Venice is Not Sinking

One Year - Still Together, Still Growing Strong!!!

2012-02-01T16:48:00.000Z

HOORAYYY to vegetables and to doctors and to nurses and to love and to strenght and to mothers and daughters and mothers and sons and to love to love to love to love... to fruit juices and to organic vegetables!

you can pay the farmer or you can pay the hospital!

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2012-01-23T02:25:00.001Z

Poemas de Pessoa 13

2012-01-23T00:45:00.006Z

Domingo Irei
Álvaro de Campos

     Domingo irei para as hortas na pessoa dos outros,
    Contente da minha anonimidade.
    Domingo serei feliz - eles, eles...
    Domingo...
    Hoje é quinta-feira da semana que nãotem domingo...
    Nenhum domingo. -
    Nunca domingo. -
    Mas sempre haverá alguém nas hortasno domingo que vem.
    Assim passa a vida,
    Sutil para quem sente,
    Mais ou menos para quem pensa:
    Haverá sempre alguém nas hortasao domingo,
    Não no nosso domingo,
    Não no meu domingo,
    Não no domingo...
    Mas sempre haverá outros nas hortas eao domingo!

Etta James Dies at 73; Voice Behind ‘At Last’

2012-01-22T23:28:00.000Z

By Peter Keepnews - New York Times

Etta James, whose powerful, versatile andemotionally direct voice could enliven the raunchiest blues as well as thesubtlest love songs, most indelibly in her signature hit, “At Last,” died on Friday morning in Riverside, Calif.She was 73.
Her manager, Lupe DeLeon, said that the cause was complications of leukemia. Ms. James, who died atRiverside Community Hospital,had been undergoing treatment for some time for a number of conditions,including leukemia and dementia. She also lived in Riverside.
Ms. James was not easy to pigeonhole. She is mostoften referred to as a rhythm and blues singer, and that is how she made hername in the 1950s with records like “Good Rockin’ Daddy.” She is in both theRock and Roll Hall of Fame and the Blues Hall of Fame.
She was also comfortable, and convincing, singingpop standards, as she did in 1961 with “At Last,” which was written in 1941 andoriginally recorded by Glenn Miller’s orchestra. And among her four Grammy Awards (including alifetime-achievement honor in 2003) was one for best jazz vocal performance,which she won in 1995 for the album “Mystery Lady: Songs of Billie Holiday.”
Regardless of how she was categorized, she wasadmired. Expressing a common sentiment, Jon Pareles of The New York Times wrotein 1990 that she had “one of the great voices in American popular music, with ahuge range, a multiplicity of tones and vast reserves of volume.”
For all her accomplishments, Ms. James had anup-and-down career, partly because of changing audience tastes but largelybecause of drug problems. She developed a heroin habit in the 1960s; after sheovercame it in the 1970s, she began using cocaine. She candidly described herstruggles with addiction and her many trips to rehab in her autobiography,“Rage to Survive,” written with David Ritz (1995).
Etta James was born Jamesetta Hawkins in Los Angeles on Jan. 25,1938. Her mother, Dorothy Hawkins, was 14 at the time; her father was longgone, and Ms. James never knew for sure who he was, although she recalled hermother telling her that he was the celebrated pool player Rudolf Wanderone,better known as Minnesota Fats. She was reared by fosterparents and moved to San Franciscowith her mother when she was 12.
She began singing at the St. Paul Baptist Church in Los Angeles at 5 and turned to secular music as ateenager, forming a vocal group with two friends. She was 15 when she made herfirst record, “Roll With Me Henry,” which set her own lyricsto the tune of Hank Ballard and the Midnighters’ recent hit “Work With MeAnnie.” When some disc jockeys complained that the title was too suggestive, itwas changed to “The Wallflower,” although the record itself was not.
“The Wallflower” rose to No. 2 on therhythm-and-blues charts in 1954. As was often the case in those days withrecords by black performers, a toned-down version was soon recorded by a whitesinger and found a wider audience: Georgia Gibbs’s version, with the title andlyric changed to “Dance With Me, Henry,” was a No. 1 pop hit in 1955. (Itssuccess was not entirely bad news for Ms. James. She shared the songwritingroyalties with Mr. Ballard and the bandleader and talent scout Johnny Otis, whohad arranged for her recording session. Mr. Otis died on Tuesday.)
In 1960 Ms. James was signed by Chess Records, theChicago labelthat was home to Chuck Berry, Muddy Waters and other leading lights of blackmusic. She quickly had a string of hits, including “All I Could Do Was Cry,”“Trust in Me” and “At Last,” which established her asChess’s first major female star.
She remained with Chess well into the 1970s,reappearing on the charts after a long absence in 1967 with the funky andhigh-spirited “Tell Mama.” In the late ’70s and early ’80s she was an openingact for the Rolling Stones.
After decades of touring, recording for variouslabels and drifting in and out of the public eye, Ms. James found herself inthe news in 2009 after Beyoncé Knowles recorded a version of “At Last”closely modeled on hers. (Ms. Knowles played Ms. James in the 2008movie “Cadillac Records,” a fictionalized account of the rise and fall of Chess.)Ms. Knowles also performed “At Last” at an inaugural ball for President Obamain Washington.
When the movie was released, Ms. James had kindwords for Ms. Knowles’s portrayal. But in February 2009, referring specificallyto the Washingtonperformance, she told an audience, “I can’t stand Beyoncé,” and threatened to“whip” the younger singer for doing “At Last.” She later said she had beenjoking, but she did add that she wished she had been invited to sing the songherself for the new president.
Ms. James’s survivors include her husband of 42years, Artis Mills; two sons, Donto and Sametto James; and four grandchildren.
Though her life had its share of troubles to theend — her husband and sons were locked in a long-running battle over control ofher estate, which was resolved in her husband’s favor only weeks before herdeath — Ms. James said she wanted her music to transcend unhappiness ratherthan reflect it.
“A lot of people think the blues is depressing,”she told The Los Angeles Times in 1992, “but that’s not the blues I’m singing.When I’m singing blues, I’m singing life. People that can’t stand to listen tothe blues, they’ve got to be phonies.”

2012-01-16T02:13:00.002Z

Bizarre love triangle - 1987

2012-01-10T15:27:00.003Z

Beautiful Brunch

2012-01-09T22:39:00.000Z

In 2012 I'm converting people to eat better, to shop local, to buy organic!

2012-01-09T21:10:00.001Z

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2012-01-06T16:42:00.003Z

“We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.” -

Sir Winston Churchill British

Good Morning!

2012-01-06T09:31:00.003Z

2012-01-03T14:24:00.001Z

Luiza's Agenda December 2011

2012-01-03T13:29:00.003Z

Exhibitions:

Jesse Ash – Tulips & Roses, Brussels

Amel Bennys – SelmaFeriani, London

Robert Currie – Gimpel Fils, London

JonathanLasker: The 90s – Timothy Taylor, London

Paul Lee – Modern Art, London

Guy de Lussigny – Gimpel Fils, London

Manzoni: Azimut – Gagosian, London

Ryan McGinley: Wandering Comma –Alison Jacques, London

Catherine Opie – Stephen FriedmanGallery, London

Andrew Palmer – Timothy TaylorGallery, London

Lygia Pape – Serpentine Gallery, London

Postmodernism: Style andSubversion 1970-1990 – V& A, London

Kimber Smith – Modern Art, London

Alina Szapocznikow. SculptureUndone. 1955/1972 – Wiels, Brussels

Films:

3000 Miles to Graceland(2001). Demian Lichtenstein. With Kurt Russell, Kevin Costner and CourteneyCox.

The Best Years of Our Lives (1946). William Wyler. WithFredric March, Myrna Loy and Dana Andrews.

The Hungover Part II (2011). Todd Phillips. With BradleyCooper, Zach Galifianakis and Ed Helms.

The TexasChainsaw Massacre (1974). Tobe Hooper. With Marilyn Burns and Allen Danziger.

Series:

Desperate Housewives Series 5

I want to:

2012-01-02T22:41:00.002Z

1/1/2012

2012-01-01T17:15:00.001Z

We all wanna change the world...

2011-12-31T01:28:00.000Z

2011-12-30T16:02:00.002Z

George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill - "I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend, if you have one."

Winston Churchill, in response. - "Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second...if there is one."

Merry Christmas from Lisbon!

2011-12-25T14:14:00.003Z

2011-12-24T09:46:00.001Z

Boa noite Lisboa! Cheguei!

2011-12-23T01:27:00.000Z

2011-12-23T01:26:00.003Z

A Song about London

2011-12-19T14:35:00.001Z

Barry Manilow - It's a Miracle, London, It's a Miracle

2011-12-19T01:22:00.001Z

Luiza's Agenda November 2011

2011-12-19T01:21:00.000Z

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 andSeth Rogen.

Larry Crowne (2011). Tom Hanks. With Tom Hanks and JuliaRoberts.

The Lovely Bones (2009). Peter Jackson. With Rachel Weisz,Mark Walhberg and Susan Sarandon

Made of Honour (2008). Paul Weilan. With Patrick Dempsey andMichelle Monaghan.

True Grit (2010). Ethan and Joel Coen. With Matt Damon andJeff Bridges.

Books:

Paul Auster‘Sunset Park’

2011-12-18T22:23:00.001Z

Hitchens in one of the last photos taken of him.

2011-12-16T15:04:00.003Z

In the words of Salman Rushdie: "Goodbye, my beloved friend. A great voice falls silent. A great heart stops. Christopher Hitchens, April 13, 1949-December 15, 2011.

2011-12-16T14:50:00.003Z

SE CHOVER NEVA

Today the world woke up a much poorer place. Long live Christopher Hitchens.

2011-12-16T12:15:00.002Z

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."

2011-12-12T22:14:00.002Z

“A clown is like aspirin, only he works twice as fast”. Groucho Marx

Hoje faz 30 anos da vitória do Flamengo no Mundial de clubes.

2011-12-11T20:28:00.001Z

Linda reportagem do Globo!

http://oglobo.globo.com/infograficos/flamengo-30-anos/

For the weekend - Power naps!

2011-12-10T16:39:00.001Z

2011-12-06T01:52:00.001Z

One of the biggest idols of brazilian football died today. Long live Dr. Socrates.

2011-12-04T22:10:00.001Z

Clarice Lispector IV

2011-12-01T01:50:00.001Z

Não tenho tempo pra mais nada, ser feliz me consome muito.

My office runs in weird hours, cos I'm the...

2011-11-30T02:47:00.001Z

2011-11-29T20:01:00.001Z

Caption:

Folhas unidas à nascença, separadas pela leitura By Pedro Faro in Henri Lefebvre's "Everyday Life in the Modern World"

Umberto Eco: 'People are tired of simple things. They want to be challenged'

2011-11-29T19:56:00.001Z

"You are always shocked by how different critics' opinions are," he says. "I think a book should be judged 10 years later, after reading and re-reading it. I was always defined as too erudite and philosophical, too difficult. Then I wrote a novel that is not erudite at all, that is written in plain language, The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana, and among my novels it is the one that has sold the least. So probably I am writing for masochists. It's only publishers and some journalists who believe that people want simple things. People are tired of simple things. They want to be challenged." (Umberto Eco_The Guardian)

http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2011/nov/27/umberto-eco-people-tired-simple-things?fb_action_ids=283232358388795%2C10150577853554358%2C2410560662313%2C2707193407787%2C2707188127655&fb_action_types=news.reads&fb_ref=U-WFa5UTCTtEtv4pVLI2R7Vr-CFCONX01FRS-2p65zXXX%2CU-rCN4YP_QZZP14pD4IJEwqO-CFCONX01FRS-2p65zXXX%2CU-H6ZxMTYbV8rH4aEEIdj408-CFCONX01FRS-33kxcXXX%2CU-PZWtB6HE3xF84b8EI2zKHy-CFCONX01FRS-33yvaXXX%2CU-PZWtB6HE3xF84b8EI2zKHy-CFCONX01FRS-33h7mXXX&fb_source=other_multiline

(from Evandro Quintella's FB)

2011-11-29T13:05:00.001Z

Frédéric Durieu
A voir au Louvre

Poemas de Pessoa 12

2011-11-29T13:04:00.001Z

Ricardo Reis - Cada Coisa






     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.

2011-11-27T00:35:00.001Z

"Diz-me onde moras» Crónica de Miguel Esteves Cardoso

2011-11-27T00:34:00.001Z

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

El Teide - Tenerife

2011-11-26T01:52:00.001Z

Photo taken by Mateo Lopez

8th March Florence + the Machine - I'm there!

2011-11-25T22:09:00.001Z

Good Morning Friday!

2011-11-25T09:24:00.001Z

2011-11-25T01:23:00.001Z

1 in every 10 Europeans are conceived in an IKEA bed - Fact!

Best fish in the world is in Lisbon

2011-11-23T20:15:00.001Z

Clube da Vela, Belém - não há melhor!

I have Sjogren Syndrome and so does Venus!

2011-11-22T22:41:00.001Z

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

Hoje joga o Benfas!

2011-11-22T16:12:00.001Z

Boxing Away

2011-11-22T00:44:00.001Z

This weekend was like this:

2011-11-21T01:54:00.001Z

2011-11-20T15:28:00.001Z

Abraham Cruzvillegas at Modern Art Oxford

2011-11-19T15:50:00.001Z

2011-11-17T01:14:00.003Z

Hasan Elahi: FBI Here I am!

2011-11-16T01:24:00.001Z

Rio de Janeiro 31/10/2011

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Luiza's Agenda October 2011

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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

2011-11-14T14:01:00.000Z

Thank You GBS

2011-11-14T00:21:00.002Z

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.

Good Morning!

2011-11-13T12:37:00.000Z

Edition pillow cases by David Shrigley

Text of Yvonne Rainer’s Letter Denouncing Marina Abramovic’s LA MoCA Gala

2011-11-13T01:58:00.000Z

http://blogs.artinfo.com/artintheair/2011/11/11/read-the-full-text-of-yvonne-rainers-letter-denouncing-marina-abramovics-la-moca-gala/

Paddington Recreation Ground in Autumn

2011-11-13T01:56:00.000Z

2011-11-12T04:23:00.000Z

"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...

2011-11-12T04:22:00.000Z

a day in my life

2011-11-10T21:43:00.005Z

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!

Here for the week

2011-11-08T02:02:00.000Z

Com preguiça de viver...

2011-11-01T16:29:00.001Z

Bom Demais!

2011-11-01T01:11:00.000Z

Oh Quim... devias ter ficado pela Garagem da Vizinha...

2011-11-01T01:09:00.000Z

'Ainda Bem' - Marisa Monte

2011-10-31T01:43:00.001Z

Clipe Oficial com Anderson Silva - o Maior!

2011-10-30T23:50:00.000Z

CLUE - Childhood classic of the 80s

2011-10-29T20:55:00.002+01:00

2011-10-29T01:31:00.002+01:00

Elmgreen & Dragset at Frieze Art Fair

Staying Alive!

2011-10-28T01:40:00.002+01:00

Dedicated to B.'s 9 month battle! Nothing's stopping her!

Breast Cancer Awareness Week!

2011-10-27T17:45:00.001+01:00

one day to go!

Remains of an Art Fair

2011-10-27T17:39:00.000+01:00

Life's no good without some cheese!

2011-10-27T17:28:00.002+01:00

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...

2011-10-27T01:01:00.004+01:00

...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!!!

Breast Cancer Awareness Week - GET CHECKED!

2011-10-26T11:33:00.001+01:00

Grand Palais/ Paris

2011-10-23T00:15:00.000+01:00

FRIEZE - FIAC

2011-10-21T00:29:00.001+01:00

2011-10-18T16:57:00.001+01:00

After two cocktail parties; one standing dinner and one last seated dinner... this is an example of the things you can find inside your bag at the end of the night: A meatball canape stick!

2011-10-14T01:14:00.001+01:00

Aging with Grace

2011-10-12T00:26:00.001+01:00

2011-10-11T01:48:00.001+01:00

Butch & Sundance

2011-10-10T00:28:00.000+01:00

IF - Rudyard Kipling

2011-10-09T16:55:00.000+01:00

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!

Gabriel Kuri at South London Gallery

2011-10-09T16:52:00.000+01:00

Why '1984' won't be like '1984'

2011-10-07T01:43:00.001+01:00

In memory of SJ

2011-10-07T01:35:00.001+01:00

Not Classy!

2011-10-07T01:07:00.001+01:00

I would indulge in one of these - now!

2011-10-05T22:59:00.000+01:00

*guilty pleasure*

2011-10-05T22:15:00.001+01:00

Surreal!

2011-10-05T22:03:00.001+01:00

Never Argue with a Woman...

2011-10-04T00:31:00.000+01:00

This came to my email this week:

One morning, the husband returns the boat to their lakeside cottage after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap.
Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors with her feet up, and begins to read her book..

The peace and solitude are magnificent.
Along comes a Fish and Game Warden in his boat..
He pulls up alongside the woman and says, 'Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?'
'Reading a book,' she replies, (thinking, 'Isn't that obvious?') .

'You're in a Restricted Fishing Area,' he informs her.
'I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading.'
'Yes, but I see you have all the equipment.
For all I know you could start at any moment.
I'll have to take you in and write you up.'

'If you do that, I'll have to charge you
with sexual assault,' says the woman.

'But I haven't even touched you,' says the Game Warden.

'That's true, but you have all the
equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.'

'Have a nice day ma'am,' and he left.

MORAL:
Never argue with a woman who reads.
It's likely she can also think.
Send this to four women who are thinkers or men who can take it.
If you receive this, you know you're intelligent.

Tea Time at 1.30am

2011-10-03T01:42:00.001+01:00

Jorge Macchi at SMAK in Ghent

2011-10-02T22:25:00.000+01:00

Luiza's Agenda September 2011

2011-10-02T22:16:00.002+01:00

Exhibitions:
James Casebere – Lisson Gallery, London
Contested Terrains: Level 2 Show – Tate Modern, London
Abraham Cruzvillegas – Modern Art Oxford
Ryan Gander: Locked Room Scenario – Artangel project, London
Aya Haidar. Behind Closed Doors – Bischoff/Weiss, London
Thilo Heinzmann – Carl Freedman Gallery, London
Roni Horn - Hauser & Wirth, London
Peter Hujar: Thek’s Studio 1967 – Maureen Paley, London
Christian Jankowski – Lisson Gallery, London
Nicene Kossentini: Boujmal – Selma Feriani Gallery, London
Joseph Kosuth – Spruth Magers, London
Gabriel Kuri – South London Gallery
Elad Lassry – White Cube, London
Josiah McElheny: The Bloomberg Commission – Whitechapel Gallery, London
Joan Miro – Tate Modern, London
Michelangelo Pistoletto – Simon Lee Gallery, London
James Richards – Chisenhale, London
Conrad Shawcross: Sequential - Victoria Miró Gallery, London
Taryn Simon – Tate Modern, London
Nedko Solakov – IKON, Birmingham
Thomas Struth: Photographs 1978 / 2010 – Whitechapel Gallery, London
Kerry Tribe – Modern Art Oxford
Adriana Varejão – Victoria Miró Gallery, London
Untitled 12th Istambul Biennial
The London Art Book Fair – Whitechapel Gallery

Films:
Dinner for Schmucks (2010). Jay Roach. With Steve Carell and Paul Rudd.
Frozen (2010). Adam Green. With Shawn Ashmore, Emma Bell and Kevin Zegers.
Going the Distance (2010). Nanette Burnstein. With Drew Barrymore and Justin Long.
Gone Baby Gone (2007). Ben Affleck. With Casey Affleck, Morgan Freeman and Ed Harris.
Jane Eyre (2011). Carey Fukunaga. With Mia Wasikowska, Michael Fasbender and Judi Dench
Paranormal Activity 2 (2010). Tod Williams. With Katie Fatherstone and Sprague Grayden.
My Stepmother Is an Alien (1988). Richard Benjamin. With Dan Aykroyd and Kim Basinger.
The Social Network (2010). David Fincher and Aaron Sorkin. With Jesse Eisenberg, Andrew Garfield and Justin Timberlake.

Books:
Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte

Theatre:
One For The Road/ Victoria Station – by Harold Pinter at the Print Room, London

Clarice Lispector III

2011-10-01T01:25:00.002+01:00

Porque eu fazia do amor um cálculo matemático errado: pensava que, somando as compreensões, eu amava. Não sabia que, somando as incompreensões é que se ama verdadeiramente. Porque eu, só por ter tido carinho, pensei que amar é fácil.

Venice is Not Sinking

One Year - Still Together, Still Growing Strong!!!

you can pay the farmer or you can pay the hospital!

Poemas de Pessoa 13

Etta James Dies at 73; Voice Behind ‘At Last’

Bizarre love triangle - 1987

Beautiful Brunch

In 2012 I'm converting people to eat better, to shop local, to buy organic!

“We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.” -

Sir Winston Churchill British

Good Morning!

Luiza's Agenda December 2011

I want to:

1/1/2012

We all wanna change the world...

Merry Christmas from Lisbon!

Boa noite Lisboa! Cheguei!

A Song about London

Luiza's Agenda November 2011

Hitchens in one of the last photos taken of him.

In the words of Salman Rushdie: "Goodbye, my beloved friend. A great voice falls silent. A great heart stops. Christopher Hitchens, April 13, 1949-December 15, 2011.

Today the world woke up a much poorer place. Long live Christopher Hitchens.

Hoje faz 30 anos da vitória do Flamengo no Mundial de clubes.

Linda reportagem do Globo!

For the weekend - Power naps!

One of the biggest idols of brazilian football died today. Long live Dr. Socrates.

Clarice Lispector IV

My office runs in weird hours, cos I'm the...

Folhas unidas à nascença, separadas pela leitura By Pedro Faro in Henri Lefebvre's "Everyday Life in the Modern World"

Umberto Eco: 'People are tired of simple things. They want to be challenged'

Frédéric DurieuA voir au Louvre

Poemas de Pessoa 12

"Diz-me onde moras» Crónica de Miguel Esteves Cardoso

El Teide - Tenerife

8th March Florence + the Machine - I'm there!

Good Morning Friday!

1 in every 10 Europeans are conceived in an IKEA bed - Fact!

Best fish in the world is in Lisbon

I have Sjogren Syndrome and so does Venus!

Hoje joga o Benfas!

Boxing Away

This weekend was like this:

Abraham Cruzvillegas at Modern Art Oxford

Hasan Elahi: FBI Here I am!

Rio de Janeiro 31/10/2011

Luiza's Agenda October 2011

Thank You GBS

Good Morning!

Text of Yvonne Rainer’s Letter Denouncing Marina Abramovic’s LA MoCA Gala

Paddington Recreation Ground in Autumn

a day in my life

Here for the week

Com preguiça de viver...

Bom Demais!

'Ainda Bem' - Marisa Monte

CLUE - Childhood classic of the 80s

Staying Alive!

Breast Cancer Awareness Week!

Remains of an Art Fair

Life's no good without some cheese!

The most difficult decision...

Breast Cancer Awareness Week - GET CHECKED!

Grand Palais/ Paris

FRIEZE - FIAC

Aging with Grace

Butch & Sundance

IF - Rudyard Kipling

Gabriel Kuri at South London Gallery

Why '1984' won't be like '1984'

In memory of SJ

Not Classy!

I would indulge in one of these - now!

Surreal!

Never Argue with a Woman...

Tea Time at 1.30am

Jorge Macchi at SMAK in Ghent

Luiza's Agenda September 2011

Clarice Lispector III

Frédéric Durieu
A voir au Louvre