"PARA SER GRANDE, sê inteiro: nada Teu exagera ou exclui. Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és No mínimo que fazes. Assim em cada lago a lua toda Brilha, porque alta vive." Ricardo Reis
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Tuesday, 29 November 2011
Umberto Eco: 'People are tired of simple things. They want to be challenged'
"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)
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Never Argue with a Woman...
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.
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.
Monday, 26 September 2011
Tuesday, 13 September 2011
Sunday, 3 July 2011
Prize for Oddest Title of the Year
Hilarious!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bookseller/Diagram_Prize_for_Oddest_Title_of_the_Year
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bookseller/Diagram_Prize_for_Oddest_Title_of_the_Year
Thursday, 2 June 2011
Wednesday, 27 April 2011
So proud of my friend!
by Maria Sales Caldeira
Labels:
Books,
José Saramago,
Maria Caldeira,
Poemas de Pessoa,
Video
Friday, 22 April 2011
Let the mystery writ upon the jaguars die with me. He who has glimpsed the universe, he who has glimpsed the burning designs of the universe, can have no thought for a man, for a man’s trivial joys or calamities, though he himself be that man. He was that man, who no longer matters to him. What does he care about the fate of that other man, what does he care about the other man’s nation, when now he is no one? That is why I do not speak the formula, that is why, lying in darkness, I allow the days to forget me.
Sunday, 27 March 2011
Good old volleyball times...
I'm reading this book called The thing about life is that one day you'll be dead by David Shields and there is a passage that took me directly back to my volleyball years... the memories from that time are bittersweet, mostly because I think I might have been more sucessful in another sport, since I never grew enough to be a top player, but some of them are really good: (specially having found 'myman' there)
"The junior varsity played immediately after the varsity. At the end of the third quarter of the varsity game, all of us on the JV, wearing our good sweaters, good shoes, and only ties, would leave the gym to go change for our game. I loved leaving right when the varsity game was getting interesting; I loved everyone seeing us as a group, me belonging to that group, and everyone wishing us luck; I loved being part of the crowd and breaking away from the crowd to go play. And then when I was playing, I knew the crowd was there, but they slid into the distance like the overhead lights."
(although I must say, most of the time our crowd was more like half a dozen parents)
"The junior varsity played immediately after the varsity. At the end of the third quarter of the varsity game, all of us on the JV, wearing our good sweaters, good shoes, and only ties, would leave the gym to go change for our game. I loved leaving right when the varsity game was getting interesting; I loved everyone seeing us as a group, me belonging to that group, and everyone wishing us luck; I loved being part of the crowd and breaking away from the crowd to go play. And then when I was playing, I knew the crowd was there, but they slid into the distance like the overhead lights."
(although I must say, most of the time our crowd was more like half a dozen parents)
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