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Thursday, August 18, 2011
mdhosannah.blogspot.com

With the intention of supporting Google and keeping all my shit in the same place, I've started posting at the above blog. still figuring out what to do with this one here...

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Monday, November 15, 2010
And So That's That...

I don't know why I am only posting these today... I will be retrospectively posting these all individually in their respective days. I thought that by doing this, it will feel like they are in a more "perpetual" state of existence.... In any case, I decided that I'd put them all here as well... Hope you enjoy it.


And So That's That....

DAY 1: Friday, July 23rd 2010
Total laziness filled with outrageous ambitions.

DAY 2: Saturday, July 24th 2010
Unfounded paranoia based on stagnation and frustrated lust.

DAY 3: Sunday, July 25th 2010
The quicksand enhances the illusions of grandeur while the auto-destruct sign is blazing hot-rod red but can't be seen.

DAY 4: Monday, July 26th 2010
Forgetfulness is not a blessing, but more of an excuse to fuel the laziness and its outrageous ambitions.

At least it keeps the mind busy...

DAY 5: Tuesday, July 27th 2010
Self-imposed rules do not apply when the other person's morals don't comply.

DAY 6: Wednesday, July 28th, 2010
And out of the ashes of a pseudo depressed poster life rises a glimmer of hope-covered confusion, which if catered for could bring new breath back into a million colors of day, to end in the arms of a rich-filled life.

DAY 7: Thursday, July 29th 2010
Diving head-first yet
Taking proper aim
Is an important step towards motion.

Only through movement
Will the acquaintance of
The undiscovered country bestow
The property of saints with
Perpetual satisfaction for desire.

Otherwise the eternal pondering
Of what could have been
Will bring the essence of kings
To a disgraceful halt,
Ebbing away into the waves of
Time and space.

Movement is the key.

DAY 8: Friday, July 30th 2010
Sailing her steady
As she grows into the picture of a million hopes
And leaves the drowning souls
To fend for a gasp of air.

Sturdy as she sails by the stars,
Living proof that proper aim leads
To a warm heart.
So keep her steady,
Steady as she goes.

DAY 9: Saturday, July 31st 2010
Two worlds combine to form simply and nothing more than water and oil. Though beautiful to watch, it ultimately splits, forming once again two worlds. One we can swallow and the other makes us sick.

DAY 10: Monday, August 1st 2010
As one walks amongst the empty confusion-filled streets,
With a clear mind yet with a nostalgic aroma,
There is a sign on the left.
From there you can find your way back to the ground.

I have found such a sign
Right under my nose and I,
I can say that it is good to be home,
Still with a clear mind but now with a brave heart
To take on the mantle of generations before.

With such a sight
The burden seems lighter, yet
The summit is still list in the mist if what might become,
but its shadow is clearly cast
Under my feet.

And so we move.


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Saturday, May 16, 2009
The "hollow-cost"

I had an epiphany the other day. I know I'm going to sound like an anti-semite, but I swear it's not the case.I have a deep respect for the jewish comunity. Some of my best friends along my nomadic life have been jews. But here is my case. Why do people make a big deal about the holocaust? The most sited reason is because it was the "genocide of approximately six million European Jews during World War II, as part of a program of deliberate and systematic state-sponsored extermination planned and executed by Nazi Germany under Adolf Hitler"¹.The Key words here being "genocide", "deliberate" and "systematic". For some reason, no one gives a damn about the 23,100,000² (twenty-three million!) of Russians that died in that war. why are 6million jews considered genocide and not 23million russians?  Is it because the Russians weren't deliberate deaths? Somehow, I think that deaths in a war are always deliberate. Perhaps no one gives a shit because it wasn't a systematic extermination... I wonder...

Here are my two cents: The reason no one gives a shit about 23million Russians and make a big deal about 6 million jews, is because the media in the United States are all controlled by powerful jewish famillies, like Warner, Time, Fox, CBS and NBC. These networks are all sited as Great Jewish Achievements³. Plus, soonafter the War, the Russians turned from allies into the enemy as the Cold War took shape. So, of course no one is going to talk about the great achievements of the enemy, especially when the sacrifice they have suffered for our freedom far oughtweigh our personal losses.

Now that it has been over 60 years since the end of the War, it is time people start analysing dispassionalty what went on back then. Granted that there are still a lot of people that suffered the effects of the War in their imediate lives, or have relatives that suffered. But the generation that is starting to take over did not fight, were not a part of, and never even lived throught the War. There is no reason to keep up these silly games. It is time to give credit where credit is due. It is time to recognize that we, as humans, all suffered from the War, and one death is not more important than the other, because every death is just as important and just as wrong.

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¹ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holocaust
² http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_II_casualties
³ http://www.jewishachievement.com/domains/rad.html


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Monday, May 11, 2009
Too Many Humans.

I just lestened to a song by Buckethead called "Too many humans". Yesterday I watched Star Trek in the theaters. Something in comon between these two unconnected events struck me really hard. For some reason, I think that if there were some kind of major catastrophe that killed off 6 billion humans, and left only about 10 million, perhaps in light of being an endangered species, humans would stop being so fucking self rightous and start focusing in builing a prosperous society. So, in my humble opinion, there are just too many humans for humanity's oun good.


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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Receita de casa

Ciro dos Anjos escreveu, faz pouco tempo, uma de suas páginas mais belas sobre as antigas fazendas mineiras. Ele dá os requisitos essenciais a uma fazenda bastante lírica, incluindo, mesmo, uma certa menina de vestido branco. Nada sei dessas coisas, mas juro que entendo alguma coisa de arquitetura urbana, embora Caloca, Aldari, Jorge Moreira e Ernâni, pobres arquitetos profissionais, achem que não.

Assim vos direi que a primeira coisa a respeito de uma casa é que ela deve ter um porão, um bom porão com entrada pela frente e saída pelos fundos. Esse porão deve ser habitável porém inabitado; e ter alguns quartos sem iluminação alguma, onde se devem amontoar móveis antigos, quebrados, objetos desprezados e baús esquecidos. Deve ser o cemitério das coisas. Ali, sob os pés da família, como se fosse no subconsciente dos vivos, jazerão os leques, as cadeiras, as fantasias do carnaval do ano de 1920, as gravatas manchadas, os sapatos que outrora andaram em caminhos longe.

Quando acaso descerem ao porão, as crianças hão de ficar um pouco intrigadas; e como crianças são animais levianos, é preciso que se intriguem um pouco, tenham uma certa perspectiva histórica, meditem que, por mais incrível e extraordinário que pareça, as pessoas grandes também já foram crianças, a sua avó já foi a bailes, e outras coisas instrutivas que são um pouco tristes mas hão de restaurar, a seus olhos, a dignidade corrompida das pessoas adultas.

Convém que as crianças sintam um certo medo do porão; e embora pensem que é medo do escuro, ou de aranhascaranguejeiras, será o grande medo do Tempo, esse bicho que tudo come, esse monstro que irá tragando em suas fauces negras os sapatos da criança, sua roupinha, sua atiradeira, seu canivete, as bolas de vidro, e afinal a própria criança.

O único perigo é que o porão faça da criança, no futuro, um romancista introvertido, o que se pode evitar desmoralizando periodicamente o porão com uma limpeza parcial para nele armazenar gêneros ou utensílios ou mais facilmente tijolo, por exemplo; ou percorrendo-o com uma lanterna elétrica bem possante que transformará hienas em ratos e cadafalsos em guardalouças.

Ao construir o porão deve o arquiteto obter um certo grau de umidade, mas providenciar para que a porta de uma das entradas seja bem fácil de arrombar, porque um porão não tem a menor utilidade se não supomos que dentro dele possa estar escondido um ladrão assassino, ou um cachorro raivoso, ou ainda anarquistas búlgaros de passagem por esta cidade.

Um porão supõe um alçapão aberto na sala de jantar. Sobre a tampa desse alçapão deve estar um móvel pesado, que fique exposto ao sol ao menos duas horas por dia, de tal modo que à noite estale com tanto gosto que do quarto das crianças dê a impressão exata de que o alçapão está sendo aberto, ou o terrível meliante já esteja no interior da casa.

Rubem Braga. Um pé de milho. 4.ª ed. Rio de Janeiro: Record, 1982, p. 129-31 (com adaptações).


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Monday, March 17, 2008
This Time Tomorrow

This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across an empty sea
This time tomorrow what will we know
Well we still be here watching an in-flight movie show
I'll leave the sun behind me and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
Seven miles below ma I can see the world and it ain't so big at all
This time tomorrow what will we see
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I don't where I'm going, I don't want to see
I feel the world below me looking up at me
Leave the sun behind me, and watch the clouds as they sadly pass me by
And I'm in perpetual motion and the world below doesn't matter much to me
This time tomorrow where will we be
On a spaceship somewhere sailing across any empty sea
This time tomorrow, this time tomorrow


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