Brian Keith.
Valentine’s Day (2010). Garry Marshall. With Julia Roberts, Jamie Foxx and Anne Hathaway.
The Wrestler (2010). Darren Aronofsky. With Mickey Rourke, Marisa Tomei and Evan Rachel Wood
You’ve Got Mail (1998). Norah Ephron. With Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks.
Books:
Albert Camus – The Plague
Thank You GBS
On a day where questions come up about what is it really that I'm doing everyday and why I'm doing it, George Bernard Shaw brings the answer:
A fool's brain digests philosophy into folly, science into superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education.
A fool's brain digests philosophy into folly, science into superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education.
Sunday, 13 November 2011
Text of Yvonne Rainer’s Letter Denouncing Marina Abramovic’s LA MoCA Gala
http://blogs.artinfo.com/artintheair/2011/11/11/read-the-full-text-of-yvonne-rainers-letter-denouncing-marina-abramovics-la-moca-gala/
Saturday, 12 November 2011
"O orcamento nacional precisa ser equilibrado. As dividas publicas devem ser reduzidas, a arrogancia das autoridades deve ser moderada e controlada. Os pagamentos a governo estrangeiros devem ser reduzidos se a nacao nao quiser ir a falencia. As pessoas devem novamente aprender a trabalhar em vez de viver por conta publica." Cicero - Roma 55 AC...
Thursday, 10 November 2011
a day in my life
After ten days in the almost African island of Tenerife with installing, art, artists, people, conversations, exchanges, spanish, italian, english, portuguese, standing up, running around, eating like an elephant, volcanos, artists' books, artworks, learning, working hard and finally total exhaustion; I find myself with a huge headache, a stomachache, my intestinal flora gone wild, my neck has gone rock stiff and I just want to sleep for 72 hours straight! Unfortunately life does not permit that for the moment, so I'm back on the road - 1001 meetings in the beautiful city of Madrid for 24 hours. Going directly from the airport to a lunch meeting, I end up having to drag my two trolley bags along... for the whole day! After saying no no no - to many party/dinners and opening invitations, at 10pm I finally head to the hotel, to only discover that there is NO ROOM SERVICE!! (total dissapointment). As things are more than worst in concerns to my digestive system (I think I went to every bathroom I laid my eyes upon today), I leave the hotel in search of a nice soup. I'm thinking chicken broth, Canjinha da Mamae, to be more precise. Well, fat chance of getting any of that. All restaurants have tomato soup, pimientos soup, mushroom cream, asparagus cream... nothing does it and I end up in one of my top 10 lows restaurant-wise - SUSHI ON THE TRAIN!!! Bahhh!!! But they had a list of soups and I have a very nice vegetable soup with noodles, wasn't bad, I survived and Paul Auster and his new Sunset Park where there with me to make loneliness seem less cruel. Actually being alone was exactly what I needed at the moment, no one talking to me and no one to talk to. I came back and the hotel, which is situated in the nice Calle Montera, where all the curvy, raunchy ladies of pleasure await their turn, wins me over in the end: The shower is so powerful that I will have two in my short 12 hour stay!
Tuesday, 8 November 2011
Tuesday, 1 November 2011
Monday, 31 October 2011
Sunday, 30 October 2011
Saturday, 29 October 2011
Friday, 28 October 2011
Thursday, 27 October 2011
Life's no good without some cheese!
A rainy afternoon sick in the sofa, calls for cheesy memories of your favourite teenage TV Series - Rory & Logan - I wish a film sequel was produced!
The most difficult decision...
...in a woman's life: Which toilet to pick in a public bathroom?
- The first door is the biggest NoNo. Everyone who does not think about these things or is just practical, will go for the first one. So stay out of that one - it''s probably smelly and pee'ed all over.
- Stay away from the last door as well. People who want to go for number 2 often go for the most hidden, secluded and less used toilets - which they think is the one that is furthest away.
- The second door is also not good, as it is used by all the people that avoid doors number one and four.
- So, yes definetely go for door number 3! The less used and most likely to be clean.
Or then again, maybe not... who knows, there is a chance that everyone thinks like me, which means toilet number three is filthy!!!
- The first door is the biggest NoNo. Everyone who does not think about these things or is just practical, will go for the first one. So stay out of that one - it''s probably smelly and pee'ed all over.
- Stay away from the last door as well. People who want to go for number 2 often go for the most hidden, secluded and less used toilets - which they think is the one that is furthest away.
- The second door is also not good, as it is used by all the people that avoid doors number one and four.
- So, yes definetely go for door number 3! The less used and most likely to be clean.
Or then again, maybe not... who knows, there is a chance that everyone thinks like me, which means toilet number three is filthy!!!
Wednesday, 26 October 2011
Sunday, 23 October 2011
Friday, 21 October 2011
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Friday, 14 October 2011
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Monday, 10 October 2011
Sunday, 9 October 2011
IF - Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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