27/04/2011

Bebés obrigados a levantar presencialmente o cartão do cidadão


País - Crianças obrigadas a levantar presencialmente o cartão do cidadão - RTP Noticias, Vídeo

Ide e multiplicai-vos...
Mas depois não vos esqueceis: logo com o bebé na bicha para levantar o cartão (ver vídeo no link acima).

Choque tecnológico, efeito colateral, não faz mal, não faz mal, limpa-se...

23/04/2011

Eu fui à rua em Março e vou à rua em Abril

Patentearam o movimento "Geração à Rasca", felizmente que não podem patentear o 25 de Abril nem os cravos vermelhos. Espero eu...

TODOS NA RUA NO 25 DE ABRIL.

Eu fui à rua em Março by ruirebelo

21/04/2011

Eu fui à rua em Março

Hoje fui gravar para o canal "A música portuguesa a gostar dela própria. Claro que fui improvisar. Mas o Miguel Castro Caldas tinha-me enviado uma letra ontem e decidi improvisar uma canção no momento - uma espécie de desgarrada sozinho e com letra...

18/04/2011

War Zone III


Continua a publicação ("em directo" 70 anos depois, no site http://orwelldiaries.wordpress.com/) dos diários de George Orwell (Eric Arthur Blair) durante a Segunda Guerra Mundial.
Aqui os seus relatos dos ultimos dias: os bombardeamentos de Londres, a guerra no Norte da África (Egipto, Líbia, Benghazi, Tobruk, hoje em dia de novo "War Zone"...). Alguns leitores reagem em comentários, dirigindo-se directamente a Orwell, como se ele ainda estivesse vivo hoje, impressionante e quanto a mim uma homenagem ao escritor!

17.4.41
Very heavy raid last night, probably the heaviest in many months, so far as London is concerned…Bomb in Lord’s cricket ground (school-boys having their exercise at the nets as usual this morning, a few yards from the crater) and another in St. John’s Wood churchyard. This one luckily didn’t land among the graves, a thing I have been dreading will happen…Passed this morning a side-street somewhere in Hampstead with one house in it reduced to a pile of rubbish by a bomb – a sight so usual that one hardly notices it. The street is cordoned off, however, digging squads at work, and a line of ambulances waiting. Underneath that huge pile of bricks there are mangled bodies, some of them perhaps alive. The guns kept up their racket nearly all night…Today I can find no one who admits to having slept last night, and E[ileen] says the same. The formula is: “I never closed my eyes for an instant”. I believe this is all nonsense. Certainly it is hard to sleep in such a din, but E[ileen] and I must have slept quite half the night.

15.4.41
Last night went to the pub to listen to the 9 o’clock news, and arriving there a few minutes late, asked the landlady what the news had been. “Oh, we never turn it on. Nobody listens to it, you see. And they’ve got the piano playing in the other bar, and they won’t turn it off just for the news.” This at a moment when there is a most deadly threat to the Suez canal°. Cf. during the worst moment of the Dunkirk campaign, when the barmaid would not have turned on the news unless I had asked her… [1] Cf. also the time in 1936 when the Germans re-occupied the Rhineland. I was in Barnsley at the time. I went into a pub just after the news had come through and remarked at random, “The German army has crossed the Rhine”. With a vague air of remembering something someone murmured “Parley-voo”. [2] No more response than that…So also at every moment of crisis from 1931 onwards. You have all the time the sensation of kicking against an impenetrable wall of stupidity. But of course at times their stupidity has stood them in good stead. Any European nation situated as we are would have been squealing for peace long ago.
[1] See War-time Diary, 28.5.40 and 24.6.40.
[2] Refrain from World War I song ‘Mademoiselle from Armentiѐres,’ or ‘Armenteers,’ as it was sung. Peter Davison

14.4.41
The news today is appalling. The Germans are at the Egyptian frontier and a British force in Tobruk has the appearance of being cut off, though this is denied from Cairo. [1] Opinion is divided as to whether the Germans really have an overwhelming army in Libya, or whether they have only a comparatively small force while we have practically nothing, most of the troops and fighting vehicles having been withdrawn to other fronts as soon as we had taken Benghazi. In my opinion the latter is the likelier, and also the probability is that we sent only European troops to Greece and have chiefly Indians and Negroes in Egypt. D., speaking from a knowledge of South Africa, thinks that after Benghazi was taken the army was removed not so much for use in Greece as to polish off the Abyssinian campaign, and that the motive for this was political, to give the South Africans, who are more or less hostile to us, a victory to keep them in good temper. If we can hang on to Egypt the whole thing will have been worth while for the sake of clearing the Red Sea and opening that route to American ships. But the necessary complement to this is the French West African ports, which we could have seized a year ago almost without fighting. Non-aggression pact between Russia and Japan, the published terms of which are vague in the extreme. But there must presumably be a secret clause by which Russia agrees to abandon China, no doubt gradually and without admitting what is happening, as in the case of Spain. Otherwise it is difficult to see what meaning the pact can have. From Greece no real news whatever. One silly story about a British armoured-car patrol surprising a party of Germans has now been repeated three days running.
[1] General Rommel’s troops encircled Tobruk on 12 April. The British forces had been swept out of Cyrenaica very rapidly (their strength having been depleted to send a force to Greece). However, Tobruk held out until relieved on 4 December 1941. Peter Davison

13.4.41
No real news at all about either Greece or Libya… Of the two papers I was able to procure today, the Sunday Pictorial was blackly defeatist and the Sunday Express not much less so. Yesterday’s Evening Standard has an article by “Our Military Correspondent”… which was even more so. All this suggests that the newspapers may be receiving bad news which they are not allowed to pass on…God knows it is all a ghastly mess. The one thing that is perhaps encouraging is that all the military experts are convinced that our intervention in Greece is disastrous, and the military experts are always wrong. When the campaign in the Near East is settled one way or the other, and the situation is in some way stabilised, I shall discontinue this diary. It covers the period between Hitler’s spring campaigns of 1940 and 1941. Some time within the next month or two a new military and political phase must begin. The first six months of this diary covered the quasi-revolutionary period following on the disaster in France. Now we are evidently in for another period of disaster, but of a different kind, less intelligible to ordinary people and not necessarily producing any corresponding political improvement. Looking back to the early part of this diary, I see how my political predictions have been falsified, and yet, as it were, the revolutionary changes that I expected are happening, but in slow motion. I made an entry, I see, implying that private advertisements would have disappeared from the walls within a year. They haven’t, of course – that disgusting Famel Cough Syrup advert, is still plastered all over the place, also He’s Twice the Man on Worthington and Somebody’s Mother isn’t Using Persil – but they are far fewer, and the government posters far more numerous. Connolly said once that intellectuals tend to be right about the direction of events but wrong about their tempo, which is very true. [1] Registering on Saturday, with the 38 group, I was appalled to see what a scrubby-looking lot they were. A thing that strikes one when one sees a group like this, picked out simply by date of birth, is how much more rapidly the working classes age. They don’t, however, live less long, or only a few years less long, than the middle class. But they have an enormous middle age, stretching from thirty to sixty.
[1] Connolly not only said but wrote this: ‘For the weak point in the judgment of intellectuals is that they tend to be right about the course of events, but wrong about their tempo’ (Comment, Horizon, September 1940, p. 83). Peter Davison

12.4.41
The idea that the German troops in Libya, or some of them, got there via French ships and French African territory, is readily accepted by everyone that one suggests it to. Absolutely no mention of any such possibility in the press, however. Perhaps they are still being instructed to pipe down on criticisms of Vichy France. The day before yesterday saw fresh-water fish (perch) for sale in a fishmonger’s shop. A year ago English people, i.e. town people, wouldn’t have touched such a thing.


E de repente as nossas "War Zones" pessoais são reduzidas a proporções insignificantes...
(http://anacruses.blogspot.com/2011/03/war-zone.html
http://anacruses.blogspot.com/2011/03/war-zone-ii.html)

17/04/2011

José Rentes de Carvalho, finalmente reconhecido em Portugal



"O escritor português mais cosmopolita, vive três meses em Amesterdão, três meses em Estevais de Mogadouro, três meses em Amesterdão e três meses em Estevais de Mogadouro", brincou Francisco José Viegas, director da Quetzal Editores, na terça-feira passada durante o lançamento do livro "La Coca" na Livraria Bertrand do Chiado.
José Rentes de Carvalho, desde os anos '50 residente na Holanda, onde já vendeu centenas de milhares de livros, só agora recebe o merecido reconhecimento em Portugal com a (re)edição dos seus livros em português pela Quetzal ("Ernestina" é a sua obra prima para mim).

Neste momento JRC está em digressão pelo país, hoje à noite uma entrevista no programa "Câmara Clara", RTP 2, 22h30.
Gostei da entrevista na Radio TSF, programa "Pessoal... e Transmissível" (http://www.tsf.pt/Programas/programa.aspx?content_id=917512&audio_id=1467889).

Mais info no site do escritor http://jrentesdecarvalho.com/ e no blogue "Tempo Contado" (de alta qualidade literária), http://www.tempocontado.blogspot.com/.

16/04/2011

Marinho Pinto: "Greve à democracia nas eleições!"



Finalmente! Está dito!
Aprovado da minha parte!





http://www0.rtp.pt/noticias/index.php?t=Marinho-Pinto-diz-que-as-eleicoes-serao-uma-farsa-pois-tudo-sera-decidido-la-fora.rtp&headline=20&visual=9&article=434262&tm=9

Lançamento livro "A Mentira Sagrada" - Luís Miguel Rocha


Foi na quinta-feira à tarde na Sala dos Espelhos do Palácio Foz, com actuação do duo "Rini + Bastolini" a interpretar "Corleone's Waltz" e outros temas de Nino Rota a convite do autor (ver também: http://anacruses.blogspot.com/2007/01/corleones-waltz-o-papa-sorriso.html ).

Mais info na página Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/luismrocha

15/04/2011

Playing a Bottle

Estou a preparar-me para entrar para o Guinness.

14/04/2011

Estela Barbot, a conselheira portuguesa do FMI


Vídeo SIC: http://videos.sapo.pt/RLWs50ycBdoaM8zZwVYW

Boas companhias:
- fez parte das "7 mais elegantes" da Revista Caras;
- fez parte do painel do programa RTP-N "Fala com elas" (temas que interessam ao universo feminino) com Isabel Stilwell (http://anacruses.blogspot.com/2011/03/parva.html) e Bárbara Coutinho, directora do MUDE que despediu há dias 70 trabalhadores "falsos recibos verdes" (http://muderesistance.blogspot.com/).

Só pode ser a futura Salvadora da Pátria...

13/04/2011

"Dodenrit" (Passeio Mortal da Troika) - Drs. P (1974)



Música de "mal-vindo" à Troika FMI que entrou ontem em território português.
Foi um "hit" na Holanda em 1974.
Aqui uma tradução aproximada em inglês.

We're riding in a Troika down a forest without end
it's thirty below zero which will drive you round the bend
The horses' hooves are grinding through the snow so crisp and clean
a Siberian night is falling, and no lions can be seen

We travel with the children even though they're very young
through endless woods as I already mentioned in this song
the scenery is beautiful, but wild, so I believe
and that there are no lions is a source of great relief

We're on our way to Omsk although the road is very long
To bide the time we cheer each other up by singing songs
But then I see a movement in the distance far away
It's dark and it is multiple and makes me quite afraid

Although they are still far away, I see them very clear
there seem to be a lot of them and quickly they come near
They get too close to us by being very fleet of foot
our family's in danger and that can't be very good

They're menacing and dark, and very rapid as they run
I see it now, they're quadrupeds, they're clearly having fun
with great big teeth and shiny eyes that I can clearly see
they must be wolves, and mean ones too, this really bothers me

But though things are precarious, I will not panic yet
I keep the spirits high by singing loudly this, and that
We certainly know all our songs, and sing along we do
the wolves are sticking close to us as if with superglue

From here to Omsk it is about a hundred Werst, I think
So I am really glad we changed the horses this morning
But all the same the wolves caught up and this is not so nice
I see the hungry appetite is gleaming in their eyes

But still we act all nonchalant, and sing with steady breath
whilst we are only too aware of our impending deaths
So I turn to my darling wife and whisper in her ear
"Who are we going to sacrifice, because we must, my dear"

What do you think of Igor? no! He plays the violin!
Nor can it be Natasha as in Chess she always wins.
Sonja can't be it, indeed, her voice is really nice.
So Pjotr draws the shortest straw, he has to pay the price.

And while we sing I grab the little rascal by the heels
and off he flies into the night with one almighty squeal
This juicy morsel does distract the wolves, and while they dine
We pull away from them again as we sing "auld lang syne"

We really do appreciate that Pjotr's edible
Because it means we lose the wolves for a good while until
They trail off in the distance like the remnants of a dream
and we sing "Row, Row, Row the boat and don't forget to scream"

But then we hear the howling and our hopes do fade once more
So Sonja takes the plunge as she goes flying overboard
There she goes, poor little thing, we ponder as she falls
And all the while it's "Humpty dumpty sitting on the wall"

All this does make me pensive and my wife is teary eyed
but there's no time to reflect now the wolves are back beside
So Igor I'm afraid you won't be playing for the crowd
Just fifty-two more Werst and "I'm a tea-pot short and stout"

With Igor gone for just a while our peace has been restored
but back they are as if to make damn sure we don't get bored
Natasha's dying scream will cut through us just like a knife
While we were singing of Jack Prat and of his hungry wife

So now it's a duet between myself and Mrs me
And with a bit of luck we make it in time for Tea
But then I have to hand her over to the hungry pack
and sang about the little ducks, just one came swimming back

But then I cheer up quite a bit because I see Omsk's lights
And as I jump with glee I trip and fall into the night
And while the wolves devour me my last respects I pay
to Omsk, which is a lovely town, but just that bit too far away

Troika here, Troika there
Yes, you see them everywhere
Troika here, Troika there
Stuffed with straw and horse's hair
Troika here, Troika there
We deliver out of stock
Troika here, Troika there
Gents' attire and ladies' frocks
Troika here, Troika there
Omsk is just that bit to far
Troika here, Troika there
Long live our beloved Tzar!


(fonte: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=njehKNuuGaY )