maristu: (cook tired)
Because I don't seem to be able to fall asleep, here's a quote:

"As for music, after it's played, where does it go? The only concrete thing about music is the instrument. Behind all my thoughts, there's a musical background." --Clarice Lispector, brazilian poet (translation by me).

"Musical Background" ("Fundo Musical" in portuguese) is actually the name of the blog I write in portuguese.

Sunscreen

Oct. 28th, 2005 03:43 pm
maristu: (memory)
This was a commercial made by a publicity agency called DM9/DDB. It's based on a speech given to a graduation class (don't ask me what school, I have no idea). The narration and the song is taken from a clip made by Baz Luhrmann (director of Romeo + Juliet and Moulin Rouge). I've watched that clip, but I think this one's more interesting. I especially like the clips used in the very end, the couple kissing in the rain. Plus the little kid in the bathing suit, she's so cute! Heh. So anyway, here it is. Enjoy.

Wear Sunscreen

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '99.

Wear Sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday. Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year- olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody's else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but in your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths. Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

by Mary Schmich
maristu: (euphoria)
Another song translation... I heard this one today and it just fit me so well. Except for the part about smiling too little. I smile a lot *g*

Colorful and Beautiful
by Pedro Mariano

Dreams too much and doesn't live
Thinks too much and doesn't speak
Keeps too much and doesn't fit
Suffers too much and doesn't scream

Loves too much and doesn't sleep
Cries too much and doesn't change
Supposes too much and doesn't know
Changes too much and doesn't enjoy

Smiles too little and frightens
So unfair
She should open the window
Life is colorful and beautiful

Walks too much and doesn't stop
Runs too much and doesn't arrive
Feels too much and doesn't love
Likes too much and doesn't leave

Gives too much and doesn't ask
Fights too much and doesn't win
Exchanges too much and doesn't fit
Sleeps too much and doesn't dream

Smiles too little and frightens
So unfair
She should open the window
Life is colorful and beautiful

Meme

Sep. 22nd, 2005 05:42 pm
maristu: (audience)
When you see this on your flist, quote some Shakespeare.

"Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt."

-- Measure for Measure, Act I scene 4 (Lucio)
maristu: (Default)
This is a poem by Oswaldo Montenegro, which is one of my favorite brazilian composers. He speaks straight to my heart, and always manages to say just what I feel. Thought I'd share. Crappy translation by me.

Half
Oswaldo Montenegro

May the strength of my fear not stop me from seeing what I desire
May the death of all that I believe in not shut my ears and my mouth
Because half of me is what I shout, and the other half is silence

May the music I hear from afar be beautiful even when sad
May the woman I love be forever loved, even if distant
Because half of me is departure, the other half is longing

May the words I speak not be heard as prayer, or repeated with fervor
But only respected, as the only thing left to a man flooded with feelings
Because half of me is what I hear, and the other half is what I silence

May my desire of leaving become the calmness and the peace that I deserve
May this tension that corrodes me inside be someday rewarded
Because half of me thinks, and the other half is a volcano

May the fear of loneliness leave me, and living with myself become at least bearable
May the mirror reflect in my face the sweet smile I remember having in my childhood
Because half of me is the memory of who I was, the other half I don't know

May I not need more than a simple joy to make my spirit quiet
And may your silence speak to me more each day
Because half of me is shelter, and the other half is tired

May art point us a direction, even when it doesn't know
And may no one try to complicate it, for it needs simplicity to flourish
Because half of me is the audience, and the other half is the song

And may my madness be forgiven
Because half of me is love, and the other half... also.
maristu: (Default)
Ok, this is something that's been bugging me for a while. I'm trying to find out where the expression "Be afraid, be very afraid." comes from, and I just CAN'T FIND IT. Google gives me like 27.000 hits and most of them are of sites who use the expression. So... Where the heck is it from? A movie? A book? Some show? WHAT????

Help please.

Thanks.
maristu: (Default)
I've just spent the past hour downloading a video from the internet. It's huge (73MB, MPEG format), but soooo worth it. It's an institutional marketing piece made by a brazilian marketing company called DM9DDB. The voice-over's all in english, with portuguese subtitles. I'd love to put it up somewhere, but I don't have the web space anymore. If you'd like to download it, just search for "Sunscreen" and "Baz Luhrmann" on Kazaa (no, Baz Luhrmann has nothing whatsoever to do with the movie, it's just that they play "Everybody's Free", which is in the Romeo + Juliet soundtrack. Go figure.)

Here's the voice-over text:

Wear Sunscreen
by Mary Schmich

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97.

Wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.

Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in twenty years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.

You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. the real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time with jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you recieve. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.
maristu: (Default)
An English professor wrote the words on the blackboard and directed the students to punctuate it correctly:

"A woman without her man is nothing"

The men wrote: "A woman, without her man, is nothing."
The women wrote: "A woman: without her, man is nothing."
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"A film is - or should be - more like music than like fiction. It should be a progression of moods and feelings. The theme, what's behind the emotion, the meaning, all that comes later." --Stanley Kubrick

Maybe this is why songvids seem so right to me...

The Stream

Jun. 12th, 2003 06:06 pm
maristu: (Default)
The Stream

I am a mountain stream.
What you see is clear and shallow
with the occasional waterfall,
just for texture.
You think you can cross me
without ever getting your knees wet
By stepping on my soundest flooring.
You think I am passive,
and I am, where you have found me.
But you have not come down the mountain
with me and you don't know
how deep I am
or what life teems beneath my surface
or when your next step
will be the price you pay
for your misjudgments.

This was written by Veronica A. Shoffstall. I've posted another of her poems here a while ago. I just found her page with many other poems here. She's lovely. That is all.

Change

May. 13th, 2003 11:12 am
maristu: (Default)
Change, but start slowly, because direction is more important than speed.
Sit on another chair, on the other side of the table.
Later, change tables.
When you go out, try walking on the other side of the street. Later, change your way, walk through other streets, calmly, observing attentively the places you pass.
Take another bus. Change your clothes style for a while. Give away your old shoes. Try walking barefoot for a few days. Take an entire afternoon off to walk freely on the beach or in the park and listen to birds singing.
See the world from different perspectives. Open and close drawers with your left hand. Sleep on the other side of the bed... later, try sleeping in other beds.
Watch other TV shows, buy other newspapers... read other books. Don't make habit a life style! Love novelty. Sleep later. Sleep earlier.
Learn a new word each day in another language. Correct your posture. Eat a little bit less, choose different foods, new flavors, new colors, new delicacies.
Try the new every day. The new side, the new method, the new taste, the new way, the new pleasure, the new love, the new life. Try.
Search for new friends, try new loves, make new relationships. Have lunch in different places, go to other restaurants, drink different beverages, buy bread in another bakery. Have lunch earlier, have dinner later, or vice-versa. Choose another market... another soap, another toothpaste... take a shower in different times.
Use different colored pens. Go walk in different places. Love a lot, more and more, in different ways. Change your purse, your wallet, your suitcase, change your car, buy new glasses, write different poetry. Throw away your old watches, delicately break those horrible alarm clocks.
Open an account in another bank. Go to other movies, other hairdressers, other theaters, visit other museums. CHANGE.
Remember that you have only one life. And seriously consider getting another job, another occupation, a lighter work, more pleasent, more dignified, more humane. If you don't find reasons to be free, invent them. Be creative. Take a trip for no reason. Try new things. Change again, and again. Try again.
You'll certainly get to know things both better and worse than the ones you already knew, but that's not the point. The most important thing is change, movement, dynamic, energy. I repeat out of sheer joy of living: salvation comes through risk, without which life isn't worth it.

Clarice Linspector
(sucky translation by me)

Whoosh!

Mar. 25th, 2003 06:12 pm
maristu: (bite me)
I have a new appreciation of web designers. Seriously. I *bow* to y'all. This stuff is incredibly hard. Not just the design part (although I spent the entire *day* trying to figure out a good color scheme for this damn coffee site that we're making as a demo), but also the technical part. Modesty aside, I'm quite well versed in programming languages. I've programmed in Assembly, Clipper, Cobol, C, C++, Visual Basic, Visual C++, Java. After the first three, they're all pretty much the same. Get yourself a nice reference card and you're all set to go.

And I *still* find myself stumped with HTML. Not the language, of course, that's pretty easy. The hard part is figuring out *how* people work with this not-very-friendly language to make such amazing things. For example, I thought that, to put a 1 pixel border on frames, you'd simply set the border style to solid and the border width to 1px.

Doesn't work.

Gah.

And that's just the beginning. Drop-down menus, forms, keeping straight what's ASP and what's JavaScript and what's HTML... So. Damn. Hard.

Deadline's tomorrow. Reminds me of a quote I like:

"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by." -- Douglas Adams.
maristu: (Default)
Just finished reading "Leaves of Grass" for the first time. It's a tough read, and a big part of it I didn't like much. But he does have to ability of putting into words so much I've felt...

"Apart from the pulling and hauling stands what I am,
Stands amused, complacent, compassionating, idle, unitary,
Looks down, is erect, bends an arm on an impalpable certain rest,
Looks with its sidecurved head curious at what will come next,
Both in and out of the game, and watching and wondering at it."

"All goes onward and outward... and nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what anyone supposed, and luckier."

"Do I contradict myself?
Very well... I contradict myself;
I am large... I contain multitudes."

And my personal favorite:

"I too am not a bit tame... I too am untranslatable;
I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world."

I wanted to make a series of LJ icons with quotes by Walt Whitman, but they're too long... How much text fits comfortably into a 100x100 square?
maristu: (Default)

  1. They're as jaded as I sometimes feel:
    "I have squandered my resistence
    For a pocketful of mumbles
    Such are promises
    All lies and jest
    Still a man hears what he wants to hear
    And disregards the rest."

    -- The Boxer

  2. They give me solutions to my problems:
    "Laugh about it, shout about it
    When you've got to choose
    Any way you look at this you lose."

    -- Mrs. Robinson

  3. They teach me not to give up:
    "In the clearing stands a boxer
    And a fighter by his trade
    And he carries the reminder
    Of every glove that laid him down
    Or cut him till he cried out
    In his anger and his shame
    'I am leaving, I am leaving'
    But the fighter still remains."

    -- The Boxer

  4. They doubt themselves:
    "But all my words come back to me
    In shades of mediocrity
    Like emptiness in harmony
    I need someone to comfort me."

    -- Homeward Bound

  5. They know how I feel:
    "'Kathy, I'm lost', I said
    Though I knew she was sleeping
    'I'm empty and aching
    And I don't know why.'"

    -- America

  6. They say exactly what I have on my mind:
    "And so you see I have come to doubt
    All that I once held as true
    I stand alone without beliefs
    The only truth I know is you."

    -- Kathy's Song

  7. They make me all nostalgic:
    "Time it was, and what a time it was, it was
    A time of innocence, a time of confidences
    Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
    Preserve your memories; they're all that's left you."

    -- Bookends

  8. They make me laugh at other people's disasters:
    "Making love in the afternoon
    With Cecilia up in my bedroom
    I got up to wash my face
    When I come back to bed
    Someone's taken my place."

    -- Cecilia

  9. And then, after breaking my heart in a million pieces, they make me happy :)
    "I got no deeds to do
    No promises to keep
    I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
    Let the morningtime drop all it's petals on me
    Life I love you, all is groovy."

    -- The 59th Street Bridge Song

Huh?

Mar. 17th, 2003 05:54 pm
maristu: (Default)
I ran across a t-shirt today that said:

"You can make me go to school, but you can't make me think."

Huh. Well. If *that's* what today's youth is proud of, then I'm most definitely scared for the future of the world...

A poem...

Nov. 28th, 2002 11:55 am
maristu: (galadriel)
After reading today's [livejournal.com profile] calvinandhobbes strip, this poem came to mind...

O Me! O Life!
by Walt Whitman

O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless - of cities fill'd with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light - of the objects mean - of the struggle ever renew'd;
Of the poor results of all - of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest - with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring - What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.


That you are here - that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.

~*~


Happy Thanksgiving, to everyone who celebrates it :) We don't of course, so today's just plain old Thursday. And now I'm off to lunch!
maristu: (eowyn)
For all my on-line friends... For some reason, this poem always helped me when I was down. It doesn't necessarily make me happy, but... I don't know, it just helps.

After a While
by Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while, you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And presents aren't promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes ahead
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads
On today, because tomorrow's ground
Is too uncertain for plans and futures have
A way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine
Burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate
Your soul instead of waiting
For someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth.
And you learn and learn...
with every goodbye you learn.

Burn-out

Nov. 7th, 2002 12:08 am
maristu: (bite me)
Watched the premiere of "Birds of Prey" today. The new seasons are just starting this week here in the Latin American WB. They spelled it "Birds of Pray". Gah. Oh well.

I liked it ok. Nothing fantastic so far, although I totally love Huntress :) But, you know, I miss Batman. I like Batman. Why'd he have to leave Gotham? *pout*

~*~

I have vidding burn-out. Which was bound to happen, I guess, after trying to cram four vids in 2 weeks *sigh* Nothing that a month or so away from my computer shouldn't fix :)

Anyway, I spent the day listening to music. Just, you know, listening. Not thinking about it, just enjoying. And damn, that is so good. I love music. It's like food for the soul (which is corny, but totally true).

Gorecki

If I should die this very moment, I wouldn't fear
For I've never known completeness like being here
Wrapped in the warmth of you, loving every breath of you
Still my heart this moment or it might burst
Could we stay right here til the end of time, til the earth stops turning
Gonna love you til the seas run dry
I've found the one I've waited for

All this time I've loved you and never known your face
All this time I've missed you and searched this human race
Here is true peace, here my heart knows calm
Safe in your soul, bathed in your sighs
Wanna stay right here til the end of time, til the earth stops turning
Gonna love you til the seas run dry
I've found the one I've waited for
The one I've waited for

All I've known, all I've done, all I've felt was leading to this
All I've known, all I've done, all I've felt was leading to this
Wanna stay right here til the end of time, til the earth stops turning
Gonna love you til the seas run dry
I've found the one I've waited for
The one I've waited for
maristu: (evil)
Wow. I just updated my site. It now has a recs page, which hopefully will be updated more frequently than my journal was :P

While I was going through the vids I have saved in my HD, I ran across [livejournal.com profile] bonibaru's Inside Out, a Lex/Lionel vid. So I watched it again. And was awed. Again. So yeah, it's old, but go watch it. Again. Because it's really good :)

Also, I added a page for Goss's vid (Bad to the Bone). I feel so happy when I get things done :)
~*~

On other news, the fannish gods conspired to make this weekend high on fannish viewings (or something like that). First off, for some reason hubby decided to watch the Cartoon Network on Sunday, and it was showing the Justice League. Heh. So much better than the old version... Very cool episode. I've come to two conclusions: 1) Batman is definitely my favorite hero ever (unless you count Graphic Novels, in which case I'd go with Rorschach (Watchmen) or V (V for Vendetta). I like them bitter and slightly crazy *g*); and 2) Joker is my favorite villain. I just adore his sense of humor. Remind me what I'm doing again watching Smallville? ;)

And then, just to top things off, we flipped over to TNT and the movie they were showing was... Superman! Yup. Amazing. We couldn't have pulled it off if we'd planned for it, definitely. I hadn't watched that in *years*. And I have to say, I almost gave up, because the first hour is just so damn boring. No, really. Jor-el. Krypton. Young!Clark. *Yawn*.

But... Christopher Reeve as Clark Kent! So cool! So dorky! So like Tom Welling in many respects! And, as Superman, so sarcastic and fun! Yup, love him. Always.

"Some people can read War and Peace and come away thinking it's a simple adventure story. Others can read the ingredients on a chewing gum wrapper and unlock the secrets of the universe." -Lex Luthor, "Superman"

So, I guess that's what we do around here with meta discussions, huh? Read the ingredients on a chewing gum wrapper and try to unlock the secrets of the universe? Sounds good to me *g*
~*~

Hehehe. Just watched the season premiere again, with my husband. And really? I liked it a lot. Plot holes aside, it was pretty darn good. Hubby thought so too...

[Scene where Lionel holds Lex's hand and tells him that he loves him, or almost]
Hubby: Wow. Look at that. He's actually showing affection. I didn't think that was possible...
[Lionel then procedes to tell Lex that he's blind, and that he should have left him to die]
Hubby: Uh, I take that back...

*g*
maristu: (evil)
...well, I don't exactly have a home per se at the moment, since I'm in the middle of the move, but still, it's good to be back at my computer. Where I can VID!

Yes, I'm going crazy trying to cram at least four vids in the next week (three b'day vids, one personal project). But heh, I'm having fun, so no harm in that, right? Hopefully I'll get all the b'day vids done in time.

So, I was listening to my broadway musical CD ("The Only Broadway CD You'll Ever Need". Hah!) and I ran into this beautiful song that I'd totally forgotten about:

The Impossible Dream

To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go

To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star

This is my quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To fight for the right without question or pause
To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause

And I know if I only stay true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will be peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable stars


This is from "Man of La Mancha", the Broadway version of Don Quixote (which is a great book, BTW).

It is *so* going to turn into a Clark vid. Really. As soon as I have the time. Blame [livejournal.com profile] bonibaru for luring me into the dark side of broadway musicals :-P

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