29 de ago de 2012

Da série: 'Como eu gasto o meu tempo no trabalho'

Se algum dia o André perceber como eu sou tolinha e me jogar no mercado, já sei o que fazer:



Daqui ó.

28 de ago de 2012

Crazy cat lady

Estou meio sem paciência pra escrever esses dias, por isso vou ser breve.

Achei que todos os problemas da minha vida seriam resolvidos quando eu encomendei o How Should a Person Be?

Um livro com esse título deveria oferecer, pelo menos, alguns caminhos, ainda que não desse respostas completas. Na pior das hipóteses, poderia, pelo menos, ser lindo e/ou engraçado.

A porcaria do livro, que foi lido em menos de 48h, não correspondeu às minhas expectativas. O final foi tipo "ha, se fudeu (sic), otária"

Kill me, please.

Other than that, tenho planos felizes para o fim dessa semana - Atibaia -, outros livros pra ler - hopefully better than the last one -, fui à uma pool party, descobri que eu pareço ser uma crazy cat lady, almocei com o Luis, continuo perdida, mas agora tenho companhia - descobri várias pessoas perdidas esses dias.

Truly yours,

A.

23 de ago de 2012

Da série: "Sim, eu sou a pessoa que vai tirar uma arma da parte de trás da calça e pirar num cinema usando uma máscara de batman"



Tá, vocês já me conhecem o suficiente pra saber que eu sou bem l0ka, então eu não vou nem gastar meu tempo explicando. Só queria dizer que eu tenho algumas obsessões, como GG e que, de tempos em tempos, eu curto revisitar minhas obsessões.

Essa, abaixo, é a lista de livros citados em Gilmore Girls. Assim, alguns são livros que viraram filmes e, ademais, alguns foram citados só ironicamente, mas, ainda assim, this is THE list. Assim, na minha lista original, tenho só 182 livros, de modo que pode haver algum tipo de erro de contagem aí, porque achei essa daí em outro lugar e tem mais de 200. Eu vou checar a lista e atualizo assim que eu tiver paciência (ou seja, nunca). Tá vendo como eu sou a louca que vai se vestir de mulher-gato or something?

Anyways... Eu checo essa lista de tempos em tempos, pra saber qual é o meu progresso, ainda que eu leia várias coisas que não estão na lista, algumas envolvendo sexo na troposfera, mas eu divago..

Olhando essa lista e, levando em considerando eventos recentes, devo dizer que o próximo clássico a ser lido é o Fountainhead. Por que? Porque ele está me perseguindo. Eu já sabia que ele estava na lista da Rory, mas, nas últimas duas semanas, ele começou a aparecer EVERYWHERE. Em todos os blogs, revistas, livraria Cultura e em todos os artigos da terra. Por essa razão, vou aceitar os sinais do universo e me render a esse livro.

Considerando que Rory me guiou intelectualmente por muitos anos, não posso deixar de achar que essa é uma boa referência. Eu, às vezes, preciso de um livro novo, um autor novo, e estou sem inspiração. A resposta está aí.


Um dia eu ainda termino essa lista.

 

Twain
Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon
An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser
Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank
Archidamian War by Donald Kagan
The Art of Fiction by Henry James
The Art of War by Sun Tzu
As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
Atonement by Ian McEwan
Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy
The Awakening by Kate Chopin
Babe by Dick King-Smith
Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women by Susan Faludi
Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie
Bel Canto by Ann Patchett
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Beloved by Toni Morrison
Beowulf: A New Verse Translation by Seamus Heaney
The Bhagava Gita
The Bielski Brothers: The True Story of Three Men Who Defied the Nazis, Built a Village in the Forest, and Saved 1,200 Jews by Peter Duffy
Bitch in Praise of Difficult Women by Elizabeth Wurtzel
A Bolt from the Blue and Other Essays by Mary McCarthy
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
Brick Lane by Monica Ali
Bridgadoon by Alan Jay Lerner
Candide by Voltaire
The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer
Carrie by Stephen King
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger
Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White
The Children’s Hour by Lillian Hellman
Christine by Stephen King
A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
The Code of the Woosters by P.G. Wodehouse
The Collected Short Stories by Eudora Welty
The Collected Stories of Eudora Welty by Eudora Welty
A Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare
Complete Novels by Dawn Powell
The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton
Complete Stories by Dorothy Parker
A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas père
Cousin Bette by Honor’e de Balzac
Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber
The Crucible by Arthur Miller
Cujo by Stephen King
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon
Daisy Miller by Henry James
Daughter of Fortune by Isabel Allende
David and Lisa by Dr Theodore Issac Rubin M.D
David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
The Da Vinci -Code by Dan Brown
Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol
Demons by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller
Deenie by Judy Blume
The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America by Erik Larson
The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band by Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars and Nikki Sixx
The Divine Comedy by Dante
The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells
Don Quijote by Cervantes
Driving Miss Daisy by Alfred Uhrv
Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson
Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales & Poems by Edgar Allan Poe
Eleanor Roosevelt by Blanche Wiesen Cook
The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe
Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters by Mark Dunn
Eloise by Kay Thompson
Emily the Strange by Roger Reger
Emma by Jane Austen
Empire Falls by Richard Russo
Encyclopedia Brown: Boy Detective by Donald J. Sobol
Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton
Ethics by Spinoza
Europe through the Back Door, 2003 by Rick Steves
Eva Luna by Isabel Allende
Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer
Extravagance by Gary Krist
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
Fahrenheit 9/11 by Michael Moore
The Fall of the Athenian Empire by Donald Kagan
Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World by Greg Critser
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson
The Fellowship of the Ring: Book 1 of The Lord of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien (TBR)
Fiddler on the Roof by Joseph Stein
The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom
Finnegan’s Wake by James Joyce
Fletch by Gregory McDonald
Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes
The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem
The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
Franny and Zooey by J. D. Salinger
Freaky Friday by Mary Rodgers
Galapagos by Kurt Vonnegut
Gender Trouble by Judith Butler
George W. Bushism: The Slate Book of the Accidental Wit and Wisdom of our 43rd President by Jacob Weisberg
Gidget by Fredrick Kohner
Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen
The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels
The Godfather: Book 1 by Mario Puzo
The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
Goldilocks and the Three Bears by Alvin Granowsky
Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
The Good Soldier by Ford Maddox Ford
The Gospel According to Judy Bloom
The Graduate by Charles Webb
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
The Group by Mary McCarthy
Hamlet by William Shakespeare
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J. K. Rowling –
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J. K. Rowling
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers
Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad (TBR)
Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders by Vincent Bugliosi and Curt Gentry (TBR)
Henry IV, part I by William Shakespeare
Henry IV, part II by William Shakespeare
Henry V by William Shakespeare
High Fidelity by Nick Hornby
The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon
Holidays on Ice: Stories by David Sedaris
The Holy Barbarians by Lawrence Lipton
House of Sand and Fog by Andre Dubus III (Lpr)
The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende
How to Breathe Underwater by Julie Orringer
How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss
How the Light Gets in by M. J. Hyland
Howl by Allen Gingsburg
The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo
The Iliad by Homer
I’m with the Band by Pamela des Barres
In Cold Blood by Truman Capote
Inherit the Wind by Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee
Iron Weed by William J. Kennedy
It Takes a Village by Hillary Clinton
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan
Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare
The Jumping Frog by Mark Twain
The Jungle by Upton Sinclair
Just a Couple of Days by Tony Vigorito
The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar by Robert Alexander
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
Lady Chatterleys’ Lover by D. H. Lawrence
The Last Empire: Essays 1992-2000 by Gore Vidal
Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
The Legend of Bagger Vance by Steven Pressfield
Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis
Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke
Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them by Al Franken
Life of Pi by Yann Martel
The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis
Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens
The Little Locksmith by Katharine Butler Hathaway
The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Living History by Hillary Rodham Clinton
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
The Lottery: And Other Stories by Shirley Jackson
The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold
The Love Story by Erich Segal
Macbeth by William Shakespeare
Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert
The Manticore by Robertson Davies
Marathon Man by William Goldman
The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov
Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter by Simone de Beauvoir
Memoirs of General W. T. Sherman by William Tecumseh Sherman
Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris
The Meaning of Consuelo by Judith Ortiz Cofer
Mencken’s Chrestomathy by H. R. Mencken
The Merry Wives of Windsro by William Shakespeare
The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka
Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
The Miracle Worker by William Gibson
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
The Mojo Collection: The Ultimate Music Companion by Jim Irvin
Moliere: A Biography by Hobart Chatfield Taylor
A Monetary History of the United States by Milton Friedman
Monsieur Proust by Celeste Albaret
A Month Of Sundays: Searching For The Spirit And My Sister by Julie Mars
A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
Mutiny on the Bounty by Charles Nordhoff and James Norman Hall
My Lai 4: A Report on the Massacre and It’s Aftermath by Seymour M. Hersh
My Life as Author and Editor by H. R. Mencken
My Life in Orange: Growing Up with the Guru by Tim Guest
My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult
The Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer
The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco
The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri
The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin
Nervous System: Or, Losing My Mind in Literature by Jan Lars Jensen
New Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson
The New Way Things Work by David Macaulay
Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich
Night by Elie Wiesel
Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen
The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism by William E. Cain, Laurie A. Finke, Barbara E. Johnson, John P. McGowan
Novels 1930-1942: Dance Night/Come Back to Sorrento, Turn, Magic Wheel/Angels on Toast/A Time to be Born by Dawn Powell
Notes of a Dirty Old Man by Charles Bukowski
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Old School by Tobias Wolff
Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
On the Road by Jack Kerouac
One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovitch by Alexander Solzhenitsyn
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The Opposite of Fate: Memories of a Writing Life by Amy Tan
Oracle Night by Paul Auster
Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood
Othello by Shakespeare
Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens
The Outbreak of the Peloponnesian War by Donald Kagan
Out of Africa by Isac Dineson
The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton
A Passage to India by E.M. Forster
The Peace of Nicias and the Sicilian Expedition by Donald Kagan
The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky
Peyton Place by Grace Metalious
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
Pigs at the Trough by Arianna Huffington
Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi
Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain
The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby
The Portable Dorothy Parker by Dorothy Parker
The Portable Nietzche by Fredrich Nietzche
The Price of Loyalty: George W. Bush, the White House, and the Education of Paul O’Neill by Ron Suskind
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
Property by Valerie Martin
Pushkin: A Biography by T. J. Binyon
Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw
Quattrocento by James Mckean
A Quiet Storm by Rachel Howzell Hall
Rapunzel by Grimm Brothers
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
The Razor’s Edge by W. Somerset Maugham
Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books by Azar Nafisi
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm by Kate Douglas Wiggin
The Red Tent by Anita Diamant
Rescuing Patty Hearst: Memories From a Decade Gone Mad by Virginia Holman
The Return of the King: The Lord of the Rings Book 3 by J. R. R. Tolkien (TBR)
R Is for Ricochet by Sue Grafton
Rita Hayworth by Stephen King
Robert’s Rules of Order by Henry Robert
Roman Fever by Edith Wharton
Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf
A Room with a View by E. M. Forster
Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin
Sacred Time by Ursula Hegi
Sanctuary by William Faulkner
Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay by Nancy Milford
The Scarecrow of Oz by Frank L. Baum
The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne–
Seabiscuit: An American Legend by Laura Hillenbrand
The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir
The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd
Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Colette by Judith Thurman
Selected Letters of Dawn Powell: 1913-1965 by Dawn Powell
Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen
A Separate Peace by John Knowles
Several Biographies of Winston Churchill
Sexus by Henry Miller
The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon
Shane by Jack Shaefer
The Shining by Stephen King
Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse
S Is for Silence by Sue Grafton
Slaughter-house Five by Kurt Vonnegut
Small Island by Andrea Levy
Snows of Kilimanjaro by Ernest Hemingway
Snow White and Rose Red by Grimm Brothers
Social Origins of Dictatorship and Democracy: Lord and Peasant in the Making of the Modern World by Barrington Moore
The Song of Names by Norman Lebrecht
Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos by Julia de Burgos
The Song Reader by Lisa Tucker
Songbook by Nick Hornby
The Sonnets by William Shakespeare
Sonnets from the Portuegese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sophie’s Choice by William Styron
The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
Speak, Memory by Vladimir Nabokov
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach
The Story of My Life by Helen Keller
A Streetcar Named Desiree by Tennessee Williams
Stuart Little by E. B. White
Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
Swann’s Way by Marcel Proust
Swimming with Giants: My Encounters with Whales, Dolphins and Seals by Anne Collett
Sybil by Flora Rheta Schreiber
A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
Tender Is The Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Term of Endearment by Larry McMurtry
Time and Again by Jack Finney
The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger – read
To Have and Have Not by Ernest Hemingway
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
The Tragedy of Richard III by William Shakespeare
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith
The Trial by Franz Kafka
The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters by Elisabeth Robinson
Truth & Beauty: A Friendship by Ann Patchett
Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom
Ulysses by James Joyce
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962 by Sylvia Plath
Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe
Unless by Carol Shields
Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann
The Vanishing Newspaper by Philip Meyers
Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray
Velvet Underground’s The Velvet Underground and Nico (Thirty Three and a Third series) by Joe Harvard
The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides
Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett
Walden by Henry David Thoreau
Walt Disney’s Bambi by Felix Salten
War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
We Owe You Nothing – Punk Planet: The Collected Interviews edited by Daniel Sinker
What Colour is Your Parachute? 2005 by Richard Nelson Bolles
What Happened to Baby Jane by Henry Farrell
When the Emperor Was Divine by Julie Otsuka
Who Moved My Cheese? Spencer Johnson - IRÔNICO
Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf by Edward Albee
Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire

The Wizard of Oz by Frank L. Baum
Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion
A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole

20 de ago de 2012

Quando as suas referências de moda e de relacionamento te levam a lugares inesperados

Like, totally.

Eu estava por aí no facebook, quando dei de cara com uma referência a esse post aqui. Aí comecei a pensar que:

a) Eu já vi esse filme inúmeras vezes;
b) Eu comecei a ver esse filme way to soon.. Lembro de citar "O que você na escola hoje? Ah, quebrei o salto do meu sapato (versão dublada, sorry guys);
c) Eu tenho a edição luxo do filme - com vários comentários sobre como "I am Audi" e "Whatever" vieram, na verdade, do filme, ou seja, o filme é brilliant;
d) Provavelmente, várias das minhas noções de moda e de relacionamentos - friends and boys magia -, vêm de Clueless;
e) Like, OMG;
f) Eu acho que entendo se vários de vocês que estão lendo esse post pararem de falar comigo.


OBS: Meu dia tá tenso, foi o melhor que eu consegui fazer hoje - para aqueles que ainda se importam..


EINTKILF

Everything I Need to Know, I Learned From ‘Clueless’

Besides DJ Tanner, when I was a child, the prettiest woman in the world to me was Alicia Silverstone. Not only did I love Clueless, but I loved Aerosmith, and she was in, like, ALL of their videos. (Puh-lease don’t fact check me, because she quite possibly could have only been in one video.) Clueless is most def one of those movies that is way funnier when you get older, but you know what, I was an incredibly mature kid who just thought Dionne was really pretty, so I still enjoyed watching it. Without further ado:
EINTKILF Clueless
1. “You divorce wives, not children.”I must admit, and it is a total ’90s movie thing (which is my whole world, basically), that I love Cher’s dad because he is a total grumpy old man who has a heart of something more expensive than gold. He tells Cher, after defending why Josh still comes to the house, that children are way more important than wives, more or less. I have to say, I totally agree, because, you know…bros before yadda yadda yadda. It is like that stupid saying, but way more impactful.
2. How to form friendships.Cher and Dionne are the best of friends, but when I was younger, I did not realize they were only 15 and/or 16 years old. I mean, let’s be real – everyone is best friends when they are that young. I had, like, five best friends, and I only still talk to two of them. However, Cher says something that always stuck with me: “She’s my friend because we both know what it’s like to have people be jealous of us.” I never made a friend like that, and at now 25 years old, maybe I should.
3. High school boys are like dogs.Cher doesn’t date boys in high school, which she claims is a choice everybody has to make. She thinks high school boys are not worth her time, and funny thing–she is so right. Though I was in love with one boy throughout high school, he was not in high school, so I always empathize with Cher on this subject. However, I have done a ripe job of wasting my time with boys that act like they are still in high school since I’ve been in my 20s. BLAH BLAH BLAH I feel like all of my “boys will be boys” jokes are getting old, but I can’t help it! I spit the truth!
4. Kenny G is uncool…not.I side with Josh on this: whatever! Kenny G is so cool. What the hell is Christmas without him? Story: Kenny G and I are both from Seattle and we are both Starbucks shareholders (am I allowed to tell you that?) and I also work for Starbucks, so I usually attend the annual shareholder event. This past year, I saw him there and he actually smiled at me. I had to refrain myself from A) hugging him or B) scrunching his beautiful curls and asking him what product he uses. We have so much in common; I just think we could be great friends.
Everything I Need to Know, I Learned From Clueless
5. Two permits do not equal a license.Cher and Dionne are the worst drivers ever. Who is actually that bad, licensed driver or not? To be fair, I pulled a Dionne the first time I drove on the freeway in class. (Except for the making out with the passenger part.) Holy moly, how scary!
6. “Always leave him wanting more.”Cher coaches Tai on how to get Elton to like her (great names – I would totally go for a guy named Elton, even if he was a jerk. Probably especially if he was a jerk.) The most vital thing she tells her is to “always leave him wanting more.” You know what? As much as I hate dating formulas because I am bad at them because I am bad at anything remotely mathematical, I think they really work. Which is probably why I am single, because I so do not ever play hard-to-get. I also do not play damsel-in-distress well, as Cher notices that Tai does. Whatever – I don’t really want to date a guy who likes me when I’m not around, or who needs to save me, though I would appreciate being saved from falling over a railing at the mall. What a lame way to die.
Speaking of “save me,” did you guys hear that One Direction covered “Wonderwall“? That saved me.
Do you guys still like me after all that?
7. Being a virgin is never a bad thing.To be honest, I was a virgin all throughout high school and college and I was absolutely never ashamed of it. When Tai finds out that Cher is a virgin (and Di, at the time), she is surprised. I am with Cher, though. If you feel like giving your virginity up when you are 45 years old, more power to you. There is no shame in taking your time, not to mention, sex really does complicate everything, so there should really be no rush. Cher says it best: “You see how picky I am about my shoes and they only go on my feet.”
8. You have to exercise every day, not just sporadically.When I was taking notes while watching Clueless with my roommates earlier in the week, this lesson didn’t even make my list. However, five days later, I can’t stop thinking about it. Cher and Tai are doing Buns of Steel (which I may try to track down a copy of), and Tai comments that she doesn’t feel a difference. Cher explains that you cannot exercise whenever you want and expect results, you have to do it everyday. My roommate and I were like, well damn. So now we’re going to work out five days a week instead of pretty much never. Thanks, Clueless.
9. Be sure to offer something to your relationship.I have a thing that I have realized about relationships: you both have to contribute something beneficial to the other person. This may seem obvious, but it wasn’t until my tumultous kind-of-two-and-a-half-year-long relationship with my ex-boyfriend that I realized you have to be aware of what you can offer to your mate. (That’s not to say XBF and I had nothing to offer each other–he is a bomb cook, and I am really good at drinking wine, among plenty of other things like mutual adoration.) When Cher realizes that Christian is most likely gay, she states, “He does dress better than I do; what would I bring to the relationship?” Now I’m going to say that Cher has more to offer than her composure, but at least she is aware of what she is best at.
Next boy I like, I will let him know that I pretty much get everyone’s jokes. That’s what I have to offer.
10. Other things:All of your friends are good in their own way, legs crossed toward each other is a sexual invitation, Billie Holiday is a woman, never shave your head without your girlfriend’s permission, drawing attention to your mouth is a good thing (questionable) and Paul Rudd is, and always has been, the most adorable creature on the planet.
Everything I Need to Know, I Learned From Clueless

Gente, podem CAÇOAR, mas eu tirei daqui ó.

17 de ago de 2012

26 Poems by Emily Dickinson

translated by Paul Legault

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700. My favorite way to interact with people is to read letters from them, completely alone, in a locked room.


Tá vendo?!?!?!?!?!?


701. Children are better than real people.
702. I wouldn’t be so sad if I weren’t Emily Dickinson.
703. The sun came up this morning, and I saw it.
704. Today sucks balls.
705. Although it’s kind of embarrassing to be an old maid, I’m glad I never got married to a human.
706. I cannot be with you because you would make me happy, and that’s not my style.
707. Obese people hate small things.
708. I’m obsessed with your face. I want my face to be welded to your face forever.
709. I have suicidal tendencies.
710. Humans can’t survive inside of the sun because it is in a constant state of combustion, which keeps it at a temperature of approximately five million degrees Celsius.
711. God tried to kill me.
712. I asked this guy to marry me, and it scared him off.
713. Thanks so much for the endless amount of pain you gave me. Really. I’m not being sarcastic. Thanks.
714. Angels are plotting to destroy you.
715. Dying is really trippy.
716. Just when you need it the least, you find a pearl. I told you to get away from me, pearl. Shoo.
717. The stars promised me they would last forever, but they lied. All stars will inevitably die as their potential energy is limited by their finite mass. I’m going to sue them.
718. I have a vestigial third ear that I keep hidden because it’s kind of embarrassing.
719. Because you died, I have turned into a long, narrow excavation in the ground, the earth from which is thrown up in front to serve as a shelter from enemy fire or attack.
720. What if there were a sea inside of the sea that was inside of the sea that was inside of the sea that was inside of the sea…that was inside of the sea?
721. We cannot create a philosophy of abstract thought unless it is born out of the materiality of the concrete world.
722. Pallbearers are always the coolest people at a funeral.
723. Does anyone else have seasonal depression? If so, please raise your hand.
724. Everyone wants something even if they don’t want anything.
725. I don’t know.
Daqui ó.

Pra quem quiser me dar o livro, tem umas indicações aqui, tá?

EDIT

Só porque eu coloquei uns termos ligeiramente eróticos no meu post sobre o negócio do Medicare, tive cinco acessos vindos de um site porn (Ou de Luxemburgo ou da Rússia, not sure yet). A internet pode ser bem scary às vezes.

14 de ago de 2012

Scary Republicans

Certo, eu não curto muito postar sobre coisas sérias, por isso achei esse artigo aí uma boa pedida. Atualmente, várias polêmicas de bra burners estão bombando nos States por causa da proposta ridícula de cortar planejamento familiar (mas manter a porcaria do viagra no medicare, because BONERS before HOES, né?).

Eu nem estou aqui para apresentar minhas opiniões sobre o tema, eu só queria colocar uma POLÊMICA, especialmente para o Lapa, que saiu do armário e agora é declaradamente um ANARCOCAPITALISTA.

Enfim, eu peço aos leitores que conhecem o Sr. Anarcocapitalista que mandem alguns desses dados em conversas aleatórias, só pra que ele fique constrangido.

Obrigada.

13 de ago de 2012

The Bra Burner






Outro dia, em conversa com o Lapa, fui chamada de BRA BURNER. Quando eu perguntei se era assim tão evidente, tive como resposta um PUH-LEASE!

Logo, assumindo esse meu lado rather revolutionary nessa belíssima segunda-feira e, aproveitando que meu chefe ainda não chegou, coloco essa notícia abaixo para vocês, assim, lembrando que Ryan Gosling ainda nem me ganhou tão incodicionalmente...

The Ryan Gosling Feminist Rebranding


Jen Doll Aug 10, 2012
Feminist Ryan Gosling, Feminist Theory (as Imagined) from Your Favorite Sensitive Movie Dude, by Danielle Henderson, a book that pairs "feminist statements" with photos of Ryan Gosling, is out on Tuesday. This is a book that was created from a Tumblr, because that's often how things get done nowadays, and, also like things often get done nowadays, it appears to have arisen nearly spontaneously and fortuitously. Per the book description, "What started as a silly way for blogger Danielle Henderson and her classmates to keep track of the feminist theorists they were studying in class quickly turned into an overnight sensation." As Capital's Miranda Popkey wrote earlier this week, "Henderson put up five images on a Friday in October; by Saturday afternoon the Tumblr was on Jezebel; the next week it was picked up by The Huffington Post. By November, she had a book deal." This is practically the essence of viral, so it's not too surprising that there's a piece by Anna David in the New York Post today about "Why the women’s lib crowd is going all gooey over the Hollywood heartthrob."
While "women's lib crowd" seems a rather retro turn of phrase, it's hard to hate much about any of this. Few celebrities are so universally loved as Ryan Gosling. Yeah, a few people exist who don't seem to understand his charms, but by and large, he's adored. He's good-looking but it also has something to do with his ability to show up and save the day: Breaking up fights or preventing car accidents. Even if we don't know how he really feels about his role in Henderson's book, he seems, from what we do know about him (activism, Obama T-shirts, not shying from dating strong women who are sometimes older than he is), like he'd fall on the side of good and not evil. Henderson told The Village Voice's Candace Wheeler, "I hope he wouldn't hate what I'm doing or feel like none of these are things he would actually agree with." We also hope that's true but it really doesn't matter: It's all supposed to be lighthearted and funny. This isn't about Ryan Gosling so much as it is about changing the way we talk about feminism. Popkey writes that Henderson told her, “Feminist Ryan Gosling for me is a good way to kind to bridge the gap between feminist rage and my general, you know, living with the bullshit of being a woman in America rage.”
There's a lot of talk lately about what "wave" of feminism we're in, and how we should be talking about it, from books by Caitlin Moran to Jezebel's Lindy West (with Dan Savage, Christopher Frizzelle, and Bethany Jean Clement), and any number of articles and blog posts in between. In How To Be a Woman, Moran writes, "What is feminism? Simply the belief that women should be as free as men, however nuts, dim, deluded, badly dressed, fat, receding, lazy, and smug they might be. Are you a feminist? Hahaha. Of course you are." In How To Be a Person, West adds, "If you are not a feminist (or something blamelessly ignorant, like a baby or a ferret or a college freshman), then you are a bad person. Those are the only options. You either believe that women are people, or you don't." Or, in the words of Feminist Gosling: "Hey girl. My eyes are up here."
There is something great about imbuing these discussions with a sense of humor while also managing to be enlightening and even instructional about feminism, though there are those who argue that this form of "feminism light" dismisses what's important about feminist theory, and that the Gosling flashcards go back to that traditional and not especially progressive idea of a woman just wanting a man to melt her heart.
At the same time, a lot of people still consider feminism a dirty word, which is why Moran and West are writing what they do. Take the words of new Yahoo CEO Marissa Mayer, who said recently, “I don’t think that I would consider myself a feminist. I certainly believe in equal rights, I believe women are just as capable, if not more so, in a lot of different dimensions. But I don’t have that sort of the militant drive and the chip on the shoulder that sometimes comes with that. And I think it’s too bad, but I think ’feminism’ has become in many ways a more negative word." Then contrast that rather disappointing statement to what Henderson told Popkey: “Feminism and the women’s rights movement, especially in America, is so serious right now…. [T]here are many different ways to approach feminism, and they're not all negative. You might not resonate with all of them, and that's okay.” And, “More than Ryan Gosling,” she said, “what I’m really, really excited about is the chance to get feminism talked about in a different way."
It seems like maybe it's working. It only took Ryan Gosling to get a story about feminism in The New York Post.

O artigo foi tirado daqui.
By the way, se alguém encontrar esse livro por aí, TRABALHAMOS.
   

10 de ago de 2012

Diferenças culturais em uma análise profunda de um importante experimento social

Estou um pouquinho entediada, porque meu chefe não veio hoje. Procurando coisas pra fazer, pensei naquela bobeira de colocar qualquer coisa no Google e ver como ele preenche com base nas buscas mais populares. Eu sei que todo mundo faz isso, mas não sabia que seria tão revelador das DIFERENÇAS CULTURAIS por aí.

Americans = oh-so-silly
Les Français = mon Dieu!
Brasileiros = vida loka está nas buscas, isso resume.





 Essa eu achei cute, vai..





9 de ago de 2012

"So I love hearing from people who have no time for fiction. Who read only biographies and popular science. I love hearing about the death of the novel. I love getting lectures about the triviality of fiction, the triviality of making things up. As if that wasn’t what all of us do, all day long, all life long. Fiction gives us everything. It gives us our memories, our understanding, our insight, our lives. We use it to invent ourselves and others. We use it to feel change and sadness and hope and love and to tell each other about ourselves. And we all, it turns out, know how to do it."

Richard McGuire

8 de ago de 2012

Porque nem tudo está perdido

Pode ser que eu comece a trabalhar, ainda que über indiretamente, com uma coisa super interessante. Estou animadinha, believe it or not.

Other than that, a vida segue como de costume.

Estou lendo The Virgin Suicides e sentindo que eu deveria ser uma pessoa mais misteriosa e blá. As minas são todas loiras, etéreas e enigmáticas, e eu sempre fui do tipo morena intensa que não cala a boca. O livro é ótimo e eu fico pensando " tá aí um livro que eu escreveria" - se eu fosse mais alfabetizada, né?

Eu leio várias coisas, boas e ruins, mas poucos são os livros que me despertam uma certa identificação com o autor e não apenas com os personagens. Com os clássicos isso é ainda mais raro, porque, como eles são clássicos, já têm algum tempo de vida e, portanto, acho muito difícil imaginar qualquer uma daquelas vidas porque eu sou a) brasileira, b) jovem e c) desinteressante. Com os livros mais moderninhos, o processo é um pouco mais fácil, mas aí o que pega mesmo é o tema. Várias pessoas oprimidas e oprimidinhas não me dizem muita coisa. Eu posso até gostar do livro e entender de onde vieram as idéias (com acento, sue me) e a revoltinha, mas não escreveria. Às vezes, é claro, surgem algumas obras que me deixam mais animadinha, porque seria deprimente se a minha cabeça fosse tão oca que nenhum dos temas sobre os quais eu gostaria de escrever virassem bons livros.

The Virgin Suicides, however, está na categoria de livros que, em uma outra vida em que eu for mais talentosa, eu gostaria de escrever.

Other than books and work, estou feliz de conseguir manter pelo menos parte da minha vida social. Eu ainda tenho mil pessoas com que eu preciso falar/visitar, mas vejo a luz no fim do túnel.

Sobre eventos recentes, não tenho grandes opiniões sobre as coisas que estão acontecendo. Olimpíadas blá - exceto por esse cara super gato que eu vi saltando outro dia -, guerras, oh well, elas continuam aí, vários artigos bons com coisas gender que sempre deixam chocada. Por falar em artigos, outro dia eu li um super interessante na New Yorker sobre esse cara que é tipo o Assange da Rússia e, curiosamente, tive uns 11 acessos da Rússia essa semana. Fiquei imaginando a galerinha na Rússia recebendo uns spams do tipo:

Читать блог замечательный Gordelicieuse!!!!!

That's all, folks.


EDIT

Vi esse trailer aqui e fiquei afins de ver.. Silly, I know... Mas não dá pra evitar..



1 de ago de 2012

Rumo aos 30

Então, no artigo que eu coloquei abaixo (eu prometo que vou parar de brincar de copy & paste e fazer um post minimamente meu nos próximos dias) tem a velha história da crise dos 25. Agora que eu já estou do outro lado de lá, sinto uma certa MATURIDADE pra revirar meus olhinhos e dizer "ai, papinho de jovens, me poupe", exceto que eu super tenho um blog que eu uso para discutir a lot of crap etc etc.

O interessante disso tudo é que eu sempre achei que eu era parte, talvez o exemplo mais caricato, dessa coisa sua-classe-social-determina-todos-os-seus-pensamentos-mais-íntimos, embora eu sempre tenha acreditado que era possível fugir disso.

Vendo o meu facebook, eu vejo que não é bem assim. Não tem como escapar de certas coisas/interesses/referências/vontades. Well, não poderia entrar em uma discussão profunda nem se eu quisesse, mas pode ser interessante notar algumas coisas. 

Tem dias que eu acho que todas as pessoas são praticamente iguais. Eu acordo, olho para as pessoas, as histórias das pessoas, os problemas das pessoas... e acho que são todas variações do mesmo rascunho, cujo final eu já conheço. Em outros dias, eu tenho certeza de que as pessoas são completamente diferentes e enxergam as coisas de formas bizarras e inesperadas. Minha conclusão super profunda de hoje é: quem fica mais de meia hora por dia brincando de redes sociais se ferrou, já elvis total e virou parte de uma massa amorfa. Isso vale um pouco para tv também. Os assuntos rodam muito rápido. As bandas, as piadas, as referências e blá. Mas aí vem você e fala: DUH! As pessoas têm falado isso há mil anos. Bom, na verdade, elas têm falado sobre os excessos.
Acho que, talvez, o problema seja outro. Preciso mudar para outro século ou, melhor ainda, para um universo paralelo para ver o que acontece, porque eu tenho a impressão que o tempo está corrido demais e que é muito fácil se perder em banalidades - tudo bem, minha vida é a soma de várias banalidades -, mas acho que vale tentar. 

O que acontece é o seguinte: a gente cresce, o tempo fica mais corrido e, portanto, mais valioso e tal e, por isso, passar muito tempo batendo foto de comida, comentando, ou no meu caso, liking coisas aleatórias no facebook ("tsunami no sudeste asiático", like; "meu pai perdeu o emprego", like..) só fode a sua vida. Essencialmente, eu passo tanto tempo pensando nas minhas crises e na vida mais legal das pessoas que estão viajando e nas personagens que tiveram vidas mais emocionantes do que a minha,que eu acabo virando exatamente a pessoa genérica que eu preferiria evitar ser se tivesse escolha. Pode ser também que eu precise fazer o que me dá vontade e ser feliz, mas, then again, eu nunca estou feliz com nada, né?

Porém, talvez eu tenha escolha de fazer alguma coisa diferene, ainda que por apenas 40 dias, mas isso vai exigir um certo distanciamento de certo hábitos nocivos. Pouca gente (só gente linda, tá?) lê o meu blog, mas eu imagino se isso fosse lido por outras pessoas quaisquer a reação  dessas pessoas seria:
a) Ai, fico o dia todo na nétzi e sou super único e especial ou;
b)Ai, fico o tempo todo na nétzi, ela tem razão,eu deveria passar menos tempo na nétzi... mas foda-se ou;
c) Ai, sempre tive essa opinião e sou super único, embora não faça nada remotamente útil com o meu tempo fora da internet.

Para o primeiro grupo, oh, well..
Para o segundo grupo, minha reação é mais compreensiva, porque eu tenho sido essa pessoa desde os primórdios da internet.
Para o terceiro, nem comento.

De qualquer forma, acho que quero fazer um novo experimento.Eu me lembrei dessa vez que fiz quaresma e limitei meu acesso ao facebook. Eu não quero ignorar pessoas que não têm outra de forma de falar comigo a não ser pelo fb, mas acho que se eu me limitar a responder mensagens de inbox por celular já é um progresso e tanto. O meu experimento requer um certo nível de comprometimento e pode ser têressantzi, mas, pelo menos com as ideias que eu tive até agora, eu acho que as peças não vão formar um conjunto muito coerente.

Agora, acho que a parte radical mesmo é começar o projeto das cartas que eu enviarei.

Sobre as cartas que eu quero receber, a trama se complica. Eu consultei três pessoas sobre o assunto e as três acreditam que eu preciso fazer alguma coisa com as cartas, DAR para RECEBER, porque eu não posso só ganhar as cartas e ficar feliz, porque seria muito egoísta da minha parte. Eu ia criar um evento de facebook (olha a modernidade me pegando), explicando que eu queria muito ter um pedacinho de papel com palavrinhas das pessoas e umas fotos, ainda mais porque, quando eu for famosa, vou precisar dessas coisas para escrever a minha biografia e contar sobre as pessoas que conheço.
Ia explicar que cada carta poderia ter a seguinte indicação:

a. Se pode ser publicada/divulgada/citada/comentada com outras pessoas;
b. Se a carta exige resposta (dar para receber, right?);
c. Se a pessoa quer que eu coloque a carta sobre o meu corpo nu e bata fotos numa performance artística.

Tá, a última é sugestão do Luis, mas acho que não vou disponibilizar meu corpo nu, acho meio demais ter que me prostituir pra receber umas cartas. Azamiga não tá tão l0ka assim, né?

Certo, voltando ao projeto de algum século distante e/ou universo paralelo. Assim, eu não posso ficar de esposa de marido rico nesse meio tempo, de modo que não posso abandonar meus deveres de abraçar árvores e enviar emails experiência mais genuína, mas deve ter alguma coisa a mais que eu posso fazer para me purificar (aqui, eu tô fazendo cara de retartada, para indicar a ironia do termo) da modernidade, só pra ver o que acontece.

Lembro também do meu projeto de ficar 40 dias em um voto de silêncio - ideia que o André odeia com todas as suas forças.

Estou pensando em substituir redes sociais e meu falar incessante por CARTAS. Ou seja, agora todo mundo vai ter que me aguentar em versão analógica.

Estou há dois dias reescrevendo essa porcaria, porque eu fico divagando com mil ideias e matando tempo no trabalho, de modo que vou simplesmente publicar como está e aguardar COMENTÁRIOS, porque eu estou carente.

Besos calientes, sileciosos e de tempos mais simples,

A.

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The Shrinking Boundaries of Being a (Certain Kind of) Twentysomething


Chronicle Books / Emma Koenig via Facebook
Richard Lawson 20,976 ViewsJul 27, 2012
Emma Koenig, 24, has a blog. It's called Fuck! I'm In My Twenties and is full of cutesily hand-drawn musings about the plight of the aimless millennial. This blog is popular enough to have been turned into an Urban Outfitters book and now Koenig is working on a TV pilot. And of course no improbable rise to trendy stardom would be complete without a fawning, way-we-live-now profile in The New York Times, which was published yesterday. Reaction to the piece has been, let's say, mixed. Because of an implied privilege in Koenig's work (mom and dad are gainfully employed, her brother Ezra is in Vampire Weekend), and an abundance of clever cluelessness, the comments section on the Times profile is littered with people calling her a whiner or a spoiled brat, deeming her frivolous and self-obsessed.

This is a common criticism of a particular set of young creative types who tend to blab on about their own lives. Some of that criticism is a bit overblown — young people are young people, and young people like to talk about themselves, that's been true almost always — but a good deal of the backlash does, in some ways, feel merited. Young twentysomethings like Koenig do tend to flit around with a blithe but stubborn assumption that their microcosm is the same thing as the broader world. For all the wishy-washy, noncommittal, unsure stuff they write about, there's a distinct sense of absolutism to their work. They are forcing the world to be small and narrow so they can be its chief interpreters.

Fetishization of youth is certainly nothing new — watching someone do something for the first time is more interesting than watching them do it for the seventh — but doesn't today's idolized or glamorized or simply documented twentysomething seem a special, frequently irritating species all its own? Like the generations before them, these kids are consistently prodding at and testing their boundaries, only it's not taking them as long as it used to. They seem very quickly satisfied with a world of their own creation that they understand. For all the supposed youthful idealism and political openness these kids vaguely espouse, the world of twentysomethings seems to be getting somehow smaller, more specific. There's that same whimsical but detached irony, again and again. The same cloying cultural references, the vaguely smug assertions about how people and places work. They're all insecure but wear that insecurity proudly, like a cape. Though this world they live in is based on a kind of affected wobbliness and uncertainty -- all the glamor of being a noble, dreamy work-in-progress -- it's still a world they've mastered. And have thus deemed The World, for everyone else. Something's happened amidst all the helicopter parenting and participation trophies and unending spools of internet that's made a current crop of post-collegers determined to not go to the mountain, but pull the mountain to them and shape it to their own liking. Or to at least assume, incorrectly, that they've done that.

People got to talking a lot about this general twentysomething problem around the time that HBO's Girls premiered, because it had lots of handy talking points. For example, Lena Dunham's character Hannah insisting she is, "at least a voice. Of a generation." That line is teasing at a particular kind of contemporary youth certainty that one has something to say, and is determined to say it, without really knowing what that something is. Or whom to say it to. But, of course, they now have the big sprawling medium to say it anyway.
Koenig's "Fuck! I'm In My Twenties" is ostensibly for kids, specifically women, her own age. There is a lot of griping and lite philosophizing about relationships, about email, about expectations of early womanhood meeting reality. So it is largely for the people she's standing shoulder-to-shoulder with. But then along come lots of other people, from different demographics, staring at the site with varying degrees of curiousness and disdain. As a reflection of that, it sometimes seems that Koenig isn't exactly writing for her age group, but rather sending things up the ladder, ringing a bell and saying, "Hey this is what things are like down here these days." There's a navel-gazing anthropology to the site that's both arrogant, in its assuredness and thinly masked ambition, and naive.

But look, the fact that kids right out of college are self-deprecatingly romanticizing their lives on the internet for whoever wants to pay attention isn't really the problem. Sure that increasingly loud chatter is, on principle, fairly aggravating, but the true enemy here, the ballet flat-clad villain, is what's actually being said. In Koenig's world of twentiesdom, and on Dunham's lightly parodic but also sincere show, kids are stumbling around with a "aren't I a beautiful, fascinating mess" attitude that prizes self-imposed ennui and quirky angst over anything, well, productive. It's all stumbling for stumbling's sake with the vague but entitled hope of a bestowed reward at the end. The twenties depicted on Koenig's blog are all inward-facing, mannered irony and ineptitude, though a win is ultimately still expected. This kind of thing confirms a creaky "kids today" stereotype that frankly isn't fair.

The implied universality -- the assertion that this is everyone's 20s -- is really what gets Koenig in trouble. And sinks plenty of other young millennials too. Look at many of the headlines on the for twentysomethings, by twentysomethings blog Thought Catalog — "5 Things You Need To Do In Order Survive Your 20s," "Why Are People My Age Having Babies?," "If We Could Be Boring" — and it's clear that this rather small handful of kids is positioning itself as the arbiters of the entire generation. This is maybe owed to the universal arrogance of youth, which is of course nothing new, but the trouble is now we're rewarding it. It's become a trade, a vocation, a field of oblivious yet increasingly lucrative study. Youthful confusion and wondering and wandering are all part of being alive, but we seem to be increasingly indulging it -- especially a particularly cushy subset of it -- in a way that's not doing anyone any good.

To be fair, this might all be oldster crankiness. I'm currently on the final-year victory lap (swan song?) of my twenties and am perhaps finding all this immediate "omg look what's happening now" reportage from the trenches of age 24 -- very niche trenches at that -- to be a bit eye roll-inducing. The fact is, I'm a fairly privileged college graduate who writes on the internet myself, so maybe I am guilty of the same thing, with every self-indulgent Tumblr missive and subtle Twitter brag. (And blog posts calling out an entire generation based on a few indulgent apples.) Maybe the internet has made all of us think our little lives, all listless and uncertain, are fascinating and worth attention and praise. And maybe it's convinced us that, despite all our storybook flailing and I'm-such-a-fabulous-mess-ing, we secretly do have things pretty well covered. Because a small corner of the internet has told us we do. So it's probably not Emma Koenig's fault; the internet has existed in fully-fledged form nearly her entire adolescent life. It's all she knows.

I'm sure she'll someday look back at this point in her life and wonder what all the fuss was about. Was everything really so fraught and silly? And was the world really as small as she made it seem? Fidgeting around with jobs, drinking too much, staying up too late, dribbling on endlessly about sex and romance, thinking you are the center of everything; this is all the stuff of many people's twenties. But there's also working and voting and helping people (I hope) and getting help from people (for sure) and crying and mourning and growing and working some more. That's all perhaps bigger stuff than fits on an Urban Outfitters book table, and likely unsettles many a neatly crafted worldview. But that stuff is all there, for most or at least many twentysomethings, right now. If only we could get someone to talk about it. 

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Poveretto






Resolvi acrescentar uma quotes muito boas dele (do flavorwire):


1. “It is not enough to succeed. Others must fail.”

2. “Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say and not giving a damn.”

3. “First coffee, then a bowel movement. Then the Muse joins me.” – from The Paris Review Interviews: Writers at Work, interview by Gerald Clarke, 1974

4. “Write what you know will always be excellent advice for those who ought not to write at all.” – from The Second American Revolution, 1983

5. “…American society, literary or lay, tends to be humorless. What other culture could have produced someone like [Ernest] Hemingway and not seen the joke?” – from United States – Essays 1952-1992

6. “To speak today of a famous novelist is like speaking of a famous cabinetmaker or speedboat designer. Adjective is inappropriate to noun.” – from Screening History

7. “The more money an American accumulates the less interesting he himself becomes.” – from Homage to Daniel Shays: Collected Essays
8. “Whenever a friend succeeds, a little something in me dies.” – from The Sunday Times Magazine, 1973

9. “Andy Warhol is the only genius I’ve ever known with an I.Q. of 60″

10. “I am at heart a propagandist, a tremendous hater, a tiresome nag, complacently positive that there is no human problem which could not be solved if people would simply do as I advise.” – from Homage to Daniel Shays: Collected Essays, 1972

11. “The four most beautiful words in our common language: I told you so.”

12. “Sex is. There is nothing more to be done about it. Sex builds no roads, writes no novels, and sex certainly gives no meaning to anything in life but itself.”

13. “You hear all this whining going on, ‘Where are our great writers?’ The thing I might feel doleful about is: Where are the readers?” – from Esquire, 2008

14. “Never pass up a chance to have sex or appear on television.”

15. “A narcissist is someone better looking than you are.” – from The New York Times, 1981

16. “History is nothing but gossip about the past, with the hope that it might be true.” – from Butt, 2007

17. “The United States was founded by the brightest people in the country — and we haven’t seen them since.” – from Matters of Fact and Fiction: Essays 1973 – 1976

18. “Celebrities are invariably celebrity-mad, just as liars always believe liars.” – from Palimpsest: A Memoir

19. “I do many different things rather better than most people do one thing.” – from The Paris Review Interviews: Writers at Work, interview by Gerald Clarke, 1974

20. “The usual question everybody asks now is: What are you proudest of, Mr. Vidal, of all your great achievements? To which I answer: ‘Despite intense provocations over the course of what is becoming a rather long life, I have never killed anybody. That is my greatest achievement.’ A little negative maybe, but that’s it.” – from Vanity Fair, 2009