On my quest to continually improve my blog i came across an issue that disturbed me. It still disturbs me. On an innocuous webpage advertising the "20+ templates for your blog you'll love" i found a link to the 10 Must disturbing deaths. That made me wonder. I realize that i like horror movies and although it sounded cheap it worked well enough for me to click on it. There were strange deaths, accidents, etc. On the upper ranks came the famous Nazi doctors with Mengels on the top row. Nothing strange there, anyone a little bit familiar with the European WWII story has heard about these cruel, heartless people and their deeds.  Strange enough the first place on this dubious list was "awarded" to someone/something i had never heard of... Unit 731. What that hell are you talking about? How come i never heard about these guys? Maybe it was just me. Or maybe it wasn't .. maybe a lot of people never heard about this Unit 731.  (Gore Stuff after the break)

I know i shouldn't ... but from time 2 time i heard this boy steps into a deep hypnotic state that throws him onto mp3 downloading frenzy. When i periodically mess up all my music property and (re)start the arduous task to (re)populate my music players .. a question comes to mind : what now? 

Now Lauryn Hill. Miseducation and MTV live. Remember that night "oh so fresh and  crisp"? I was a young apprentice at a computer firm, in charge of putting a million tapes in order. (what was the order... i still ask today...) Every 30 days? Bo-Ring. Now and then this time was used to find new sounds. New Paths. One beautiful night .. a Monday i believe, there was this CD to download on a forgotten internet web page that i still remember. A cute petite girl from a Hip-Hop mainstream group named Fuggees had release an album recorded live on a MTV Studio somewhere. 7 minutes download later i hit play. A deep meaningful voice comes storming in. Speaking. Whispering. Laughing. Singing. Sharing. That night night the word was S-H-A-R-E. The tapes fell lovingly in place. Found slowly my place. My pace.

What now? It seems Lauryn Hill is in Australia these days. Showing up late on some concerts randomly.

GO AUSSIE GUIDE

Flight Anywhere to London : Easyjet

Fly from London to Brisbane : Air Brunei  (the cheapest)

Sleep in Brisbane : Limes Hotel

Eat in Brisbane : Cloudland

The year was, I've been told, 2005. On a city cornering the Peninsula I'm living in. Iberica. A group of people gathered by language, beliefs and aesthetic got together for a concert. It was Caetano Veloso younger sister. Maria. Bethania. I must say I'm an old dog on this one ... saw her frequently in Portugal. As frequently as her own schedule allowed me. 4 out of 4 presences. With her brother on Expo. Alone at least twice .. and i may adventure another couple of times. I miss going to a show like this once again .. once she enters the well prepared stage, my eyes leave her no more. Today wondering the www i re-found people, blogs and such that reminded me of that faraway night in 2005. The very best end of concert i had in a long long eternal time. I don't know about the others .. or how well informed they were on that particular show ... but i was more than pleasantly surprised with the last encore song "O que é, O que é". On the first chords of the song, groups of equally surprised Brazilian stood up (they had flags), followed closely by this Portuguese boy and the rest of the deeply enchanted music hall. I still feel goosebumps on the thought. Or maybe I'm just having a cool never-ending day @ work.  For you all .. or maybe a selective wonderful few .

MARIA BETHANIA LIVE : "O QUE É , O QUE É"

No pants Subway Ride Barcelona

Improv Everywhere ha lanzado una convocatoria a nivel mundial de su acción "No pants!Subway Ride" Barcelona se suma a esta acción.

REQUISITOS PARA PARTICIPAR:

a) Estar dispuesto a quitarse los pantalones en el metro

b) Llevar ropa interior adecuada al evento. Queremos provocar risas e impacto, no que la gente se ofenda. Así pues quedan prohibidos los tangas, slips ajustados, dibujos o frases inapropiadas en la ropa interior, etc.

c) Mantener una actitud natural al respecto

¿Cuándo?

Domingo 10 de Enero a las 16.00h

¿Dónde?

Boca de metro de Marina (L1), al lado de la churrería.

era uma vez. era uma vez que sempre seria igual a todas as vezes. e por muito igual que sempre fossem todas essas vezes , sempre sempre era uma vez diferente. Mais fria . Mais quente. As pessoas, boas. Os momentos lentos. Cantaria qualquer um dos exitos mais sonantes to sempre afável Dino Meira mas a minha voz , já deixou de sêr quem era. Imigrante com vontade de voltar, Imigrante com sabor a pasteis de nata e noites semi-gloriosas do Benfica. Amanha dia 25 estou aí .. como na minha felicitaçao de natal, num país perto de si.

In the line of European countries that get nowehere, Portuguese always felt a lot like Belgians deep inside. Small country, Small people, Small feelings? In the past we got to the end of the known world .. and now they have the main house in the European Union. I´d say they're better than us. I've heard there are a few diferences between them, In Portugal we also face something like it. The problem is we're too lazy to do anything about it. Unless Spainiards invade us we're ok with our little tiny mini wars between north and south. I don't even think we qualify for having north and south wars .. i allways tought that was reserved for bigger countries like Italy, Korea, Rio Grande or the United States of America. I guess that if you take more than a walking day between 2 of your main cities , that's something that tags along. N/S. I was blessed a long time ago to discover one kind of me. I met a girl one day wich i enjoyed calling the Belgian Me. It wasn't that acurate but had a lot of truth in it .. in the end this person was way better then me .. wich it's something i'm proud of. Not many times you're faced to an alternative version of yourself and you realize it's good .. much better than you. Ingrid , my belgian me. Thank you.


IN COMMOM
They have a little boy that pisses without control on a tiny street ,old Brussels. We have a stone tower in the river Tejo .. that can house a little pissing boy anyday he feels like it. They have chocolate , we love eating it. My soccer team Benfica is called the "Red Devils", Belgium soccer team is called  "Red Devils". In fact both teams should be called "The so-so Spookies" due to their amazingly sad outcome these last decades or so. They have mussels we love clams. They listen to Vaya con Dios, we have Madredeus. Too much? Too little?

Belgium ... love it or leave it.
Portugal ... just leave it.

It's been a while since i last dived .. but the little bug has bitten again last weekend. On some usually lousy channel i usually never reach on my early morning Zapping exercizes i could find an amazing diving show. Stayed there, glued to the tv screen ..getting my eyes filled with deep blue, sharks, whales, turtles and an imense ammount of impossible colors one can find down there. Let me dive again, oh Lord.

Uma das vantagens de ter uma camera pequenina , é que sempre estou preparado para disparar em qualquer direcçao. Nesta foto feita em Bruxelas tive sorte. Gosto muito desta foto e tenho algumas saudades deste par de jarras. A minucia das fodos detalhadas do rapaz e a acutilancia da rapariga.

Gostas desta foto?