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Viagem à procura de Mim

Depois de estar Fora de Mim, tive de ir à procura de Mim :) Os livros não estão relacionados, mas são os dois belíssimos. 

Após o súbito divórcio dos pais, Mim Malone é arrastada da sua casa no norte dos EUA para o desolado sul, no Mississípi, onde passa a morar com o pai e a madrasta. Como se não bastasse estar a dar-se mal com a mudança, ainda descobre que a mãe está doente e pode precisar da sua ajuda.

É então que decide fugir de casa e embarcar numa viagem de mais de 1500 quilómetros, de regresso à sua terra natal e à presença apaziguadora da mãe. Mas o caminho está repleto de perigos e de amizades inesperadas.

Para se reencontrar, Mim vai ter de enfrentar demónios pessoais, pôr em causa as suas verdades e pisar as fronteiras da normalidade.

Tradução minha para a TopSeller

Fora de Mim - Out of My Mind

Ninguém escreve como a professora Sharon M. Draper

 

Melody tem onze anos e uma memória fotográfica. O seu cérebro é como uma câmara de filmar que está sempre ligada. SEMPRE. Não existe forma de o parar. Ela é a rapariga mais inteligente da sua escola, mas ninguém imagina que isso possa sequer ser possível.

A maioria das pessoas, incluindo os seus professores e médicos, não acredita que Melody seja capaz de aprender, e os seus dias são passados a ouvir as mesmas canções da pré-escola, uma e outra vez. Se ao menos ela conseguisse falar, dizer às pessoas o que pensa e o que sabe. Mas não consegue. Não consegue falar. Não consegue andar. Não consegue escrever.

Estar presa dentro do seu corpo é cada vez mais difícil de suportar. Mas tudo está prestes a mudar com a descoberta de algo que a pode ajudar finalmente a comunicar com as suas próprias palavras. Só que nem todos à sua volta parecem estar prontos para a ouvir.

Um livro extraordinário e que nos faz ver o mundo com outros olhos.

Tradução minha para a Booksmile :)

Save a Prayer

The Experimenters by Blank on Blank: Jane Goodall

Blank on Blank: Famous Names, Lost Interviews, Animated Shorts


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Slava's Snow Show

We did it!
It's been almost 15 years since we watched this work of wonder - twice, in my case.
Now we managed to take the kids and they absolutely loved it.

European Occupational Surnames - alas, not my own

I made it with Cartopy, Shapely, and Natural Earth data. The surnames are taken mainly from the appropriate Wikipedia page. Redditors provided data for Sweden, Norway, Lithuania, Latvia, Bulgaria, Macedonia, Serbia, Montenegro, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Turkey, and Catalonia (Ferrer = Smith), as well as corrected my mistakes in Ukraine and Austria. I sincerely appreciate their help. Click on the links to see relevant comments.

This is a quick hack, not serious research. The map takes into account countries rather than ethnic or cultural areas (update as of October 1, 2015: now the maps of Spain and Serbia include the most frequent Catalan and Kosovar occupational surnames, respectively). The methodology is simplistic: I always picked the most frequent occupational surname even though Wikipedia aptly notices that in the Netherlands the set of {Smit, Smits, Smid, de Smit, Smet, Smith} outnumbers both {Visser, Visscher, Vissers, de Visser} and {Bakker, Bekker, de Bakker, Backer}. Similarly, redditors commented that {Schmidt, Schmitt, Schmitz, Schmid} outnumber {Meier, Meyer, Maier, Mayer} and {Müller} in Germany, {Maier, Mair, Mayer} outnumber {Huber} in Austria, {Seppälä, Seppänen} outnumber {Kinnunen} in Finland, and {Herrero, Herrera, Ferrer} outnumber {Molina} in Spain. I learned that occupational surnames are alien to Nordic countries so Möller and Møller are relatively rare imports in Sweden and Norway, that Molina and Ferreira are “second-order occupational surnames” as they derive from places rather than from professions, and that surnames in Turkey are so recent invention that Avcı probably was not a real occupation.

In case this is not obvious, the political boundaries and the disappearance of the smallest countries on the map are is not my fault.

 Marcin Ciura's blog

The Lost Boy - Greg Holden

About a boy taken from Somalia to escape genocide, who never sees mom and dad again.
About Opie. You got this.

Dr. Thompson on Books

“I don’t advocate drugs and whiskey and violence and rock and roll, but they’ve always been good to me.”

The quip above, written by Hunter S. Thompson for Playboy shortly before his death in 2005, captures what many readers best knew him for and still remember. Beginning with the publication of Hell’s Angels in 1966, rising with “The Kentucky Derby is Decadent and Depraved” in 1970 and reaching its zenith in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, the second part of which was published by Rolling Stone 43 years ago this month, Thompson forged a lasting persona for himself as an outlaw journalist. It was astonishingly successful — his books, film adaptations and general cultural influence are all testaments to that — but it came largely at the expense of his first love: novel-writing.

Although readers today associate Thompson most with his drug-and-booze-fueled antics, he was in fact a committed literary stylist, especially early on. As a child growing up in Louisville in the ‘50s, he would type out his favorite novels, particularly The Great Gatsby and The Sun Also Rises, over and over again to get a feel for the words. This aspiration, melded with his initially frustrated writing career, made Thompson a harsh literary critic, if not a bit of a dick. An example:

“I have tonight begun reading a stupid, shitty book by Kerouac called Big Sur, and I would give a ball to wake up tomorrow on some empty ridge with a herd of beatniks grazing in the clearing about 200 yards below the house. And then to squat with the big boomer and feel it on my shoulder with the smell of grease and powder and, later, a little blood.”

That comes from a letter by Thompson to a friend in 1962. Throughout his personal correspondence (published during his lifetime in two volumes,) Thompson digs into contemporary writers and classics with his trademark venom, but he also occasionally recommends a book to an acquaintance — and then he gushes.

These are a few of the reads Thompson recommended before Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, before he had become an outlaw journalist, back when he was just a desperate Southern gentleman:

Down and Out in Paris and London by George Orwell

To Knopf Editor Angus Cameron:

“Fiction is a bridge to the truth that journalism can’t reach. Facts are lies when they’re added up, and the only kind of journalism I can pay much attention to is something like Down and Out in Paris and London. …But in order to write that kind of punch-out stuff you have to add up the facts in your own fuzzy way, and to hell with the hired swine who use adding machines.”

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

To high school friend Joe Bell:

“To say what I thought of The Fountainhead would take me more pages than I like to think I’d stoop to boring someone with. I think it’s enough to say that I think it’s everything you said it was and more. Naturally, I intend to read Atlas Shrugged. If it’s half as good as Rand’s first effort, I won’t be disappointed.”

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

To Knopf Editor Angus Cameron:

“If history professors in this country had any sense they would tout the book as a capsule cram course in the American Dream. I think it is the most American novel ever written. I remember coming across it in a bookstore in Rio de Janeiro; the title in Portuguese was O Grande Gatsby, and it was a fantastic thing to read it in that weird language and know that futility of the translation. If Fitzgerald had been a Brazilian he’d have had that country dancing to words instead of music.”

The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby by Tom Wolfe

To the author, Wolfe:

“I owe the National Observer in Washington a bit of money for stories paid and never written while I was working for them out here, and the way we decided I’d work it off was book reviews, of my own choosing. Yours was one; they sent it to me and I wrote this review, which they won’t print. I called the editor (the kulture [SIC] editor) the other day from the middle of a Hell’s Angels rally at Bass lake and he said he was sorry and he agreed with me etc. but that there was a “feeling” around the office about giving you a good review. … Anyway, here’s the review, and if it does you any good in the head to know that it caused the final severance of relations between myself and the Observer, then at least it will do somebody some good. As for myself I am joining the Hell’s Angels and figure I should have done it six years ago.”

Lie Down in Darkness by William Styron

To Viking Editor Robert D. Ballou:

“Last week I read two fairly recent first novels — Acrobat Admits (Harold Grossman), and After Long Silence (Robert Gutwillig) — and saw enough mistakes to make me look long and hard at mine [Prince Jellyfish]. Although I’m already sure the Thompson effort will be better than those two, I’m looking forward to the day that I can say it will be better than Lie Down in Darkness. When that day comes, I will put my manuscript in a box and send it to you.”

The Outsider by Colin Wilson

To his mother, Virginia Thompson:

“As a parting note — I suggest that you get hold of a book called The Outsider by Colin Wilson. I had intended to go into a detailed explanation of what I have found out about myself in the past year or so, but find that I am too tired. However, after reading that book, you may come closer to understanding just what lies ahead for your Hunter-named son. I had just begun to doubt some of my strongest convictions when I stumbled upon that book. But rather than being wrong, I think that I just don’t express my rightness correctly.”

Singular Man by J. P. Donleavy

To freelance journalist Lionel Olay:

“Now that you’ve taken personal journalism about as far as it can go, why don’t you read Singular Man and then get back to the real work? … I’m not dumping on you, old sport — just giving the needle. I just wish to shit I had somebody within 500 miles capable of giving me one. It took Donleavy’s book to make me see what a fog I’ve been in.”

The World of Sex by Henry Miller

To Norman Mailer in 1961:

“This little black book of Miller’s is something you might like. If not, or if you already have it, by all means send it back. I don’t mind giving it away, but I’d hate to see it wasted.”

To Mailer in ‘65:

“Somewhere in late 1961 or so I sent you a grey, paperbound copy of Henry Miller’s The World of Sex, one of 1000 copies printed “for friends of Henry Miller,” in 1941. You never acknowledged it, which didn’t show much in the way of what California people call “class,” but which was understandable in that I recall issuing some physical threats along with the presentation of what they now tell me is a collector’s item. … And so be it. I hope you have the book and are guarding it closely. In your old age you can sell it for whatever currency is in use at the time.”

For more reading recommendations from the good doctor, check out both his collections of letters: The Proud Highway and Fear and Loathing in America.

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Los Gatos, California

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A funny primer for Art

Giger's Nepenthe

I am not a fan but, even as a layperson, I concede the man was a genius.

Check all the photos by Matthew M. Kaelin

Dia da Trabalhadora 2015

e não da consumidora

Abril!

RIP Mariano Gago, 1948 - 2015, para mim, o Professor Ciência, sempre

Para acompanhar as homenagens no De Rerum Natura

Sweeteners... decoded

From The Washington Post graphics - click to access and interact

Women in Science - a work in progress - by Megan Lee

Happy International Women's Day 2015

A world of Fiction

From the good folks at PopChartLab. Click to access and enlarge - it's truly a world :)

O fim de um ciclo - Redimida, o 12º volume da série Casa da Noite

Tradução minha para a colecção BANG! da Saída de Emergência

Feito em Casa: Conservas - culinária para poupar e degustar

Tradução minha para a Arte Plural :)

Do not fall in love with people like me - The Poetry of Caitlyn Siehl

Do not fall in love
With people like me.
people like me
will love you so hard
that you turn into stone
into a statue where people
come to marvel at how long
it must have taken to carve
that faraway look into your eyes


Do not fall in love with people like me
we will take you to
museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful
place so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting us
like blood in your mouth


Do not come any closer.
people like me
are bombs
when our time is up
we will splatter loss
all over your walls
in angry colors
that make you wish
your doorway never
learned our name


do not fall in love
with people like me.
with the lonely ones
we will forget our own names
if it means learning yours
we will make you think
hurricanes are gentle
that pain is a gift
you will get lost
in the desperation
in the longing for something
that is always reaching
but never able to hold


do not fall in love
with people like me.
we will destroy your
apartment
we will throw apologies at you
that shatter on the floor
and cut your feet

we will never learn
how to be soft

we will leave.
we always do.

Caitlyn Siehl

Courtesy of my good friend and Queen :)

A Cada Dia - David Levithan

Tradução minha para a TopSeller :)

MineCraft - Principiantes e Redstone

Tradução minha para a Booksmile :)

Eleanor & Park - Rainbow Rowell

 

Tradução minha para a Saída de Emergência :)