Wednesday, May 31, 2006


Light, in the absence of eyes, illuminates nothing. Visible forms are not inherent in the world, but are granted by the act of seeing. Though the world and events do exist independent of mind, they obtain of no meaning in themselves: none that the mind is not guilty of imposing on them.
Trevor Goodchild, in Aeon Flux

Ao Fundo

Tuesday, May 30, 2006

What I have in mind for you is much worse

Trevor Goodchild: When will you give up, Aeon?
[he hands her a gun]
Trevor Goodchild: Here. Go ahead. Kill me, if that's what you want. You can't do it.
Aeon Flux: You think you know what I'm doing so obviously you don't. What I have in mind for you is much worse.

In, “Aeon Flux”

Monday, May 29, 2006


"... looking at a different picture,
Through this new frame of mind,
A thousand flowers could bloom"




You can only see as far as you think.

Anonymous Graffiti

Thursday, May 25, 2006


The limits of my language are the limits of my mind. All I know is what I have words for.

Ludwig Wittgenstein


One is the loneliest number
That you'll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It's the loneliest number since the number one
No is the saddest experience
You'll ever know
Yes, it's the saddest experience
You'll ever know

One, Aimee Mann

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

A Mind For Details


não sei quando é que nos tornamos bons observadores. não sei se é o tempo se é o hábito se é apenas uma sensibilidade para os detalhes que adquirimos sem saber exactamente como. um olhar atento. aos pequenos pormenores. daqueles que escapam ao olhar distraído. uma palavra sussurrada na mesa do lado. um sorriso mal disfarçado. um gesto nervoso. uma madeixa de cabelo hesitante. um sotaque. as mãos trémulas que seguram um cigarro. um gesto adiado. um olhar arrependido. um beijo imaginário.


Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Barbie Dolls

“I wonder if this man plays with barbie dolls at night in his lonely bed.”

(Melissa, há muito tempo atrás)


Monday, May 22, 2006

No More Posts For The Day

That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way after us.



Trevor Goodchild: Go to Hell.
Æon Flux: Will you take me there?
You know, some people just aren't meant to be together.

In, Aeon Flux

Friday, May 19, 2006

I Will Wait For You

Beyond the ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing,
There is a field,
I will wait for you there.

Anonymous Graffiti



... de ti quando vens ver o meu blog. mesmo quando não tens nome.

Thursday, May 18, 2006

Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Blood Brain Barrier

The blood-brain barrier (BBB) is a membrane that controls the passage of substances from the blood into the central nervous system. It is a physical barrier between the local blood vessels and most parts of the central nervous system itself, and stops many substances from travelling across it. Some heavy metals can cross the blood-brain barrier.
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Tuesday, May 16, 2006


That which does not kill us, makes us stranger.

Trevor Goodchild, In “Aeon Flux”


All this running around
Well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe
All the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve
Something that rings true

A Pain That I'm Used To, Depeche Mode


Monday, May 15, 2006


What the flame does not consume, consumes the flame.

In “Aeon Flux”

One Love


É um jogo que muda à medida que se joga.


Outra Vida

noutra vida, noutro tempo, … mas as tuas mãos estão nesta, e os teus lábios estão neste.

Friday, May 12, 2006



i fail to understand the meaning of the thin line that separates us … is it the thin line of time? … separating that which once was from that which shall yet be?

King Of Nothing

Thursday, May 11, 2006


desire really is a strange game, isn’t it? all fire and flame.

A Mind For Details


I'm the rainbow in your jail cell
All the memories of
Everything you've ever smelled

Don't Forget Me, The Red Hot Chili Peppers

Wednesday, May 10, 2006


Do you ever feel that unexplainable springtime sadness creeping on you like the shadow of a black cat?


The Problem

Love isn't the answer, it's the problem.

Aeon Flux In “Aeon Flux”

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

A Man In The Street


If you receive an e-mail with a subject of "badtimes", delete it immediately without reading it.This is the most dangerous e-mail virus yet.It will re-write your hard drive. Not only that, but it will scramble any disks that are even close to your computer.

It will recalibrate your refrigerator's coolness setting so all your ice cream melts.It will demagnetize the strips on all your credit cards, screw up the tracking on your vcr and use subspace field harmonics to render any cds you try to play unreadable.

It will give your ex-boy/girlfriend your new phone number.It will mix antifreeze into your fishtank. It will drink all your beer and leave its socks out on the coffee table when there's company coming over.It will put a dead kitten in the back pocket of your good suit and hide your car keys when you are late for work.

Badtimes will make you fall in love with a penguin.It will give you nightmares about circus midgets.It will pour sugar in your gas tank and shave off both your eyebrows while dating your current boy/girlfriend behind your back and billing the dinner and hotel room to your visa card.It will seduce your grandmother.It does not matter if she is dead, such is the power of badtimes, it reaches out beyond the grave to sully those things we hold most dear.

It moves your car randomly around parking lots so you can't find it.It will kick your dog. It will leave libidinous messages on your boss's voice mail in your voice!It is insidious and subtle. It is dangerous and terrifying to behold.It is also a rather interesting shade of mauve.

Badtimes will give you dutch elm disease. It will leave the toilet seat up.It will make a batch of methamphetamine in your bathtub and then leave bacon cooking on the stove while it goes out to chase high school kids with your new snowblower.These are just a few of the signs. Be very, very careful!

(Badtimes is from an anonymous E-mail!)

Too low

Too low to find my way
Too high to wonder why
I've touched this place before
Somewhere in another time
Now I can hear the sun
The clouds drifting through the blinds
A half a million thoughts
Are flowing through my mind

Lebanese Blonde, Thievery Corporation

Monday, May 08, 2006

It Doesn't Make Sense


Language is a virus from outer space.

William S. Burroughs

Friday, May 05, 2006


Is history recorded?

Is history recorded?
Does someone have a tape?
Surely, I'm no pioneer
Constellations stay the same

Know-how, Kings Of Convenience

Thursday, May 04, 2006


Advice from a Caterpillar

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.

`Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, `I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.'

`What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. `Explain yourself!'

`I can't explain MYSELF, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, `because I'm not myself, you see.'

`I don't see,' said the Caterpillar.

`I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, `for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.'

`It isn't,' said the Caterpillar.

`Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,' said Alice; `but when you have to turn into a chrysalis--you will some day, you know--and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a little queer, won't you?'

`Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar.

`Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,' said Alice; `all I know is, it would feel very queer to ME.'

`You!' said the Caterpillar contemptuously. `Who are YOU?'

Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar's making such VERY short remarks, and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, `I think, you ought to tell me who YOU are, first.'

`Why?' said the Caterpillar.

Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of any good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a VERY unpleasant state of mind, she turned away.

Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
Chapter 5 - Advice from a Caterpillar

Wednesday, May 03, 2006


narcoleptic - a soporific drug that produces an uncontrollable desire to sleep.

No Coincidences

“In the magical universe there are no coincidences and there are no accidents. Nothing happens unless someone wills it to happen.”

William S. Burroughs