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atendendo a mais de dois pedidos

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 10:29:53 -0500

atendendo a mais de dois pedidos:

o plano é deixá-lo às moscas, vazio, tipo um símbolo assim de alguma coisa.

falameia: OI GENTEEE HOJE VAMOS GOVERNAR A SUIÇA JUNTINHOS

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 08:00:14 -0500

falameia:

OI GENTEEE HOJE VAMOS GOVERNAR A SUIÇA JUNTINHOS

falameia: OI GENTEEE HOJE VAMOS GOVERNAR A SUIÇA JUNTINHOS

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 07:59:27 -0500

falameia:

OI GENTEEE HOJE VAMOS GOVERNAR A SUIÇA JUNTINHOS

"Apesar de todo o burburinho sobre sua dívida com a receita federal dos EUA, o ator Nicolas Cage..."

Tue, 22 Dec 2009 07:55:21 -0500

“Apesar de todo o burburinho sobre sua dívida com a receita federal dos EUA, o ator Nicolas Cage reapareceu esta semana, durante uma inusitada visita a uma prisão do Quênia, onde alguns piratas somalis esperam julgamento, para ressaltar o problema da pirataria no Oceano Índico.

Durante a visita, emocionados, os presos dançaram para o ator e o cumprimentaram.

Cage, um embaixador da boa vontade sobre drogas e armas da ONU, disse à Agência Associate Press, na terça-feira (17), que queria se reunir com alguns piratas somalis, para ouvir suas histórias e compreender o que está acontecendo.

“Só assim eu poderei entender e falar a respeito, quando voltar aos Estados Unidos, onde falo com diferentes conselhos da ONU e discuto o assunto”, disse.”

são perguntas cruciais

Thu, 17 Dec 2009 08:58:05 -0500

são perguntas cruciais

Acoustic listening devices developed for the Dutch army as part...

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 12:52:32 -0500

Acoustic listening devices developed for the Dutch army as part of air defense
systems research between World Wars 1 and 2.

eu sei que é xkcd e que, portanto, todo mundo já viu. mas (L),...

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 07:16:57 -0500

eu sei que é xkcd e que, portanto, todo mundo já viu. mas (L), me sinto assim todo dia (sem o vocabulário correto).

prostheticknowledge: Earth Sandwich Map Tool - ZeFrank Heard of...

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 13:53:44 -0500

prostheticknowledge:

Earth Sandwich Map Tool - ZeFrank

Heard of an Earth sandwich? It’s when you place 2 pieces of bread on the ground at the exact opposites on the planet, and take a photo.

Here is a tool to work out where you can create one.

Link

Cinemorgue

Mon, 14 Dec 2009 13:53:40 -0500

Cinemorgue:

From time to time, I’ve noticed a couple of questions that come up in movie trivia discussions: “Has so-and-so ever gotten killed in any movies?” and “What’s that movie where what’sisname kills such-and-such?” This site will attempt to answer those questions for most of the so-and-so’s, what’sisnames and such-and-suches. (I’ve even started listing voice-over performances in animated death scenes.)

doença

meu amigo tigre

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 22:48:12 -0500

meu amigo tigre:

oiboanoite:

rafaelm:

(via flogao)

LISTEN TO THIS

queria ter a capa desse livro pra botar em todo livro que leio,...

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 17:25:36 -0500

queria ter a capa desse livro pra botar em todo livro que leio, sempre.

(via cousas)

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 21:01:53 -0500

(via cousas)

textinho massa sobre a sontag

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 08:27:52 -0500

textinho massa sobre a sontag:

I think she was fully conscious of – and took great pride and pleasure in – the erotic spell she exerted over other women. I would be curious to know how men found her in this regard; the few times I saw her with men around, they seemed to relate to her as a kind of intellectually supercharged eunuch. The famed ‘Natalie Wood’ looks of her early years notwithstanding, she seemed uninterested in being an object of heterosexual desire, and males responded accordingly. It was not the same with women – and least of all with her lesbian fans. Among the susceptible, she never lost her sexual majesty. She was quite fabulously butch – perhaps the Butchest One of All. She knew it and basked in it, like a big lady she-cat in the sun.

Landscape painted with tea - Milorad Pavic

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 08:12:04 -0500

eyelessspider:

“It’s all a great misfortune in which we feel like fish in water,” thought the architect manqué, Atanas Svilar, sliding into his fortieth year as though into somebody else’s sweat.

He had studied at the School of Architecture in Belgrade from 1950 to 1956, which is when he learned that his upper lip was responsible for one thing and his lower lip for another: the upper was for the hot, the lower for the sour; he studied mathematics under Professor Radivoye Kashanin and wore a knitted cap with a whistle on top, attended Professor Marinkovich’s lectures on prestressed concrete, and at the same time learned to recognize women who preferred mustaches for dinner. He remained famous for his unusual final senior exam, which created an uproar and left the School divided into two camps. While still a student, he noticed that one of the striking virtues of great writers was their silence on certain important matters. And he applied this to his own profession: here the unused space, equivalent to the unsaid word in a work of literature, had its form, the emptiness had its shape and meaning, just as strikingly and effectively as space filled with buildings. The beauty of the emptiness gave him the inspiration for the beauty of the built part of the structure, and this was evident and reflected in his designs. Preoccupied with the theory of sets, fluid mechanics, and especially the acoustics of closed spaces, he became and remained, in the opinion of those competent to judge, a brilliant expert. He was not a man to fool around with, and it was known that Svilar would carry fire in his mouth across the water, if necessary. His designs for the city’s river belt, based on the premise that a river is always an older settlement than the town on its banks, attracted attention. The windows on his buildings always opened like loopholes, straight from the target to the eye rather than from the building to whatever was there outside, as is usually the case. He believed that humor in architecture was a bit like salt on bread, that there should be a door for every season of the year, a floor for the day and a floor for the night, because at night sound descends faster than it rises; he believed that when building the roof one should not only consider the sun, but also the moonlight, because the only good roof is one under which the egg does not rot. His hair was like straw, his sleep so swift and heavy it could shatter a glass. His left eye was aging faster than his right, and he had to don glasses to finish his project for a singles hotel and his draft of an art gallery, which was proclaimed the least costly design at a regional contest, but was never built. Svilar’s projects simply did not sell. Rolled up in the closets of Svilar’s apartment, or stuffed between double doors, they collected cobweb for years.

Ice Records

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 07:57:38 -0500

Ice Records:

prostheticknowledge:

From Today and Tomorrow:

Katie Paterson recorded the sound of 3 glaciers (Langjökull, Snæfellsjökull and Solheimajökull) on Iceland. She then pressed those recordings on ice record made of melt water from those glaciers. The records were played on 3 turntables and it took almost 2 hours till they were completely melted. You can listen to one here.

found at I’m Revolting

sojamo: On the Bri-n-k Robotic built wall at the GSD, Harvard...

Thu, 10 Dec 2009 07:42:35 -0500

sojamo:

On the Bri-n-k

Robotic built wall at the GSD, Harvard University.

pratanegra: blogauti: melhor trecho da entrevista-jeño de...

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 07:48:32 -0500

pratanegra:

blogauti:

melhor trecho da entrevista-jeño de jorge benjor à TRIP

(via wordofcommand)

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 07:47:43 -0500

(via wordofcommand)

dtybywl: rawdrugraps » Blog Archive » Built Hideous

Tue, 08 Dec 2009 10:40:32 -0500

dtybywl:

rawdrugraps » Blog Archive » Built Hideous

conto novo do dfw

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 21:53:11 -0500

conto novo do dfw:

I was never the sort of child who believed in “monsters under the bed” or vampires, or who needed a night-light in his bedroom; on the contrary, my father (who clearly “enjoyed” me and my eccentricities) once laughingly told my mother that he thought I might suffer from a type of benign psychosis called “antiparanoia,” in which I seemed to believe that I was the object of an intricate universal conspiracy to make me so happy I could hardly stand it.