Estava errado – e isso fazia-o duplamente errado.
Mês: Maio 2016
Pessimismo [7]
C. dizia que o meu pessimismo já era uma fé pessoal. Percebi o que pretendia com aquela frase, mas expliquei-lhe o seu erro: fé é crença. Ora um pessimista, mais do que crente – é um descrente.
Male bonding
Na paragem do 184, Fulano gritava para Sicrano que, no extremo oposto da praça, aguardava pelo 195: “Eh pá! Vira-te para o outro lado que até ao longe és feio!”
I gotta go, okay?
[Billy dials Goon’s number.]
Billy: Hey, forget it. Did you hear what l said? Forget it. You cannot have anything in my locker. l take it all back. l take everything back.
You heard me now. l said it. l’m takin’ it back, so stay away from my locker. lf l find out you go near my locker, l swear to God, l’ll give you a karate chop right in the head. All right?
Guess what. Guess what happened today. l got a girl. All right? l got a girl. There’s a girl who loves me, and she’s very pretty, and she’s very nice… and she loves me! So what do you think of that? So stay away from my locker. l take all my things back, all right?
l saw Wood today. l’m at the strip joint, yeah. This place is crazy. Um, he seems like a nice guy too. He really is just like… a normal guy. You know, l think… Remember, we used to like Wood. He kicked good that season. He was good that whole season. He kicked good all year. He missed one measly field goal, and everybody’s against him. l mean, the guy… Who told me to bet on Buffalo? Buffalo stunk all year. They gave the Giants that game. Matter of fact, if it wasn’t for Wood, they would have lost three or four other games that year.
What?
l’m telling you the truth. l’m here.
Anyway, listen, l’ll give you a call tomorrow. l gotta go, okay? My girlfriend’s waitin’ for me.
(in Buffalo ’66, de Vincent Gallo)
Leitores e ciência
Com tantos blogues de gente voluntariosa que lê freneticamente, não vi nunca menção a um único livro de divulgação científica. A ser sincero, nem sequer me recordo de ver alguém, num transporte público, a ler um livro de divulgação científica. Não estou a sugerir que andasse toda a gente a ler o Mundos Paralelos de Michio Kaku, menos ainda o Breve História do Tempo de Stephen Hawking, por vezes algo herméticos para os não-iniciados. Mas é que nem o Cosmos de Carl Sagan, que se lê como um romance, nem sequer uma das para-autobiografias de Richard Feynman, que se lêem como uma comédia.
Ponto da situação
Harold: Aubrey, I’ve known the fear of losing – but now I am almost too frightened to win.
(in Chariots of Fire)
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[In The Mood For Love de Wong Kar-wai]