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The Columbia Electronic Encyclopedia 2003 states that Opus Dei in Spain "gained national importance after the civil war, when it received support from the government of Francisco Franco. In the 1950s and 60s it replaced the Falange as the most important conservative political and religious force in Spain." Sir Raymond Carr, one of the leading authorities on Spanish history, and Juan Pablo Fusi wrote in 1979: It was the Opus which emerged as the ‘organised’ Catholic support to Francoism, backed, as its members were, by the most trusted of Franco’s ministers." (wikipedia.org)

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My Basic Human Rights Were Violated
(This story was translated by an ODAN supporter and posted on the www.opuslibros.com website. To read the story in Spanish, click on "Mis Derechos Humanos más elementales, fueron violados.")

by a Former Numerary Assistant, Europe

Send us your storiesThe following personal account was written by a young woman from Europe who experienced first-hand the grueling life of an Opus Dei numerary assistant. Opus Dei recruits women from poor backgrounds to devote their lives to the cooking and cleaning of the opulent centers of Opus Dei, while living a life of celibacy.

In her book, Beyond the Threshold: A Life in Opus Dei (1), Maria del Carmen Tapia says, "According to the Founder, an auxiliary could never aspire to be more than a good servant … In countries where numeraries and servants perform housekeeping in centers of male members of the prelature, they receive a salary, though a low one, but no social security. On the principle of poverty, these salaries go directly to the coffers of the house where the servants live. The servants do not receive any money. It is supposed that the numeraries who accompany them will pay for whatever purchases are made. Naturally, when they need clothes or shoes, they get them, but they do not handle any money."

ODAN is grateful to the young woman who has shared her difficult testimony. We applaud her courage in speaking out about the realities of assistant numerary life.

I was a member of Opus Dei for seven years. My status within Opus Dei was called "an assistant" numerary.

My first contact with Opus Dei came through an advertisement for one of their catering colleges in a national newspaper. The advertisement offered young girls certification in household management and cookery. Those interested went through two interviews, one in their family home and one in the center of Opus Dei. At that time in my country there was widespread economic recession and a high rate of unemployment. Potential students were guaranteed full-time permanent positions at the conclusion of the catering course. This "sweetener" influenced my parents' decision to place me in this particular school. So at the age of 15, I began my catering course.

Four months later, I was an assistant numerary. I was recruited in the usual way. I was considered a leader by the members of Opus Dei in the center; therefore, highly likely to influence other girls. However, I now realize that it was something subversive that made Opus Dei directors single me out from the other students. My family had a particular problem, which I had discussed with my "tutor" during our so-called "tutorials." I did not know until many years later that she had discussed my family's problem with other directresses, who put into action a sophisticated plan to recruit me.

They first started suggesting that I pray for my family; then attend weekly confession and daily communion and so on. They told me that if I followed God's will, then my family's situation at home would improve. Before I knew it, I had a vocation; they told me I would be unhappy for the rest of my life if I did not do what God wanted. In addition, the problem in my family would worsen. I was frightened out of my wits when I "whistled" in Rome at the UNIV conference as an assistant numerary. (2)

When I returned to my country after the UNIV conference, they separated me from the other students in the catering course. They censored my incoming and outgoing mail, monitored my phone calls and went through my personal belongings. I had to make an accounting of my daily activities to the directresses. I had to hand over what little money I had. What disturbed me most during this time was how the Opus Dei members scrutinized and directed my relationship with my family. They told me what I could write and not write in my letters to them and what to say to them when I was speaking to them on the phone. There was always a numerary in the vicinity when my family rang, and she always called me aside to question me about the phone call afterwards.

Needless to say, my family was totally unaware that I had become a member of Opus Dei. The directresses told me I could tell them once the course was finished.

Meanwhile, they told me to lie to them about what was happening in my life while I was on visits and holidays with them. After such visits, the members of Opus Dei interrogated me about where I slept, what we discussed and what newspapers we read.

My family eventually did see a big change in my behavior. My bubbly, outgoing personality disappeared. I became introverted and suspicious of everything.

As the course was about to finish, they instructed me to tell my parents about my impending decision to join Opus Dei! My parents learned of my decision and went crazy. My only answer to their barrage of questions was "It's God's will."

My parents very reluctantly let me return to take my exams hoping that I would change my mind. That was not going to happen. Instead, Opus Dei shipped me off to one of their centers with many assistant numeraries and a few numeraries. We assisted in the running of a number of centers of Opus Dei for both males and females.

The full realization of my status as an assistant numerary now began to dawn on me. I had never been informed of the role and responsibilities of an assistant numerary. They just told me that assistant numeraries and numeraries were the same, just that our work was different. But I began to realize that my life was going to be one of long working hours, hard work and absolutely no social life. In addition, it was very clear that we were in no way the same as numeraries.

First of all, there were material differences between the two classes of members. Numeraries wore expensive clothes while assistant numeraries wore uniforms with a white apron. Assistant numeraries can only wear ordinary clothes if they leave the center, but they are usually second hand or inexpensive clothes. Numeraries ate in different dining rooms with better quality foods; whereas we ate the leftovers. The numeraries were usually waited on by an assistant numerary dressed in a long-sleeved black dress with a starched white collar, cuffs, head-dress and apron. Numeraries had a much higher quality of table linens, bed linens, crockery and furniture than those used by the assistant numeraries.

Our sleeping quarters and bathrooms were also different. Numeraries usually had en-suite facilities while assistant numeraries had communal bathrooms and bedrooms. In countries where there were large groups of members, like in Spain or in Rome, the two classes even had separate oratories. The numeraries' oratories were lavish and bedecked in gold; whereas, those used by the assistant numeraries were plain and wooden. Assistant numeraries also used separate entrances into the centers of Opus Dei called the servants' entrance, which was usually out of sight in the back of the building.

While these differences of the two seemingly "equal" groups may appear to be simply material; there are also very disturbing attitudes which underlie these distinctions.

The Opus Dei catechism defines assistant numeraries as follows, "there are other numeraries who do the menial and housekeeping work in Opus Dei houses who are called servants," (3) While the term servants has been suppressed and the term assistant or auxiliary is now used, the reality continues to exist for many assistant numeraries across the world.

Assistant numeraries are usually recruited from rural, poor and uneducated backgrounds, while numeraries tend to be recruited from educated, wealthy backgrounds. Assistant numeraries can never occupy positions of authority nor can they work outside Opus Dei houses.

Tapia suggests that the founder of Opus Dei saw assistant numeraries as having limited intelligence or as he called it "their own mentality."(4) All members of Opus Dei receive education in various forms on annual courses and so the difference between the type of education given reflects the attitudes toward each group. Numeraries receive classes in theology, canon law and Spanish while assistant numeraries receive classes in basic hygiene, basic reading and writing and elementary religious instruction.

Escriva also considered assistant numeraries to be devoid of human emotion. For example, assistant numeraries are allowed to hold babies, while numeraries are not. Escriva believed that a numerary's maternal instinct might be triggered by holding a baby, but he thought this would not happen to an assistant numerary because he believed she does not possess such an emotion.

Ironically, the directors constantly told us that we were the mothers of all members of Opus Dei. And why wouldn't we be? We cooked, cleaned and ironed morning to night, seven days a week, fifty-two weeks of the year, year in, year out, for these numeraries.

Escriva liked to call assistant numeraries his "little daughters." It is well-known that he encouraged their childish behavior. Tapia says that she was embarrassed by seeing adult women behaving like thirteen-year-olds.(5) The directresses also egged us on to indulge in this behavior. After a while, it became a difficult habit to shake off.

Assistant numeraries could never be left alone. Numeraries always had to accompany us wherever we went, inside and outside of the centers. We could not possess or have access to any money; the numeraries had to pay for everything.

These attitudes and conditions formed the basis of my life in Opus Dei. My life was controlled and suppressed and I had little access to the outside world. Our newspapers were censored and our television was often switched off if it was deemed unsuitable by one of the fanatic numeraries.

My claustrophobic life had little room for individuality or creativity. As rural girls, we were often on the receiving end of numeraries' jokes. Since they were predominantly from the cities, they laughed at our accents, our language and our rural traditions.

We were often at the receiving end of their bad tempers, but were not allowed to give them fraternal corrections. The directress would undoubtedly rule in favor of the numerary in question.

I lived a life of conformity and indoctrination. I began to ask questions about some of the contradictions that I saw, but was quickly quieted by being told I would go to hell for even thinking such things. Because of my lack of education, I was unable to articulate a reply.

Eventually, I could take no more. I was unable to understand the inconsistencies in my surroundings. I became confused about who God was. It seemed as if Escriva was more revered than God Himself. At times, I felt that it was often weeks before I even heard the word "God." It was always "The Father" and "Our Father." I longed for the God I knew before my life in Opus Dei.

One wet, windy morning I left the center of Opus Dei and my many assistant numerary friends. The numerary who brought me to my point of departure threw my bag on the ground and walked away without even saying goodbye. I was stunned by the behavior of this person who was apparently dedicated to God. As I climbed on to the transport, which brought me to my family, I realized that while I was in Opus Dei, they had even stripped me of the skills to purchase a ticket.

I arrived home to my forgiving family hurt, confused, guilty and in severe shock. Slowly, I began to realize that the world was not as cruel or as evil as what Opus Dei had painted it. There were many good people out there.

I tried to get by for awhile by telling myself that everything was fine and that I was able to cope. However, having been stripped of all social skills and self-confidence, I urgently needed counseling.

After a long period of time, I slowly regained my self-esteem. I returned to school and finished my post-primary education, went to university and completed a degree. I hope to do a master's degree within the next few years. I now have a good job, car, house and a good relationship.

There are many assistant numeraries across the world living lives quite similar to the one I have explained. I feel that these women's human rights are severely breached by the attitudes and rules of Opus Dei. However, Opus Dei continues to justify and allow this type of status to exist. It can only be described as the serious exploitation of a vulnerable group of women in the name of God.

I know of many very unhappy and disturbed women who are still in Opus Dei giving their all for this organization. I personally witnessed self-mutilations by some of these people and I can still hear their muffled cries at night. Depression and eating disorders were common. Some assistant numeraries who were physically unable to work anymore were expelled without any explanation, money or any home to go to.

Many do not speak out because of their lack of education and the guilt they feel. Many live in fear of the members of Opus Dei and their ability to backlash at those who speak out against them. While many people are aware of the methods of recruitment used by Opus Dei and the types of lives numeraries live in particular, the lives of assistant numeraries are generally overlooked. I urge you to please consider the circumstances in which these women live. We need to give this silent, vulnerable, forgotten group of women a voice. I have not highlighted the issue of corporal punishment because corporal punishment wasn't a punishment in our lives. We had so many other worse things to contend with.

Please ponder on the words of the Bill of Human Rights: Article 7: No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment or punishment. Article 8.(2): No one shall be held in servitude.

There are many more issues which I have not discussed. However, I have attempted to give an outline of the lives that assistant numeraries live. Please pray for them.

Sources:

(1) "Beyond the Threshold: A Life in Opus Dei," by Maria del Carmen Tapia, Continuum Publishing Company, New York, NY 10017. Available from ODAN for a suggested donation of $21 plus $4 for shipping ($11 shipping outside the USA.)

(2) The UNIV Conference is an event in Rome sponsored each year by Opus Dei during Holy Week. Participants from all over the world are hand-picked to participate in this conference. Typically, only those recruits who are close to joining Opus Dei are invited to attend the conference, along with numeraries who are working on them to join. Tremendous pressure is placed on the recruits to make a decision to join Opus Dei that week.

(3) Tapia, p. 51. From Opus Dei Constitutions, 1950, p. 172, no. 440.

(4) Tapia, p. 133.

(5) Tapia, p. 135.

From ODAN Newsletter Vol. 10 No. 1, 2000
Posted to website May 13, 2002" (www.odan.org)

Eu sei que a Opus Dei não gosta nem aprova mas ora fodasssssssse, estamos em Portugal - Será mesmo que estamos?

Esta capa faz parte do meu imaginário desde miúdo...

THE JOYS OF A WOMAN...

A palavra Emanuel significa Deus conosco, isto é, Deus encarnado, Deus que se fez ... Bendito é aquele que vem em nome do Senhor!

Emmanuelle ou Emanuelle é a protagonista numa série de filmes eróticos soft core franceses baseados na personagem criada por Emmanuelle Arsan no livro The Joys of a Woman.

Por cá Emanuel é aquele que faz com que a mulher mais pequena se sinta um gigante!

OH vizinha!!!... (esta moda dos casais se tratarem na terceira pessoa esta a propagar-se... influências Taveirónicas???)

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More recently, book critic Arthur Salm has written that

«The man simply chooses not to be a public figure, an attitude that resonates on a frequency so out of phase with that of the prevailing culture that if Pynchon and Paris Hilton were ever to meet—the circumstances, I admit, are beyond imagining—the resulting matter/antimatter explosion would vaporize everything from here to Tau Ceti IV»
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One more with 992 pages
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Against the Day (Hardcover)
by Thomas Pynchon - $22.05



Book Description

Spanning the period between the Chicago World's Fair of 1893 and the years just after World War I, this novel moves from the labor troubles in Colorado to turn-of-the-century New York, to London and Gottingen, Venice and Vienna, the Balkans, Central Asia, Siberia at the time of the mysterious Tunguska Event, Mexico during the Revolution, postwar Paris, silent-era Hollywood, and one or two places not strictly speaking on the map at all.

With a worldwide disaster looming just a few years ahead, it is a time of unrestrained corporate greed, false religiosity, moronic fecklessness, and evil intent in high places. No reference to the present day is intended or should be inferred.

The sizable cast of characters includes anarchists, balloonists, gamblers, corporate tycoons, drug enthusiasts, innocents and decadents, mathematicians, mad scientists, shamans, psychics, and stage magicians, spies, detectives, adventuresses, and hired guns. There are cameo appearances by Nikola Tesla, Bela Lugosi, and Groucho Marx.

As an era of certainty comes crashing down around their ears and an unpredictable future commences, these folks are mostly just trying to pursue their lives. Sometimes they manage to catch up; sometimes it's their lives that pursue them.

Meanwhile, the author is up to his usual business. Characters stop what they're doing to sing what are for the most part stupid songs. Strange sexual practices take place. Obscure languages are spoken, not always idiomatically. Contrary-to-the-fact occurrences occur. If it is not the world, it is what the world might be with a minor adjustment or two. According to some, this is one of the main purposes of fiction.

Let the reader decide, let the reader beware. Good luck.

--Thomas Pynchon"

Le Bateau Ivre

Comme je descendais des Fleuves impassibles,
Je ne me sentis plus tiré par les haleurs :
Des Peaux-Rouges criards les avaient pris pour cibles
Les ayant cloués nus aux poteaux de couleurs.

J'étais insoucieux de tous les équipages,
Porteur de blés flamands et de cotons anglais.
Quand avec mes haleurs ont fini ces tapages
Les Fleuves m'ont laissé descendre où je voulais.

Dans les clapotements furieux des marées,
Moi, l'autre hiver, plus sourd que les cerveaux d'enfants,
Je courus ! Et les Péninsules démarrées
N'ont pas subi tohu-bohus plus triomphants.

La tempête a béni mes éveils maritimes.
Plus léger qu'un bouchon j'ai dansé sur les flots
Qu'on appelle rouleurs éternels de victimes,
Dix nuits, sans regretter l'oeil niais des falots !

Plus douce qu'aux enfants la chair des pommes sûres,
L'eau verte pénétra ma coque de sapin
Et des taches de vins bleus et des vomissures
Me lava, dispersant gouvernail et grappin.

Et dès lors, je me suis baigné dans le Poème
De la Mer, infusé d'astres, et lactescent,
Dévorant les azurs verts ; où, flottaison blême
Et ravie, un noyé pensif parfois descend ;

Où, teignant tout à coup les bleuités, délires
Et rythmes lents sous les rutilements du jour,
Plus fortes que l'alcool, plus vastes que nos lyres,
Fermentent les rousseurs amères de l'amour !

Je sais les cieux crevant en éclairs, et les trombes
Et les ressacs et les courants : Je sais le soir,
L'aube exaltée ainsi qu'un peuple de colombes,
Et j'ai vu quelques fois ce que l'homme a cru voir !

J'ai vu le soleil bas, taché d'horreurs mystiques,
Illuminant de longs figements violets,
Pareils à des acteurs de drames très-antiques
Les flots roulant au loin leurs frissons de volets !

J'ai rêvé la nuit verte aux neiges éblouies,
Baiser montant aux yeux des mers avec lenteurs,
La circulation des sèves inouïes
Et l'éveil jaune et bleu des phosphores chanteurs !

J'ai suivi, des mois pleins, pareilles aux vacheries
Hystériques, la houle à l'assaut des récifs,
Sans songer que les pieds lumineux des Maries
Pussent forcer le mufle aux Océans poussifs !

J'ai heurté, savez-vous, d'incroyables Florides
Mêlant aux fleurs des yeux des panthères à peaux
D'hommes ! Des arcs-en-ciel tendus comme des brides
Sous l'horizon des mers, à de glauques troupeaux !

J'ai vu fermenter les marais énormes, nasses
Où pourrit dans les joncs tout un Léviathan !
Des écroulement d'eau au milieu des bonacees,
Et les lointains vers les gouffres cataractant !

Glaciers, soleils d'argent, flots nacreux, cieux de braises !
Échouages hideux au fond des golfes bruns
Où les serpents géants dévorés de punaises
Choient, des arbres tordus, avec de noirs parfums !

J'aurais voulu montrer aux enfants ces dorades
Du flot bleu, ces poissons d'or, ces poissons chantants.
- Des écumes de fleurs ont bercé mes dérades
Et d'ineffables vents m'ont ailé par instant.

Parfois, martyr lassé des pôles et des zones,
La mer dont le sanglot faisait mon roulis doux
Montait vers moi ses fleurs d'ombres aux ventouses jaunes
Et je restais, ainsi qu'une femme à genoux...

Presque île, balottant sur mes bords les querelles
Et les fientes d'oiseaux clabotteurs aux yeux blonds.
Et je voguais lorsqu'à travers mes liens frêles
Des noyés descendaient dormir à reculons !

Or moi, bateau perdu sous les cheveux des anses,
Jeté par l'ouragan dans l'éther sans oiseau,
Moi dont les Monitors et les voiliers des Hanses
N'auraient pas repéché la carcasse ivre d'eau ;

Libre, fumant, monté de brumes violettes,
Moi qui trouais le ciel rougeoyant comme un mur
Qui porte, confiture exquise aux bons poètes,
Des lichens de soleil et des morves d'azur ;

Qui courais, taché de lunules électriques,
Planche folle, escorté des hippocampes noirs,
Quand les juillets faisaient couler à coups de trique
Les cieux ultramarins aux ardents entonnoirs ;

Moi qui tremblais, sentant geindre à cinquante lieues
Le rut des Béhémots et les Maelstroms épais,
Fileur éternel des immobilités bleues,
Je regrette l'Europe aux anciens parapets !

J'ai vu des archipels sidéraux ! et des îles
Dont les cieux délirants sont ouverts au vogueur :
- Est-ce en ces nuits sans fond que tu dors et t'exiles,
Million d'oiseaux d'or, ô future vigueur ? -

Mais, vrai, j'ai trop pleuré ! Les Aubes sont navrantes.
Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer :
L'âcre amour m'a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes.
Ô que ma quille éclate ! Ô que j'aille à la mer !

Si je désire une eau d'Europe, c'est la flache
Noire et froide où vers le crépuscule embaumé
Un enfant accroupi plein de tristesses, lâche
Un bateau frêle comme un papillon de mai.

Je ne puis plus, baigné de vos langueurs, ô lames,
Enlever leurs sillages aux porteurs de cotons,
Ni traverser l'orgueil des drapeaux et des flammes,
Ni nager sous les yeux horribles des pontons.

Arthur Rimbaud

Baklava (recipe)



TIP: Syrup must either be cool and poured over hot baklawa or hot and poured over cooled baklawa. Never pour hot syrup over hot baklawa; it will make it soggy.

Ingredients:
2 lbs phyllo dough (Two 1-pound packages)
Filling
2 lbs walnuts
3/4 cup sugar
2 tablespoons orange blossom water (Mazahar)
2 1/2 lbs butter
Syrup
3 cups sugar
2 cups water
2 tablespoons orange blossom water
2 tablespoons lemon juice

Preparation:
1. Unwrap and carefully unfold thawed phyllo dough; cover with plastic wrap or wax paper and a damp cloth to keep the dough from drying out.
2. FOR THE FILLING -- Grind the walnuts coarsely, mix with sugar and orange blossom water until well blended. Butter a 12 x 16 inch baking pan. Render the butter.
3. FOR THE ASSEMBLY -- Layer one package of the phyllo sheets in the pan, buttering generously between each sheet with a pastry brush or cloth dipped in butter. Mix 2-3 tablespoons of water with the walnut mixture and put over the top of the last sheet, making sure to keep the layer of walnuts level.
4. Repeat the same procedure with the second package of dough, buttering generously between each sheet, and butter the top. Cut into diamonds, dipping the knife into hot water as you go for easier cutting. Pour over any remaining butter.
5. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes to 1 hour (depending on your oven) or until bottom is done and top is golden brown. If top does not brown nicely, put the baklawa under the broiler for a few seconds, watching constantly, as it will burn very quickly.
6. FOR THE SYRUP -- Mix sugar and water together and bring to a boil. Boil about 15-20 minutes. Remove syrup from heat, add lemon juice and orange blossom water. Stir and let cool.
7. SHORTCUT -- Butter pan and place one whole package of phyllo dough in pan, butter top, and add nut filling. Place second package of phyllo dough over nuts and butter the top. Cut into diamonds and pour all the rendered butter into the pan, making sure it settles into all the cuts and around edges. Bake as directed above.

Mr Barroso, What about doing something? or...you have to ask Bush first?

Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro'
you have no word
trip, trip to a dream dragon
hide your wings in a ghost tower
sails cackling at every plate we break
cracked by scattered needles
the little minute gong
coughs and clears his throat
madam you see before you stand
hey ho, never be still
the old original favorite grand
grasshoppers green Herbarian band
and the tune they play is "In Us Confide"
so trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro'
you have no word
Please leave us here
close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Isn't it good to be lost in the wood
isn't it bad so quiet there, in the wood
meant even less to me than I thought
with a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds
clover honey pots and mystic shining feed...
well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border
hey ho, huff the Talbot
"Cheat" he cried shouting kangaroo
it's true in their tree they cried
Please leave us here
close our eyes to the octopus ride!
The madcap laughed at the man on the border
hey ho, huff the Talbot
the winds they blew and the leaves did wag
they'll never put me in their bag
the seas will reach and always seep
so high you go, so low you creep
the wind it blows in tropical heat
the drones they throng on mossy seats
the squeaking door will always squeak
two up, two down we'll never meet
so merrily trip forgo my side
Please leave us here
close our eyes to the octopus ride! (Syd Barrett, Octopus)

Carlos Augusto Alves Santana (nascido a 20 July 1947)



http://www.santana.com/

Allez Fausto!


Fausto abre hoje XVI Tom de Festa em Tondela - Publico.Pt

International Brigades

Nao esquecendo a Guerra Civil Espanhola

I'm glad english are not Europeans!


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'Yo, Blair!': Overheard at the G8
Published: 18 July 2006


Bush: Yo, Blair. How are you doing? (Does he regard Mr Blair as an equal? What about 'Yo, Tony'?)

Blair: I'm just...

Bush: You're leaving?

Blair: No, no, no not yet. On this trade thingy....(inaudible) (Mr Blair is getting anxious that the World Trade Organisation is falling apart because some nations, including the US, are putting domestic interests before a worldwide free trade agreement)

Bush: Yeah, I told that to the man.

Blair: Are you planning to say that here or not?

Bush: If you want me to.

Blair: Well, it's just that if the discussion arises...

Bush: I just want some movement.

Blair: Yeah.

Bush: Yesterday we didn't see much movement.

Blair: No, no, it may be that it's not, it may be that it's impossible.

Bush: I am prepared to say it.

Blair: But it's just I think what we need to be an opposition...

Bush: Who is introducing the trade?

Blair: Angela (The German Chancellor, Angela Merkel, will lead the trade discussion. That is good for Mr Blair. She is on his side.)

Bush: Tell her to call 'em.

Blair: Yes.

Bush: Tell her to put him on, them on the spot. Thanks for the sweater it's awfully thoughtful of you.

Blair: It's a pleasure.

Bush: I know you picked it out yourself.

Blair: Oh, absolutely, in fact (inaudible)

Bush: What about Kofi? (inaudible) His attitude to ceasefire and everything else ... happens. (Change of subject. Now they are on to Lebanon and the UN secretary general, Kofi Annan)

Blair: Yeah, no I think the (inaudible) is really difficult. We can't stop this unless you get this international business agreed.

Bush: Yeah. (Mr Blair is trying to push the idea of a UN peacekeeping force in Lebanon. That 'yeah' does not sound like a wholehearted agreement)

Blair: I don't know what you guys have talked about, but as I say I am perfectly happy to try and see what the lie of the land is, but you need that done quickly because otherwise it will spiral. (Meaning: 'Please, George, let me go to the Middle East and be a world statesman')

Bush: I think Condi is going to go pretty soon. (Meaning: 'No')

Blair: But that's, that's, that's all that matters. But if you... you see it will take some time to get that together. (Meaning: 'Oh well, all right, if you don't want me to. Just a thought')

Bush: Yeah, yeah.

Blair: But at least it gives people...

Bush: It's a process, I agree. I told her your offer to... (Meaning: 'Drop it. You're not going.')

Blair: Well... it's only if I mean... you know. If she's got a..., or if she needs the ground prepared as it were... Because obviously if she goes out, she's got to succeed, if it were, whereas I can go out and just talk.

Bush: You see, the ... thing is what they need to do is to get Syria, to get Hizbollah to stop doing this shit and it's over. (Mr Bush is expressing his belief that Syria is pulling Hizbollah's strings, while Mr Blair is hinting the Syrians might be up to no good as well)

Blair: (inaudible)

Bush: (inaudible)

Blair: Syria.

Bush: Why?

Blair: Because I think this is all part of the same thing.

Bush: Yeah.

Blair: What does he think? He thinks if Lebanon turns out fine, if we get a solution in Israel and Palestine, Iraq goes in the right way... (Here they might be talking about Kofi Annan, or they may mean the Syrian President, Bashir Assad)

Bush: Yeah, yeah, he is sweet. (Mr Bush is probably being sarcastic)

Blair: He is honey. And that's what the whole thing is about. It's the same with Iraq.

Bush: I felt like telling Kofi to call, to get on the phone to Assad and make something happen.

Blair: Yeah.

Bush: (inaudible)

Blair:(inaudible)

Bush: We are not blaming the Lebanese government.

Blair: Is this...? (at this point Blair taps the microphone in front of him and the sound is cut.)

Bush: Yo, Blair. How are you doing? (Does he regard Mr Blair as an equal? What about 'Yo, Tony'?)

Blair: I'm just...

Bush: You're leaving?

Blair: No, no, no not yet. On this trade thingy....(inaudible) (Mr Blair is getting anxious that the World Trade Organisation is falling apart because some nations, including the US, are putting domestic interests before a worldwide free trade agreement)

Bush: Yeah, I told that to the man.

Blair: Are you planning to say that here or not?

Bush: If you want me to.

Blair: Well, it's just that if the discussion arises...

Bush: I just want some movement.

Blair: Yeah.

Bush: Yesterday we didn't see much movement.

Blair: No, no, it may be that it's not, it may be that it's impossible.

Bush: I am prepared to say it.

Blair: But it's just I think what we need to be an opposition...

Bush: Who is introducing the trade?

Blair: Angela (The German Chancellor, Angela Merkel, will lead the trade discussion. That is good for Mr Blair. She is on his side.)

Bush: Tell her to call 'em.

Blair: Yes.

Bush: Tell her to put him on, them on the spot. Thanks for the sweater it's awfully thoughtful of you.

Blair: It's a pleasure.

Bush: I know you picked it out yourself.

Blair: Oh, absolutely, in fact (inaudible)

Bush: What about Kofi? (inaudible) His attitude to ceasefire and everything else ... happens. (Change of subject. Now they are on to Lebanon and the UN secretary general, Kofi Annan)

Blair: Yeah, no I think the (inaudible) is really difficult. We can't stop this unless you get this international business agreed.

Bush: Yeah. (Mr Blair is trying to push the idea of a UN peacekeeping force in Lebanon. That 'yeah' does not sound like a wholehearted agreement)

Blair: I don't know what you guys have talked about, but as I say I am perfectly happy to try and see what the lie of the land is, but you need that done quickly because otherwise it will spiral. (Meaning: 'Please, George, let me go to the Middle East and be a world statesman')

Bush: I think Condi is going to go pretty soon. (Meaning: 'No')

Blair: But that's, that's, that's all that matters. But if you... you see it will take some time to get that together. (Meaning: 'Oh well, all right, if you don't want me to. Just a thought')

Bush: Yeah, yeah.

Blair: But at least it gives people...

Bush: It's a process, I agree. I told her your offer to... (Meaning: 'Drop it. You're not going.')

Blair: Well... it's only if I mean... you know. If she's got a..., or if she needs the ground prepared as it were... Because obviously if she goes out, she's got to succeed, if it were, whereas I can go out and just talk.

Bush: You see, the ... thing is what they need to do is to get Syria, to get Hizbollah to stop doing this shit and it's over. (Mr Bush is expressing his belief that Syria is pulling Hizbollah's strings, while Mr Blair is hinting the Syrians might be up to no good as well)

Blair: (inaudible)

Bush: (inaudible)

Blair: Syria.

Bush: Why?

Blair: Because I think this is all part of the same thing.

Bush: Yeah.

Blair: What does he think? He thinks if Lebanon turns out fine, if we get a solution in Israel and Palestine, Iraq goes in the right way... (Here they might be talking about Kofi Annan, or they may mean the Syrian President, Bashir Assad)

Bush: Yeah, yeah, he is sweet. (Mr Bush is probably being sarcastic)

Blair: He is honey. And that's what the whole thing is about. It's the same with Iraq.

Bush: I felt like telling Kofi to call, to get on the phone to Assad and make something happen.

Blair: Yeah.

Bush: (inaudible)

Blair:(inaudible)

Bush: We are not blaming the Lebanese government.

Blair: Is this...? (at this point Blair taps the microphone in front of him and the sound is cut.)
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"
Oh where are you now
pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?
When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, lift a hand
I'm only a person whose armbands beat
on his hands, hang tall
won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?

The poppy birds way
swing twigs coffee brands around
brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, please lift the hand
I'm only a person with eskimo chain
I tattooed my brain all the way...
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all
" (Syd Barrett, Dark Globe)

"
For whom the bell tolled: Writers on the front line

The Spanish Civil War, which began 70 years ago, mobilised the literary elite. What made them put down their pens and take up arms?

In September 1936, the literary magazine Contemporary Poetry and Prose gave the whole of its back cover to just six words: "Support the Spanish People against Fascism." The October issue carried the same stark injunction. By way of variety, the November edition directed its readers to "Support all meetings and demonstrations to end the farce of 'non-intervention'." Gradually the back-page advertisements got tougher; instead of asking for sonnets, villanelles and short stories, they started asking for money to buy guns. The words "Arms for Spain" appeared in block capitals. Eventually, in autumn 1937, it closed down with the words: "This is the last number of Contemporary Poetry and Prose as the editor is going abroad for some time."
"
(www.independent.co.uk)

It started 70 years ago...

"Spanish Civil War"

I must confess after reading "Homage to Catalunya" and "For whom the bells toll", my personal opinion about Spanish Civil War was never the same. Either the International brigades in Barcelona Anarchy city, and every scene of the Emingway's book are now part of my subconscience; my imaginarium just can't get ride from the image of that militia and Robert Jordan... the explosion of the bridge... I confess, I cried.





For them:

EN LA PLAZA DE MI PUEBLO
"En la plaza de mi pueblo
dijo el jornalero al amo
"Nuestros hijos nacerán
con el puño levantado".
Esta tierra que no es mía
esta tierra que es del amo
la riego con mi sudor
la trabajo con mis manos.
Pero dime, compañero,
si estas tierras son del amo
¿por qué nunca lo hemos visto
trabajando en el arado?
Con mi arado abro los surcos
con mi arado escribo yo
páginas sobre la tierra
de miseria y de sudor."


(www.wikipedia.org)
"
The Spanish Civil War, which lasted from July 17, 1936 to April 1, 1939, was a conflict in which the Nationalists led by General Francisco Franco defeated the loyalists led by President Manuel Azaña of the Second Spanish Republic. The Loyalists received weapons and volunteers from the Soviet Union and the international Communist movement, while the Nationalists (or Francoists), after being largely turned down for help by the Allies, turned for support to the Fascist nations, including Italy and Germany. The Republicans ranged from centrists who supported capitalist liberal democracy to communists and anarchist revolutionaries; their power base was primarily secular and urban (though it also included landless peasants) and was particularly strong in industrial regions like Asturias and Catalonia. The conservative Basque Country also sided with the Republic, largely because it, along with nearby Catalonia, sought autonomy from the central government which would later be suppressed by the centralizing nationalists. The ultimately successful Nationalists had a primarily rural, wealthier, and more conservative base of support, were mostly Roman Catholic, and favoured the centralization of power. Some of the military tactics of the war - including the use of terror tactics against civilians - foreshadowed World War II, although both the Nationalists and the Republicans relied overwhelmingly on infantry rather than modern use of blitzkrieg tactics with tanks and airplanes.

While the war lasted only about three years, the political situation had already been violent for several years before. The number of casualties is disputed; estimates generally suggest that between 300,000 and 1 million people were killed. Many of these deaths resulted from the mass killings perpetrated on both sides. The war started with military uprisings throughout Spain and its colonies, which were followed by Republican reprisals against the Church, which Republican radicals viewed as an oppressive institution supportive of the old order. There were massacres of Catholic clergy and churches, and monasteries and convents were burned. Twelve bishops, 283 nuns 2,365 monks and 4,184 priests were killed. [1] Former landowners and industrialists were also attacked. During and in the wake of the war, the Nationalists carried out a program of mass killing of opponents where house searches were carried out, and unwanted individuals were often jailed or killed. Trade-unionists, known republican sympathisers and critics of Franco's regime were among the first to be targeted. The Nationalists also carried out aerial bombings of civilian areas with the help of the German and Italian air forces. On all sides, brutality was common.

The impact of the war was massive: The Spanish economy took decades to recover. The political and emotional repercussions of the war reverberated far beyond the boundaries of Spain and sparked passion among international intellectual and political communities, passions which still are present in Spanish politics today.

Republican sympathizers proclaimed it as a struggle between "tyranny and democracy", or "fascism and liberty", and many young, committed reformers and revolutionaries joined the International Brigades, which thought saving the Spanish Republic was the front line of the war against fascism. Franco's supporters, however, especially the younger members of the officer corps, viewed it as a battle between the red hordes of communism and anarchism on the one hand and "Christian civilization" on the other.
"

Bush and sons, Inc.

The 10 commandments

Excuse me Sir: What about a ride to eternity?

Sites anti-chefe

Mybosssucks | Officesteria | Oftheboss

Os maus gestores já não têm esconderijo possível: já existem "sites" no ciberespaço dedicados à crítica e denúncia de patrões autoritários e chefes ditadores.

Se o cibernauta digitar no "browser" www.mybosssucks.com, entra numa das mais emblemáticas esquinas "anti-chefe" da Web. Com um "design" simples, mas colorido e agradável, este "site" revela-se muito completo, funcional e divertido.

Assim, para aqueles empregados que se sentem oprimidos e querem dar a conhecer o alegado sofrimento laboral infligido pelos seus chefes, tudo o que têm a fazer é colocar a denúncia no formulário existente na secção "Stories".

Embora tenha sido criado nos Estados Unidos, este "site" já adquiriu dimensão internacional. Ao clicarmos na secção "Bad Bosses" é possível visualizar as várias queixas e denúncias de vários empregados dos quatro cantos do mundo. Até ao momento, não continha nenhuma proveniente de Portugal.

Uma característica interessante do www.mybosssucks.com é a eleição do pior chefe do mês, a qual é realizada com base nas votações da equipa que gere o "site" e dos cibernautas que o visitam. Também é possível participar num forúm "on-line" ou aceder a modelos de cartas de despedimento, concebidos de acordo com o objectivo do empregado resignatário: humilhar, enfurecer ou gozar o seu antigo superior.

Outra funcionalidade muito útil e divertida é a "Excuses", que contém as mais variadas desculpas, justificações e argumentos para diversas situações: faltas ao trabalho, atrasos, almoços demorados (porventura, um facto muito frequente na realidade portuguesa), entradas tardias e saídas prematuras do emprego, por exemplo.

Por outro lado, se tiver alguma dúvida ou precisar alguma orientação para lidar com o seu chefe belicoso, é só clicar na secção "Ask Flo" e enviar um "e-mail" a Flo, uma gestora pessoal de carreira especializada nestas questões.

Entretanto, se estiver a visualizar o site e o seu chefe aparecer repentinamente no seu local de trabalho, clique rapidamente no botão "Boss Alert" situado no canto superior direito do ecrã e imediatamente abre-se uma nova janela que cobre a do www.mybosssucks.com, contendo informação sobre cursos de Internet da Netscape.

Apesar de não poder ser utilizada ao mercado de trabalho português, este "site" ainda contém outra funcionalidade digna de destaque, que é a possibilidade de recorrer a um serviço jurídico-legal de identificação e comprovação de ex-chefes que prejudiquem o trabalhador que procura emprego, através do "black balling". Isto é, o anterior patrão impede que o candidato arranje novo trabalho ao providenciar más referências sobre o desempenho profissional do seu ex-empregado à potencial entidade empregadora.

Outro "site" onde é possível libertar o "stress" causado pela opressão patronal é o www.officesteria.com, que permite ao cibernauta aceder a um jogo de "kickboxing" contra o patrão. Se digitarmos www.offtheboss.com encontramos mais duas ferramentas de gestão do "stress" no local de trabalho: colocar o chefe num triturador de lixo ou num poço de lava incandescendente.

Syd Barrett, founder of Pink Floyd, dies

By JILL LAWLESS, Associated Press Writer


LONDON - Syd Barrett, the troubled Pink Floyd co-founder who spent his last years in reclusive anonymity, has died, the band said Tuesday. He was 60.

A spokeswoman for the band said Barrett died several days ago, but she did not disclose the cause of death. Barrett had suffered from diabetes for years.

The surviving members of Pink Floyd — David Gilmour, Nick Mason, Roger Waters and Richard Wright — said they were "very upset and sad to learn of Syd Barrett's death."

"Syd was the guiding light of the early band lineup and leaves a legacy which continues to inspire," they said in a statement.

Barrett co-founded Pink Floyd in 1965 with Waters, Mason and Wright, and wrote many of the band's early songs. The group's jazz-infused rock and drug-laced, multimedia "happenings" made them darlings of the London psychedelic scene. The 1967 album "The Piper at the Gates of Dawn" — largely written by Barrett, who also played guitar — was a commercial and critical hit.

But Barrett suffered from mental instability, exacerbated by his use of LSD. His behavior grew increasingly erratic, and he left the group in 1968 — five years before the release of Pink Floyd's most popular album, "Dark Side of the Moon" — to be replaced by Gilmour.

Barrett released two solo albums — "The Madcap Laughs" and "Barrett" — but soon withdrew from the music business altogether. An album of previously unreleased material, "Opel," was issued in 1988.

He reverted to his real name, Roger Barrett, and spent much of the rest of his life living quietly in his hometown of Cambridge, England. Moving into his mother's suburban house, he passed the time painting and tending the garden. His former bandmates made sure Barrett continued to receive royalties from his work with Pink Floyd.

He was a familiar figure to neighbors, often seen cycling or walking to the corner store, but rarely spoke to the fans and journalists who sought him out over the years.

Despite his brief career, Barrett's fragile, wistful songs influenced many musicians, from David Bowie — who covered the Barrett track "See Emily Play" — to the other members of Pink Floyd, who recorded the album "Wish You Were Here" as a tribute to their troubled bandmate.

It contained the song "Shine On You Crazy Diamond" — "Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun." The band also dwelt on themes of mental illness on the albums "Dark Side of the Moon" and "The Wall."

The band spokeswoman said a small, private funeral would be held.

Photo - (c) Mick Rock reproduced by kind permission of Mick Rock www.mickrock.com

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From David Bowie's website:

"I can't tell you how sad I feel. Syd was a major inspiration for me. The few times I saw him perform in London at UFO and the Marquee clubs during the sixties will forever be etched in my mind. He was so charismatic and such a startlingly original songwriter.

Also, along with Anthony Newley, he was the first guy I'd heard to sing pop or rock with a British accent. His impact on my thinking was enormous. A major regret is that I never got to know him. A diamond indeed." - David Bowie, July 11th 2006

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Pink Floyd's Syd Barrett Dies at 60

LONDON (AFP) - Tributes poured in for Syd Barrett, founding member of the British progressive rock group Pink Floyd, after his death at the age of 60 was belatedly announced.

"He died very peacefully a couple of days ago. There will be a private family funeral," a spokeswoman for Pink Floyd said. The cause of death was not disclosed.

Barrett, who had been living reclusively in his late mother's house in Cambridge, in the east of England, led Pink Floyd from its founding in 1965 until 1968 when he struck out on a solo career.

In a statement, Pink Floyd said: "The band are naturally very upset and sad to learn of Syd Barrett's death. Syd was the guiding light of the early band line-up and leaves a legacy which continues to inspire."

In recent years Barrett reverted to his birth name, Roger Keith Barrett, and to his passion for painting.

He created Pink Floyd with old friend Roger Waters, and became a huge star at the age of 21, but in his final days with the band he could hardly perform due to an addiction to the psychedelic drug LSD.

The band finally drafted in Dave Gilmour as guitarist, and decided not to pick Barrett up for gigs.

"He took drugs by the shovelful," Gilmour once said.

Barrett nevertheless went on to record three solo albums -- "The Madcap Laughs," "Barrett" and "Opel."

Waters' composition "Shine on You Crazy Diamond" alluded to Barrett with its lyrics: "Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun; Shine on you crazy diamond; Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky."

At the Live 8 concert in London a year ago, when Pink Floyd reunited without Barrett, Waters sang "Wish You Were Here" -- a tribute to the singer and lyricist.

Barrett is thought to have named Pink Floyd after two little-known bluesmen, Pink Anderson and Floyd Council, whose recordings were part of his record collection.

Graham Coxon, former guitarist with Blur, one of the seminal bands of the Cool Britannia period in the 1990s, cited Barrett as one of the greatest influences on his career.

"Lost him again... for bang on 20 years Syd led me to better places," Coxon said in a statement. "From my agape 17-year-old first listen to 'Bike' to, just the other day, 'Jugband Blues'."

"Languished in his noise... dreamt in his night... stared at his eyes for answers... bent my ears to see his fingers... would have followed him into the dark... certainly followed him into the bleached out morning."

"Syd, dear man, what now? The music is there... a door he left unlocked... spend time there... it's good."

A inevitabilidade destas coisas põem-me triste

Depois de assitir há bem pouco tempo a um concerto memorável do Roger Waters, em que o video clip do Arnold Layne era projectado no palco, durante o "Shine on you crazy diamond"; é com a lágrima no canto do olho que escrevo este post:

"Roger Keith "Syd" Barrett (January 6, 1946 – July 7, 2006) was an English singer, songwriter, guitarist and artist." (www.wikipedia.org)



"
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now theres a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the
Steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend,
You martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the
Steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper,
You prisoner, and shine!
"

Bartender Moe Quotations

People today are healthier and drinking less. You know, if it wasn't for the junior high school next door, no one would even use the cigarette machine.

Moe: Say, Barn. Uh, remember when I said I'd have to send away to NASA to calculate your bar tab?
Barney: Oh ho, oh yeah. We all had a good laugh, Moe.
Moe: The results came back today.

Man, you go through life, you try to be nice to people, you struggle to resist the urge to punch 'em in the face, and for what?

Moe Syslak

The inspiration for my new job...

Mais uma nova etapa... Barman

Ora aí está assunto para o estudante universitário

"IPPAR: direcção nacional diz que não foi consultada sobre abertura do túmulo de D. Afonso Henriques
PUBLICO.PT

A direcção nacional do Instituto Português do Património Arquitectónico (IPPAR) decidiu cancelar a abertura do túmulo de D. Afonso Henriques porque diz não ter sido consultada sobre essa iniciativa, formalizada pela investigadora Eugénia Cunha à direcção regional de Coimbra daquele organismo.


O mesmo texto do IPPAR argumenta ainda que, para além da direcção nacional, a ministra da Cultura também não foi consultada sobre a exumação.

A direcção nacional do instituto quer agora "apurar os antecedentes relativos a todo este processo" para tentar apurar responsabilidades.

A investigadora da Universidade de Coimbra estava a estudar as relíquias dos santos do Mosteiro de Santa Cruz quando se deu conta que uma empresa ia fazer ali obras de restauro. Eugénia Cunha achou que esta era uma boa oportunidade para levantar a pedra do túmulo onde estão depositados os restos mortais de D. Afonso Henriques e, presumivelmente, da sua mulher D. Mafalda.

A investigadora conseguiu as autorizações da Diocese de Coimbra e da direcção regional do IPPAR que viabilizou a realização do projecto científico que pretendia reconstituir o perfil biológico do fundador da nacionalidade portuguesa.

"Informamos que se autoriza a abertura do referido túmulo", lê-se na carta enviada no passado dia 23 de Junho pelo director regional do IPPAR, Tadeu Henriques. O responsável exigia, no entanto, que a investigadora observasse algumas condições "para além das restrições impostas pela Diocese de Coimbra da Igreja Católica".

Esta tarde, Eugénia Cunha e os investigadores da Universidade de Granada que se deslocaram a Coimbra para apoiar o trabalho científico mostraram-se decepcionados com a proibição do IPPAR, mas dizem-se esperançados em conseguir brevemente uma autorização da ministra da Cultura."(www.publico.pt)

Quem é que não se lembra do Star Trek...

(1926-1977)

Francisco Louçã - Individualista convicto mas solidário
DEPUTADO DO BLOCO DE ESQUERDA

O meu primeiro contacto com Corto Maltese foi polémico. Publicava-se então a edição portuguesa da revista “Tintin”, quando Vasco Granja cometeu a heresia: numa separata a preto e branco da revista, começou a publicar as histórias do marinheiro de Malta. Foi um choque: muitos dos miúdos (como eu) ficaram irritados com aquele herói que às vezes era mau, com aquele desenho completamente diferente do traço certinho do Michel Vaillant ou do Bruno Brazil. Mas outros, eu entre eles, ficaram fascinados com aquela personalidade multifacetada, rica, contraditória. Aquele traço livre, aquelas pinceladas com que Hugo Pratt delimitava o mundo de luz e sombras em que o Corto Maltese circulava fascinaram-me. Acompanhei Corto nas reviravoltas da Revolução Russa: enquanto eu estava decididamente do lado dos revolucionários, ele andava entre as duas bandas, às vezes fugindo do Rasputine, outras conspirando com aquele vilão que o completa, como a imagem invertida de um espelho. Segui-o no sertão brasileiro, misturado em confusas histórias de cangaço, estive ao lado dele nas ruas de Dublin, lutando ao lado dos independentistas irlandeses, acompanhei-o até Samarcanda. Não fui um nómada convicto como ele, mas creio que todos nós já sentimos alguma vez aquela vertigem de sair pelo mundo sem limites de distância, de tempo, de roteiro de viagem. Corto foi um dos primeiros heróis modernos. Individualista convicto, mas solidário e até capaz de arriscar a vida por alguém que acabou de conhecer. Um homem de princípios, sem dúvida, mas nem sempre os princípios assépticos do antigo herói virginal. Um apaixonado, por vezes perdido de amores, por vezes capaz de virar costas às mulheres mais fascinantes. Normalmente (maldade do Pratt!), as mulheres por quem mais se apaixonou morreram nos seus braços. Ler um álbum do Corto é mergulhar realmente, profundamente, num mundo mágico, num realismo fantástico capaz de nos fazer esquecer tudo o resto.

1 de Julho 2006

Hyde Park: Eu estive lá...mais o Roger Waters e o Nick Mason. Concerto: FABULOSO!

"After hinting that he was interested in performing The Dark Side of the Moon live again after the Live 8 performance with Pink Floyd, Roger Waters is staging a worldwide tour performing the album in its entirety, beginning at the Rock In Rio festival on 2 June 2006. The tour features elaborate staging designed by Mark Fisher, the architect of the 1980-81 performances of The Wall, including giant puppets, projectors and a 360° quadraphonic sound system. The performances feature two sets, the first a collection of both solo and Pink Floyd material, and the second Dark Side of the Moon in its entirety, plus encores.

It has been speculated by many that Waters is merely lip syncing the more demanding portions of songs such as "Sheep", "Have a Cigar", and "The Fletcher Memorial Home". He also lip synced on his previous tour, although with less frequency. It has led to much debate in the Pink Floyd community over whether he should just attempt the vocals, no matter how they sound, or whether he is providing a better concert experience." (link)

o set:
Set One

1. In The Flesh
2. Set The Controls For the Heart Of The Sun
3. Shine On You Crazy Diamond
4. Mother
5. Wish You Were Here
6. Have A Cigar
7. The Fletcher Memorial Home
8. Final cut
9. Perfect Sense 1
10. Perfect Sense 2
11. Leaving Beirut
12. Sheep

Set Two

1. Speak to Me
2. Breathe
3. On the Run
4. Time
5. The Great Gig in the Sky
6. Money
7. Us and Them
8. Any Colour You Like
9. Brain Damage
10. Eclipse

Encore

1. The Happiest Days of Our Lives
2. Another Brick In The Wall, Part 2
3. Vera
4. Bring the Boys Back Home

(I'm not sure about the first half)