Friday, November 28, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Erasmus#16 Middle Ages revival: my initiation process
momentos esgravatanhados desta incipiente existencia
nas alegres e mui guarnecidas terras de Sua magestade;
A história de um simples jovem desse 'jardim à beira mar plantadas', galhardo mas pouco sensível ao raciocínio, na incrível metropole da Londres do séc. XXI. Montado no seu Rocinante em busca da sua Dulcineia, hoje caminha em direcção à Maughan Library quando, saída das brumas...
Towards the comparison of the late 19th century middle ages revival in Iberian Peninsula
Abstract
This article intends to comment on the ideological connections and cultural links occuring between United Kingdom and the Iberian Peninsula in the late 19th and early 20th century. The auxiliary documents will vary from literature, scientific papers, paintings, historic buildings etc.
Key wods: Bécquer Leyendas+krausismo+Carlyle+Herbert Spencer and social darwinism+whig history+liberalismo+Georg Simmel 'Metropolis and Mental Life'+Romanticism+Alexandre Herculano+ (a completar)
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Erasmus#15 Guide
#and today I want to fly#it was raining so much#abraço#ATENÇÃO OCORREU UM ERRO NA SUA MENSAGEM DESEJA REGRESSAR OU TENTAR NOVAMENTE?#list of things for tomorrow: 1)print to essays (don't forget the cover sheet);2)buy stapples;3)go to senate house library and pick the books for Bécquer;4)try and see Oedipux Rex, National Theatre (wake up! you probably won't bother...)#abraço#...
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Erasmus#15 Soup
Because life is also about minor achievements, about always finding someone in the kitchen to talk to about something that doesn't even matter; about the fact that whenever one comes back home there is always someone to ask how the day was; about everyone hating the same night guard, about always having the possiblity of going for a splif with my mates and end up the night playing PS2 and beinh humiliated because I don't have a clue about how to move my character; about doing ordinary things like shopping and cooking; about falling asleep in someone's room because we decided to watch a movie late at night, about knowing names and faces, about looking back and realize that actually this is already kind of homeish...
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Erasmus14# Tribute
Tidal waves don’t beg forgiveness
'CRASHED' and on their way
Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away
A snowflake falls in may.
And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.
Nature has its own religion; gospel from the land
Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend
Old men comprehend.
And the 'SKY BREAKS' at dawn; shedding light upon this town
They’ll all come ‘round
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.
And the road
The old man paved
The broken seams along the way
The rusted signs, left just for me
He was guiding me, love, his own way
Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow
As the curtain comes down
I feel that this is just goodbye for now.
Man of The Hour
Pear Jam
'CRASHED' and on their way
Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away
A snowflake falls in may.
And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.
Nature has its own religion; gospel from the land
Father ruled by long division, young men they pretend
Old men comprehend.
And the 'SKY BREAKS' at dawn; shedding light upon this town
They’ll all come ‘round
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.
And the road
The old man paved
The broken seams along the way
The rusted signs, left just for me
He was guiding me, love, his own way
Now the man of the hour is taking his final bow
As the curtain comes down
I feel that this is just goodbye for now.
Man of The Hour
Pear Jam
Monday, November 03, 2008
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Erasmus#12 trick-or-treat
A stage where every man must play a part,
And mine is but a sad one."
The Merchant of Venice, (cene 1, act 1) William Shakespeare
on the occasion of Halloween, when I spent ages in a queue to buy a proper costume and in the end I didn't bought anything. After beerpong and some ponch I dressed up as a mummy... how sad my 'part' was.