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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."

Sunday, 11 December 2011

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


Linda reportagem do Globo!
http://oglobo.globo.com/infograficos/flamengo-30-anos/

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

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

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/

Monday, 20 June 2011

Inspiring

'I haven’t died on schedule, and I’ve been learning not to live life on one either.'
Mark Trautwein

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/05/opinion/05trautwein.html?pagewanted=2&_r=1

Tuesday, 29 March 2011

Levanta, sacode a poeira e dá a volta por cima!

Texto que duvido seja do Mia Couto, mas com o qual concordo inteiramente e assino por baixo:
(o texto não atribui culpas a ninguém, apenas reflete sobre os fatos)

http://www.geracao-a-rasca.org/2011/03/27/texto-de-mia-couto-geracao-a-rasca-a-nossa-culpa/

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Artists should not be asked to exhibit their work in buildings built on the backs of exploited workers. Sign the petition!
http://gulflabor.wordpress.com/