Quinta-feira, 31 de Dezembro de 2009
Percepção e Representação
Collective Perceptions
O Tempo separa-se do Espaço, a Matéria Negra Desaparece e o Universo não morre, respira.
Oh my...
The solution, HoYava says, is to snip threads that bind time to space at very high energies, such as those found in the early universe where quantum gravity rules. “I’m going back to Newton’s idea that time and space are not equivalent,” HoYava says. At low energies, general relativity emerges from this underlying framework, and the fabric of spacetime restitches, he explains.
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Aconselho Vivamente.
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Sobre o casamento dos paneleiros
Abstruse Goose of course
Terça-feira, 29 de Dezembro de 2009
Mermaid Witch
"Emotionally} Vague"
Coisa Munita!
Of old age and dying
Last week a young lady behind the counter at a sandwich shop asked me what I was doing for Christmas and I told her the truth: “I’m waiting for my dad to die.”
“Merry Christmas,” she said and handed me my latte.
(...)
I’d like to give you all a heart-warming story of a family who, facing a crisis, came together. I’d like to say that looking after my parents has been the most rewarding thing I’ve ever done, and that I would recommend it to anyone. Actually, it’s been a bloody nightmare. Unless you live with old people, you have no idea how annoying they can be. My nerves are shot, my hair has gone totally grey and my sex life is ruined.
(...)
We don’t mean to turn our backs on the old; we’re just all so busy. We’re short of time and the terrible irony is, so are they.
Charles Bukowski - "Cause and Effect"
the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them.
Tirado de Chat's - The sweetest thing you ever read
<massacre> Rosti, can I ask you something as a close friend?
<Rosti_LFC> you could ask me something as a complete stranger, but go ahead
<massacre> Do you reckon Emma would go out with me if I asked her?
<Rosti_LFC> errr....
<Rosti_LFC> ask her yourself?
<massacre> no fucking way until I get a second opinion
<Daz> dude she's in the channel
<massacre> no she isn't
<Rosti_LFC> yeah she is mate, look up
<Rosti_LFC> she got op'd yesterday
<massacre> fuck
<massacre> PLAN B
<massacre> spam the channel
<massacre> with text
<massacre> so it goes
<Audia> hi
<massacre> off her scrollback
<Rosti_LFC> ahaha
<massacre> FUCK
* massacre has quit (PLAN C!!!)
<Audia> I'm going to go install Windows 7 right now
<Audia> so I'll be offline for a bit
<Audia> if he gets the balls to come back in here in the meantime tell him the answer is yes
<Rosti_LFC> rofl
* Audia has quit (QUIT)
<Rosti_LFC> that was some hardcore nerd courtship ritual right there
<Daz> Oh man, I wish I could fuck up asking a girl out that badly and still succeed
Xue Jiye
Há mais
Conselho para os país da Catarina
Que eu pretendo acatar.
Segunda-feira, 28 de Dezembro de 2009
Was that fun or what?
J'ai perdu ma bussole - Gorgeous
Skhizein (Jérémy Clapin,2008) from Bertie on Vimeo .
Domingo, 27 de Dezembro de 2009
Too sexy for this song
Sábado, 26 de Dezembro de 2009
Fucking Poetry
"And what about that preacher man on the run from the law?
He killed a girl in Memphis and ran 'till the dogs tracked him down.
They shot him by the river and as he lay dying in the mud,
Well someone asked him, hey Preacher, where's your soul going now?
And Preacher said, "Well, I do not know, but wherever it is I'll gladly go...
'Cause today's a perfect day to chase tornados."
(---)
Sometimes I think that the sky is a prison and the earth is a grave.
And sometimes I feel like Jesus, in some Chinese opera.
And sometimes I'm glad I built my mansion from crazy little stones.
But sometimes I feel so goddamned trapped by everything that I know.
And I wish it wasn't so, cause the only thing that anyone should ever know
Is that today's a perfect day to chase tornados
Jim White - "A Perfect Day to Chase Tornados"
Blues by the best
Sexta-feira, 25 de Dezembro de 2009
"Noi, li anti moderni"
If you don't like this you're dead inside
There's no more running. I'll stay right here