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I love mankind; it's people I can't stand.
Charles M. Schulz

 

maio 29, 2008

 

NextRev

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Congresso internacional de inovação Social.

A começar hoje.

Um tema que parece intersectar-se com o livro "The Wealth of Networks: How Social Production Transforms Markets and Freedom".  A inovação social, através da emergência de redes de produção que 'transgridem' as actuais regras da cadeia de valor em que assenta a economia como a conhecemos hoje, pela simples mudança dos seus objectivos principais . Tenho-o aqui, á espera do meu tempo.

Ciclo sobre produção social via redes. (IEA) USP.br >>.

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maio 21, 2008

 

Válido antes de...

Não lembro do que lembrei, da última vez que li um prazo de validade numa embalagem.

Agora imaginem quando a data é uma que queremos esquecer ou então uma que não queremos que chegue, e então temos no frigorífico um lote de de iogurtes exactamente com essa validade! É tramado mas... temos de comer aqueles iogurtes todos!

Isto dos prazos nas embalagens é uma ciência que nem a Maya entende!

Mas nunca falha. Por duas razões: Aquele dia vai mesmo chegar, não há nada a fazer. E, ou comemos o iogurte ou lá o que estiver na embalagem, ou então é certo que a mesma só tem um destino...

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A conjuntura ganha contornos palpáveis quando em cada dia que passa, e mais mergulhamos nela, mais nos vemos forçados a aceitar diligentemente, como uma bênção ovina, tudo aquilo que até então nos bastávamos a manter num recanto miserável do nosso consciente diário.

Outras situações se confundem com a conjuntura, nas sua expressão jusante: o desespero.

Por exemplo, agora estou a ver uma Moldava a cantar em lingua inglesa no concurso da Eurovisão. Mas alguém ainda vê o concurso da Eurovisão? E já agora , dou aqui a minha canção vencedora: a Bélgica. O vestido da cantora, assim num estilo lolipop, e sabendo como anda o meu dente para guloseimas, é tortura... Douze Pointes! E daí o Azerbeijão também apresenta a concurso uma canção em inglês, em vez daquelas canções com aqueles títulos indecifráveis como 'nzdra njim zagov' (por exemplo, e assim ao calhas). Mas o Azerbeijão pertence á Eurovisão? Já não percebo nada... Não interessa, daqui a 10 anos está a ultrapassar o PIB português, ou então uma outra estatística qualquer.

Outra situação, hoje, na noite acabada de cair, deparo com um 'jovem' já todo equipado para o Euro 2008 com a camisola 17... Já em casa no ticker da SIC Noticias, leio que a camisola do tal jogador mudou para o número 7!

É que é demasiado fácil para as minhas maquinações conspirativas: Será que o Scolari tem alguma coisa a ver com esta mudança do número das camisolas? Assim metia uns troquinhos ao bolso, do fabricante das camisolas.Sei lá!

Está bem, o rapaz só tem de  pegar na camisola e apagar o '1'. Mas foi como quem atirasse uma seta certeira ao meu centro de riso compulsivo.

A Maldita da conjuntura!

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maio 17, 2008

 

Small

If I remember the night that we met.

Tasted a wine that i'll never forget.

 

Portishead o regresso, onze anos depois. E sempre.

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maio 16, 2008

 

Afeganistão - Hidden Treasures

Não fazia a minima ideia. Só de pensar no tremendo espólio que este país perdeu em sucessivas guerras, nas caprichosas volatilidades da História, é assustador.

 

Imagens da Exposição 

 

My favorites (os brincos)

 

Saving Afghanistan's Art

The Taliban's dynamiting of the giant Buddhas of Bamiyan in March 2001 was only the most dramatic expression of their mission to obliterate all "idolatrous" images from Afghanistan's pre-Islamic past. They also destroyed 2,500 other cultural artifacts from Kabul's National Museum of Afghanistan, many of them priceless. But thanks to the heroic efforts of curators, they didn't get it all. Hidden Afghanistan, a traveling exhibit that recently opened in Amsterdam's Nieuwe Kerk (New Church), gives a tantalizing glimpse of Afghanistan's stunningly diverse cultural legacy, and tells an engrossing tale about how these remnants of it were saved. In May the exhibition will go to Washington to start a 17-month tour of the U.S.

 

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Hidden Afghanistan

A gallery of objects from a traveling exhibit which gives a glimpse of Afghanistan's stunningly diverse cultural legacy. In May 2008 the exhibition will go to Washington to start a 17-month tour of the U.S.

Dangers Up Ahead

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The Man of Small Things

In 1975, when he was 34 years old and had been showing in galleries for about a decade, Richard Tut...

An Inside Look at Hamid Karzai’s Rising Woes

Hamid Karzai is a hard man to see. Even for those who gain access to the Presidential Palace in Kabu...

The Reality of Civil War

While supposedly waging a war on terrorism, in reality the U.S. today finds itself embroiled in mult...

 

"The message of this exhibit is that Afghanistan is not only a country of war, destruction and terrorism, but of life, culture and art," said Omar Sultan, Afghanistan's Deputy Minister of Information and Culture, at the exhibition's opening. "We have a cultural heritage that belongs not only to Afghanistan, but to the world."

That's partly because the world has so often come to Afghanistan. Located on the trade routes between East and West, the country has always been at a crossroads of civilizations. The Silk Road provided a vector for Buddhism to come from the east, while Hellenistic and even Egyptian influences flowed the other way. Alexander the Great's eastward conquest essentially ended there in the 4th century B.C., and Chinese pilgrim Xuanzang passed through in the 7th century A.D. on his quest for Buddhist texts. "Amsterdam, Berlin and London today are the Afghanistan of 2,000 years ago," says Khalid Siddiqi, a former Afghan refugee who is on the advisory committee for the exhibit. "It was a crucible of different cultures that came together and melded, showing the enrichment — not impoverishment — of different cultures."

The Amsterdam exhibition presents 250 objects from four archaeological sites — Tepe Fullol, Ai Khanum, Tillya-tepe, and Begram — dating back as far as 4,000 years ago. It includes gold and silver vases from the Bactrian Bronze Age; a Greek limestone pillar and sundials from the 2nd century BC; Indian-related ivory figures and furniture from the 1st century AD; and a spectacular gold collection from Tillya-Tepe that includes bracelets, hearts, a crown, and even a pair of golden shoe soles meant to convey an aristocrat's disinclination for walking.

But just as Afghanistan's geography invited cultural influence, so too did it draw a sequence of invasion and conquest that has put the country's heritage in constant peril. The Taliban's destruction of art was the culmination of years of catastrophe visited on the National Museum, and the extraordinary story of how the surviving art got here is as much part of the exhibit as the art itself.

The National Museum first opened its doors in 1922, and by the time the Soviets Union invaded in 1979, it had some 100,000 objects on display. But many of its treasures were plundered in the course of the ensuing war against the Soviet invaders, which left two million dead. In the years following the Soviet Army's withdrawal in 1989, what remained of the museum's collection survived further looting, a direct rocket attack, fire, a collapsed roof and resulting snow damage. The victorious Taliban had every interest in completing the destruction.

That anything is left at all is in large part due to the efforts of museum director Omar Khan Massoudi, his staff, and a small group of concerned archeologists and politicians. In 1988, they secretly moved the highlights of the collection to a vault in the Central Bank at the presidential palace. Massoudi, who risked his life to preserve his country's cultural heritage, was one of seven men who had keys to the vault. All seven keys were needed to open it, so by spreading them around and keeping their locations secret (in case of death, a key reverted to the keeper's eldest son), they were able to preserve the treasures.

"During the civil war these people knew about the transfer of these pieces and never gave any information to anybody," says a modest Massoudi. "In this case we keep this like a separate memory during the war, especially during the civil war and even during the Taliban� At that time I remember most of the Afghan and foreign journalists asking about these treasures. 'Where is it? Is it looted or is it here? Is it safe or not?'"

It wasn't until 2003, more than a year after the overthrow of the Taliban, that the Afghan government confirmed the existence of the treasures and restoration work began. Less than one-quarter of the museum's original collection survived. Afghanistan is still deemed too unstable for the art to go home, and the museum itself remains badly damaged. So currently this traveling exhibit is the only way Afghans can see the museum's collection. Curators hope the exhibit will go home in the not too distant future, but for now, it will continue making its rounds abroad: it was in Paris and Turin before Amsterdam, and after Washington will travel to New York, San Franciso and Houston. The exhibit's catalogue, though, has been translated into the Afghan languages Dari and Pashtu and will be distributed to every school in the country. Deputy Minister Sultan has no doubts about the future of his country's art. "If they were able to save it at that time," he says with a smile, thinking back, "I promise you we can save it for as long as we are alive."

 

maio 06, 2008

 

Met-áfora

Ver-te assim naquela foto... Vi mais que a metáfora. O que recusas ver nestes dias. Não desesperes, no meio de tanto material reciclável, és  a que tem maior capacidade de se reciclar!

A decadência veste-se de muitas formas, entre elas o desencanto. E pode ser um bom começo: o da reconstrução. em causa própria. Porque não? Os outros que se f........ . Onde têm estado? Souberam fazer das suas com com as coisas que este tempo todo guardámos como valiosas.

No meio de atropelos e  azelhices ao volante, só consigo tentar fazer-te rir, nestas alturas.

És uma mulher linda,em tantos aspectos, que demasiadas vezes reconheces a beleza nos outros e no mundo á tua volta, antes de reconhecê-la em ti. Chega.

Que comece o Luto! A Luta , essa, é logo a seguir.

 

Um Beijo GRANDE.

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maio 03, 2008

 

o (des)papel da educação na criação