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Gordo é triste: só eu pensei em Nhá Benta vendo as nuvens?

Novo nome para o blog

Eu devia mudar logo o nome do blog p'ra algo como "eu assisto a vídeos e os 

divido com amigos". Mas, neh...

O de hoje é mais um p'ra série dos que me fizeram chorar um pouco.

Incrível: até calada ela nos derrete!

"Sings" de Patrick Hughes

Doses diárias

Prescritas pela Dra. Nanda

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Um dos melhores que já vi

A idéia desse clipe, o diálogo... Genial!

E aí, você cresceu um Troy ou um Goonie?

"THE GOONIES SWITCHEROO

Go back into the annals of beloved '80s films, and you'd be hard pressed to find a movie closer to the hearts of thirty-somethings than The Goonies. I'll spare you the synopsis, as you most likely already know it, but if you don't, no need to worry - you've seen 20 other movies like it in its time. The template: nerdy but affable underdog(s) suffer unrelenting ridicule by jocks in varsity letter jackets but ultimately have their comeuppance, usually stealing a smoking hot girlfriend or two in the process.

In the case of The Goonies, a band of awkward, socially outcast kids set off to find a buried treasure, narrowly averting almost certain death and outrunning, among others, a popular high school jock named Troy. Troy is one of the classic cinematic archetypes of the 1980s; the jock. He's good looking, rocks a period-relative badass Mustang convertible, and he's a total prick. All we can do from the moment Troy enters the frame is to wait with baited breath to see Troy lose and the Goonies win.

And in that end, back in 1985 when the underdogs had their day, (and their bag of jewels), and the final credits rolled and we called our parents for a ride home, we realized something fantastic: It's true, we weren't Troy. But for the first time, thanks to The Goonies, we no longer wanted to be Troy. It was okay to be us, thank you very much.

Cut to present day.

What happened to the better part of a generation that once walked out of their local theater rooting for the Mikeys and Chunks and Datas of the world? They've turned into Troys. Troys who can't accept the differences in others and condemn the things they don't understand. Finger-pointing, shit-talking Troys.

Ask yourself: with whom do you identify more these days, Troy or the Goonies? And if you're reading this and you happen to be an Internet shit-talker, could it be because you think I'm Troy? Because honest to God, I've always fancied myself a Goonie; the underdog who toppled over the narrow-minded naysayers and walked away with a treasure.

So maybe this whole thing is one big misunderstanding and it turns out we don't need to go down as a generation remembered as having spent the '00s wearing our asses like hats after all. Maybe it will turn out that we needed a little time to figure out that in the end we're all just a bunch of Goonies."
Texto de John Mayer

Uma música p'ra você, garotinha

Helen Sjoeholm - Gabriellas Sång

Det är nu som livet är mitt

It is now that my life is mine

Jag har fått en stund här på jorden

I’ve got this short time on earth

Och min längtan har fört mig hit

And my longing has brought me here

Det jag saknat och det jag fått

All I lacked and all I gained

Det är ändå vägen jag valt

And yet it’s the way that I chose

Min förtröstan långt bortom orden

My trust was far beyond words
Som har visat en liten bit

That has shown me a little bit

Av den himmel jag aldrig nått

Of the heaven I’ve never found

Jag vill känna att jag lever

I want to feel I’m alive

All den tid jag har

All my living days

Ska jag leva som jag vill

I will live as I desire

Jag vill känna att jag lever

I want to feel I’m alive

Veta att jag räcker till

Knowing I was good enough

Jag har aldrig glömt vem jag var

I have never lost who I was

Jag har bara låtit det sova

I have only left it sleeping

Kanske hade jag inget val

Maybe I never had a choice

Bara viljan att finnas kvar

Just the will to stay alive

Jag vill leva lycklig

All I want is to be happy

För att jag är jag

Being who I am

Kunna vara stark och fri

To be strong and to be free

Se hur natten går mot dag

To see day arise from night

Jag är här och mitt liv är bara mitt

I am here and my life is only mine

Och den himmel jag trodde fanns

And the heaven I thought was there

Ska jag hitta där nånstans

I’ll discover it there somewhere

Jag vill känna att jag levt mitt liv

I want to feel that I’ve lived my life

Sabadão gostoso...

Dois mil e seis. Fevereiro. Dezoito. Sábado. Que beleza!

Uma daquelas noites em que "vanish into oblivion it's easy to do". So easy! Talvez eu devesse recorrer a Johnny Walker Red também.

Vanishing into oblivion...

Ainda assim, estou empolgada. Na próxima quinta-feira embarco em busca de minha sanidade, em busca de mim mesma. Sempre que perco a direção e me esqueço pelo caminho, sei bem onde me reencontrar. É p'ra lá que estou indo!

Ansiedade. Quero tanto fazer desses dias os melhores que vocês poderão ter ao meu lado que acho que p'ra isso terei que saber falar sobre óperas de Verdi, aprender a sapatear, imitar o Pato Donald e comer 15 cachorrões em dois minutos!

Ahá, já viram o que NÃO farei com vocês, né? Viram, não será tão ruim assim.

...

Deus existe! Dias após escrever aquela bobagem de "SAC divino", encontrei uma música por acaso: John Mayer cantando "Lover, You Should Have Come Over". John Mayer cantando Jeff Buckley num show! O mais interessante é que ele diz que tinha prometido a si mesmo nunca fazer isso. Maior prova que essa só se eu estivesse nesse show. Taí, coisa que nunca vai acontecer, né?

Mick Jagger, seu namorado Keith Richards e os outros dois divertem milhões. John me chama, a gravidade me puxa p'ra baixo. Tento me segurar com o máximo de força possível com meus braços envolta de seu pescoço. Ah, gravidade, leave me be!

Já nem sei se ainda estou escorregando ou se já me acostumei a essa sensação.

Ana Carolina, já disse p'ra você só assistir "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind" quando estiver bem!