Where do ideas come from?
1.Ideas don't come from watching television
2.Ideas sometimes come from listening to a lecture
3.Ideas often come while reading a book
4.Good ideas come from bad ideas, but only if there are enough of them
5.Ideas hate conference rooms, particularly conference rooms where there is a history of criticism, personal attacks or boredom
6.Ideas occur when dissimilar universes collide
7.Ideas often strive to meet expectations. If people expect them to appear, they do
8.Ideas fear experts, but they adore beginner's mind. A little awareness is a good thing
9.Ideas come in spurts, until you get frightened. Willie Nelson wrote three of his biggest hits in one week
10.Ideas come from trouble
11.Ideas come from our ego, and they do their best when they're generous and selfless
12.Ideas come from nature
13.Sometimes ideas come from fear (usually in movies) but often they come from confidence
14.Useful ideas come from being awake, alert enough to actually notice
15.Though sometimes ideas sneak in when we're asleep and too numb to be afraid
16.Ideas come out of the corner of the eye, or in the shower, when we're not trying
17.Mediocre ideas enjoy copying what happens to be working right this minute
18.Bigger ideas leapfrog the mediocre ones
19.Ideas don't need a passport, and often cross borders (of all kinds) with impunity
20.An idea must come from somewhere, because if it merely stays where it is and doesn't join us here, it's hidden. And hidden ideas don't ship, have no influence, no intersection with the market. They die, alone.
terça-feira, 30 de novembro de 2010
segunda-feira, 29 de novembro de 2010
A lingua(gem) esquecida / "Forgotten Language"
Forgotten Language
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with
the housefly in my bed.
Once I heard and answered
all the questions of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each
falling dying flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers… .
How did it go?
How did it go?
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with
the housefly in my bed.
Once I heard and answered
all the questions of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each
falling dying flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers… .
How did it go?
How did it go?
Shel Silverstein
domingo, 28 de novembro de 2010
3 citações sobre a solidão e mais / 3 quotes about loneliness and more
Graham Franciose
Loneliness does not come from having no people around one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.
Carl Jung
Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but I feel more lonely in a crowed room with boring people than I feel on my own.
Henry Rollins
Solitude, if rightly used, becomes not only a privilege but a necessity. Only a superficial soul fears to fraternize with itself.
Alice H. Rice
Mas será que estás sozinho?
:)))
sábado, 27 de novembro de 2010
Oração da bibliotecária
Oración de la bibliotecaria
(por Isabel Álvarez)
Libro nuestro
en los estantes quieto.
Sal a la calle, sin miedo,
que para eso estas hecho.
Tú que siempre aconsejas
a todo aquel que se deja.
Danos tu sabiduría,
que sea el pan de cada día.
Pasa de mano en mano,
para que todos te leamos.
Tú, gran amigo discreto
que sabes guardar un secreto.
Perdona a los que no te cuidan,
como nosotros los perdonamos.
Rogamos que te devuelvan,
que no caigan en la tentación,
y líbranos del mal lector.
Amen.
Via Poesia Infantil i Juvenil
Alain de Botton: uma filosofia de sucesso mais generosa
Falo novamente de Alain de Botton, brilhante filósofo contemporâneo, desta vez o seu discurso no TEDGlobal 2009. Já AQUI e AQUI falei da minha leitura de Status Anxiety. Algumas das ideias veiculadas no livro são apresentadas nesta conferência:
"Alain de Botton analisa as nossas ideias de sucesso e fracasso, e questiona os pressupostos subjacentes a estes dois juízos. Será que o sucesso é sempre conquistado? E o fracasso? Alain de Botton defende, de forma eloquente e espirituosa, a ideia de que devemos ultrapassar pretensiosismos para encontrarmos verdadeiro prazer no nosso trabalho."
sexta-feira, 26 de novembro de 2010
Um dos filmes mais bonitos que já vi...
É Romeu e Julieta, de 1996. Com Leonardo DiCaprio e Claire Danes. A banda sonora é fabulosa. Shakespeare decerto ficou contente! :)
O amor e o mar cabem no breve espaço de beijar...
Basket of love, pelo pintor surrealista Michael Cheval
"O amor é grande e cabe nesta janela sobre o mar.
O mar é grande e cabe na cama e no colchão de amar.
O amor é grande e cabe no breve espaço de beijar."
Carlos Drummond de Andrade
Não, não era a minha letra / "...no, it wasn't my writing"
Mais Alanis Morissette.
"Your House"
I went to your house
Walked up the stairs
I opened your door without ringing the bell
I walked down the hall
Into your room
Where I could smell you
And I shouldn't be here, without permission
I shouldn't be here
Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon
I took off my clothes
Put on your robe
I went through your drawers
And found your cologne
Went down to the den
Found your CD's
And I played your Joni
And I shouldn't stay long, you might be home soon
I shouldn't stay long
Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon
I burned your incense
I ran a bath
I noticed a letter that sat on your desk
It said "Hello love, I love you so love, meet me at midnight"
And no, it wasn't my writing
I'd better go soon
It wasn't my writing
So forgive me love
If I cry in your shower
So forgive me love
For the salt in your bed
So forgive me love
If I cry all afternoon
"Your House"
I went to your house
Walked up the stairs
I opened your door without ringing the bell
I walked down the hall
Into your room
Where I could smell you
And I shouldn't be here, without permission
I shouldn't be here
Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon
I took off my clothes
Put on your robe
I went through your drawers
And found your cologne
Went down to the den
Found your CD's
And I played your Joni
And I shouldn't stay long, you might be home soon
I shouldn't stay long
Would you forgive me love
If I danced in your shower
Would you forgive me love
If I laid in your bed
Would you forgive me love
If I stay all afternoon
I burned your incense
I ran a bath
I noticed a letter that sat on your desk
It said "Hello love, I love you so love, meet me at midnight"
And no, it wasn't my writing
I'd better go soon
It wasn't my writing
So forgive me love
If I cry in your shower
So forgive me love
For the salt in your bed
So forgive me love
If I cry all afternoon
quinta-feira, 25 de novembro de 2010
Mo'nique em "Precious": 'Who was gonna love me?'
"Precious" é um filme esmagador baseado no romance 'Push', de Sapphire. Retrata uma realidade muito dura: as crianças que crescem maltratadas, abusadas, violadas no contexto familiar. A verdadeira pobreza.
Tão esmagador como a história é o desempenho de Mo'nique. Se ainda não viu, se não sabe porque ganhou ela o Óscar de melhor actriz secundária com este filme, não sabe o que perde. Fica aqui um aperitivo:
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