June 26th, 2011
…huh? So fucking what? Is that blogging matter? Isn’t blogging itself keeping a journal btw? Don’t you blog already?
Well, when I read I like to underline, take footnotes and add post-its to the books, and that’s something that e-readers, the best of them, still don’t allow one to do with perfection, and will never do. Those which do, do it in such a limited, poor way. And you know what the good news is? A good Moleskine fits exactly the front pocket of an e-reader cover.
June 26th, 2011
Boyfriend Cary is reading the very same book.
June 26th, 2011
I came to know about this video while reading the book “The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks” by Rebbeca Skloot – page 81 of the e-book edition, to be more exact.
The video and the words below are embedded from what has been puclished on Google Video.
Follows the story of the cells of Henriettta Lacks. She dies in 1951 of cancer, before she died cells were removed from her body and cultivated in a laboratory in the hope that they could help find a cure for cancer. The cells (known as the HeLa line) have been growing ever since, and the scientists found that they were growing in ways they could not control.
If anyone has any problem, concerning copyright, with me embedding this video on my site, please contact me and I’ll be glad to talk to you.
June 19th, 2011
In order for this to flow properly I had to write in my first language, that is, Brazilian Portuguese.
Antes de qualquer coisa: não escrevo este post para posar de viajada cosmopolita fajuta. É só um desabafo.
Toda vez que eu volto pro Brasil eu fico homesick. Mas não é homesick de acordo com e significado americano. É o contrário, porque eu só me sinto em casa, de verdade, estando lá fora. Toda vez que eu saio da Brasil, a pior parte é voltar. Eu jamais sinto saudade. Eu nunca tenho vontade de voltar pra cá. O único sentimento que eu sinto em relação ao Brasil é medo, vergonha e tristeza. Nunca como em todos os lugares para os quais eu viajei eu me senti tão à vontade, tão livre, tão cidadã, tão respeitada, tão ser humano, tão SEGURA, tão bem-quista, tão parte de uma sociedade de bem, que tem valores em comum com os meus.
June 9th, 2011
(WARNING: contains major spoilers!)
Also, I published this same review on Goodreads. I Rated it 2 stars (It was OK)
He does a good job in connecting the different storylines. Alobar and Kudra are very catchy, charismatic characters, and along with Pan they form a lovely trio and keep the book going.
Apart from that there is little I liked. The characters that lead the other storylines are either uninteresting or detestable to the point of making me want to stop reading. Again, except for Kudra, Alobar and Pan, the rest of the characters have such poor chemistry that I don’t think they should ever stand together in the same room.
Wiggs Dannyboy’s endless pseudo-philosophical monologue about mystical-religious topics, embelished with random scientific data in order to make it look like a serious discussion is really painful to go through and unnecessary. His practical role was to connect Alobar’s with the other three stories in the book. That could have been done without all the gibberish. He’s my less favorite character.
I had a big problem with the character V’lu Jackson and the whole “write like you talk” thing – alternately with Pan’s archaic English: it renders the text unreadable at times and adds nothing to the story or characters. That, in addition to all the godawful metaphors, left the impression that the writer only did it to show off, you know, how smart he supposedly is.
Also, he spends the book sort of loathing christianism, giving room to multiple kinds of spiritualism, but in the end we learn that Kudra visited an astral plan which is pretty much the christian cliche of heaven and hell. How lame. And just when Alobar and Kudra meet again and suddenly there’s the chance for more interesting discussions, the book ends.
June 9th, 2011
…Cesare Battisti, the convicted italian terrorist and murderer of several people, is now walking freely in the streets of Brazil, thanks to president Lula. Cesare Battisti is the new Ronald Biggs.
Dear Italian citizens: I hereby clarify, on behalf of the majority of Brazilian citizens, that we Brazilians disagree with president Lula’s decision. We are ashamed of his decision, and we think that Battisti belongs in the hands of Italian justice, nowhere else.
June 5th, 2011
So Google now offers a new service called “Music” (Beta). Not surpisingly it’s available only for those within the USA. Which againgot me thinking about the whole copyright jurisdiction issue.
I’m no specialist, but I don’t think one has to be an expert to understand. The internet ended with the concept of ‘local’ musicians. Anyone (that includes record companies and lawyers) who releases any music (or ANYTHING) today should keep in mind that they are releasing something to the WORLD, and not the folks who frequent the local pub. So say one person from Lalaland happened to stumble upon a link to a song by an unknown band from California. Or say this one person has a friend who recommended such band. And the person wishes to listen to the band, but the streaming media AND the download of the song, even if it’s PAYED for, is territorially restricted to USA people. What do you think the Lalalandian in question would do?
(1) Move to the USA in order to listen to/buy the song.
(2)Get a visa and travel to the US in order to listen to/buy the song.
(3) Use an anonymous encrypted proxy
(4)Download a pirate, illegal version of the song through filesharing.