Transcrio, da tirinha do Xyko Bento:
--Meu pai, Sarney, tem oitocentas cabeças de gado.
--Manda ele enfiar tudo no CU!
Cai o secretário de educação da Bahia.
Enquanto isso, na sala de aula, professores quase apanham em meio ao blackboard jungle e "cu" é que de mais leve se escuta.
sexta-feira, 7 de agosto de 2009
quinta-feira, 6 de agosto de 2009
quarta-feira, 5 de agosto de 2009
De vez em quando...
De vez em quando, queria que isso se parecesse com meu diário. O Brasil é lindo, mas nele muita gente só ganha dois salários, principalmente jovens universitários.
Quero fazer um repente para a Gioconda Brasil:
Gioconda Brasil
Dentre outras repórteres mil
És tu
Giro
Giro
Gioconda Brasil.
Quando você apresenta
na TV
seus news
Que tempo é esse?
Viúvos com vinte e nove anos
gripe
crise
depressão
Eu fico pensando
Gioconda
Você jucunda
Parece a Monalisa
A antimusa
do Brasil-sil
de Anjos do Sol
Fora Sarney
Não à copa de 2014
A Lagoa da Pampulha tá
cheia
Algas Azuis
Tóxicas
As pessoas comem
peixe
para se alimentar
Algas azuis
Fazem mal
Mas muita gente
precisa jantar
Jantar algas
algas azuis tóxicas
nos peixes.
Giro
Giro
Gioconda
Brasil
Dentre outras mil.
Quero fazer um repente para a Gioconda Brasil:
Gioconda Brasil
Dentre outras repórteres mil
És tu
Giro
Giro
Gioconda Brasil.
Quando você apresenta
na TV
seus news
Que tempo é esse?
Viúvos com vinte e nove anos
gripe
crise
depressão
Eu fico pensando
Gioconda
Você jucunda
Parece a Monalisa
A antimusa
do Brasil-sil
de Anjos do Sol
Fora Sarney
Não à copa de 2014
A Lagoa da Pampulha tá
cheia
Algas Azuis
Tóxicas
As pessoas comem
peixe
para se alimentar
Algas azuis
Fazem mal
Mas muita gente
precisa jantar
Jantar algas
algas azuis tóxicas
nos peixes.
Giro
Giro
Gioconda
Brasil
Dentre outras mil.
Rádio Antropofagia
Site maravilhoso sobre Oswald:
http://www.antropofagia.com.br/antropofagia/pt/radio.html
http://www.antropofagia.com.br/antropofagia/pt/radio.html
sábado, 1 de agosto de 2009
"Blognovela" na New Yorker: Uma Cervejinha com Obama
ly 27, 2009
A Beer with Obama
Sergeant Crowley suggested that he and Professor Gates come to the White House to share a beer with the president. Mr. Obama then conveyed that idea in his phone call with Professor Gates.
—The Times
The Oval Office. Late. President Obama sits across from Professor Henry Louis Gates, Jr., and Officer James Crowley, who share a couch. They sit amidst several empty beer bottles. No one’s wearing shoes.
CROWLEY: Can I say something? And I mean this. Ya know what’s awesome is pizza.
GATES: Pizza is awesome. Why is it so awesome?
OBAMA: We could go get pizza right now. I have a plane.
GATES: That’s awesome.
OBAMA: I could pick up the phone right now, get the plane, we could go to Italy for pizza.
CROWLEY: You’re amazing. And really good-looking.
GATES: You are good looking. You’re a very good-looking man.
OBAMA: I like giving speeches. I like press conferences.
CROWLEY: You give a lot of press conferences. Maybe, like, too many?
GATES: I think he’s right. Maybe don’t give so many.
OBAMA: But you should see the speeches I have lined up. They’re all so…emotional. I’ve got a new one on infrastructure that quotes Rosa Parks for no reason. But it makes you cry.
GATES: My ex-wife is white.
OBAMA: My mother was white.
CROWLEY: There are times I wish I was Jewish.
GATES: I know exactly what you mean.
CROWLEY: It just dawned on me. I’m the minority in this room.
All laugh.
GATES: (laughing, leaning over to hug Crowley) You’re insane…
Crowley laughs and loses his balance, falling with Gates off the couch onto the floor. They’re still laughing as Secret Service officers enter the room through three different doors. The President waves them off. With some trouble the three men get to their feet and back onto the couch.
OBAMA: We should get more beer.
CROWLEY: We should definitely get beer.
GATES: I really like beer. Are we going to Italy?
OBAMA: So hey. Hey. Seriously. What happened?
CROWLEY: What? You mean with the thing?
OBAMA: Yeah.
CROWLEY: Oh. I thought he was a burglar because he was black.
GATES: And I was a jackass because I assumed he was a racist Irish cop.
CROWLEY: He was so angry. He said mean things about my mother. I thought he was a racist.
GATES: And I thought he was a racist. So I said mean things about his mother. Then he arrested me because I annoyed him.
CROWLEY: I arrested him because he annoyed me, which was stupid. But it didn’t help that you called me stupid.
OBAMA: That was stupid of me.
CROWLEY: Turns out we both love ballroom dancing and bridge.
GATES: We should play bridge now. We need a fourth.
CROWLEY: No. What we should do is watch “Tommy Boy.”
GATES: Did you just say “boy?”
All laugh.
GATES: If Chris Farley had been black do you think he still would have been overweight?
CROWLEY: No. I think he would have been thin but not funny.
OBAMA: I think he would have been funny, thin, and Swiss.
GATES: The Swiss aren’t funny.
CROWLEY: That’s so true. Why is that?
GATES: Have you ever been stopped by the police just because of your color?
CROWLEY: I was on Cape Cod one summer and really really tanned, and I was stopped by the police. They thought I was Brazilian but we ended up just laughing about it and I remember thanking my lucky stars I wasn’t Brazilian or black.
OBAMA: That’s tragic.
GATES: This is what I’m talking about.
CROWLEY: I guess I’m lucky I’m white. Except, you’re both rich and famous.
GATES: You think we’d be famous rich guys in Switzerland? The Swiss are afraid of black people.
CROWLEY: Some people are afraid of cops.
GATES: Are people afraid of black cops?
OBAMA: No.
CROWLEY: No. They love them. There are times when I wish I was black.
OBAMA: Ya know what was a good show was “The West Wing.”
CROWLEY: That show was so good.
GATES: I own it. On DVD. I own it. We could go to my house and watch it.
CROWLEY: We could break into your house and watch it!
Crowley and Gates laugh and fall onto the floor again. The door opens and a waiter brings in a tray of beer. Obama slumps into his chair, legs out. Gates and Crowley lie next to each other on the floor, staring at the ceiling. All are quiet for a time.
CROWLEY: (crying) Ya know what I think is just wrong?
GATES: What?
CROWLEY: That this is called the White House.
GATES: (to Obama): This is a good man. This is a lovely man.
CROWLEY: I mean…why? Why do we have to judge and hate based on race? Why can’t we love?
GATES: We should get tattoos.
They struggle to sit up, lean against the couch.
CROWLEY: I’m sorry I arrested you because you were obnoxious. There’s no law that says that a Harvard professor can’t be obnoxious in his own home.
GATES: And I’m sorry I called your mother a Bangkok whore. I have no idea where your mother is from. I was exhausted from the flight from China and was annoyed that you were a white man.
OBAMA: What have we learned?
GATES: That we like beer.
OBAMA: What else?
GATES: If you’re going to break into your own house go in through the back door?
CROWLEY: If you’re going to arrest someone on false charges plant something on them to make the charges stick?
OBAMA: Good. We’ve made progress here today.
GATES: Well, I think we all know—all of us here—that people are the same wherever you go.
CROWLEY: There is good and bad in everyone.
GATES: We learn to live …
GATES: …we learn to give each other …
CROWLEY: …what we need to survive together alive.
OBAMA: Favreau needs to hear this. This is good stuff.
Gates and Crowley stand and move to the center of the room.
GATES: (to Obama) Watch this.
They begin ballroom dancing.
More beer arrives.
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A Beer with Obama
Sergeant Crowley suggested that he and Professor Gates come to the White House to share a beer with the president. Mr. Obama then conveyed that idea in his phone call with Professor Gates.
—The Times
The Oval Office. Late. President Obama sits across from Professor Henry Louis Gates, Jr., and Officer James Crowley, who share a couch. They sit amidst several empty beer bottles. No one’s wearing shoes.
CROWLEY: Can I say something? And I mean this. Ya know what’s awesome is pizza.
GATES: Pizza is awesome. Why is it so awesome?
OBAMA: We could go get pizza right now. I have a plane.
GATES: That’s awesome.
OBAMA: I could pick up the phone right now, get the plane, we could go to Italy for pizza.
CROWLEY: You’re amazing. And really good-looking.
GATES: You are good looking. You’re a very good-looking man.
OBAMA: I like giving speeches. I like press conferences.
CROWLEY: You give a lot of press conferences. Maybe, like, too many?
GATES: I think he’s right. Maybe don’t give so many.
OBAMA: But you should see the speeches I have lined up. They’re all so…emotional. I’ve got a new one on infrastructure that quotes Rosa Parks for no reason. But it makes you cry.
GATES: My ex-wife is white.
OBAMA: My mother was white.
CROWLEY: There are times I wish I was Jewish.
GATES: I know exactly what you mean.
CROWLEY: It just dawned on me. I’m the minority in this room.
All laugh.
GATES: (laughing, leaning over to hug Crowley) You’re insane…
Crowley laughs and loses his balance, falling with Gates off the couch onto the floor. They’re still laughing as Secret Service officers enter the room through three different doors. The President waves them off. With some trouble the three men get to their feet and back onto the couch.
OBAMA: We should get more beer.
CROWLEY: We should definitely get beer.
GATES: I really like beer. Are we going to Italy?
OBAMA: So hey. Hey. Seriously. What happened?
CROWLEY: What? You mean with the thing?
OBAMA: Yeah.
CROWLEY: Oh. I thought he was a burglar because he was black.
GATES: And I was a jackass because I assumed he was a racist Irish cop.
CROWLEY: He was so angry. He said mean things about my mother. I thought he was a racist.
GATES: And I thought he was a racist. So I said mean things about his mother. Then he arrested me because I annoyed him.
CROWLEY: I arrested him because he annoyed me, which was stupid. But it didn’t help that you called me stupid.
OBAMA: That was stupid of me.
CROWLEY: Turns out we both love ballroom dancing and bridge.
GATES: We should play bridge now. We need a fourth.
CROWLEY: No. What we should do is watch “Tommy Boy.”
GATES: Did you just say “boy?”
All laugh.
GATES: If Chris Farley had been black do you think he still would have been overweight?
CROWLEY: No. I think he would have been thin but not funny.
OBAMA: I think he would have been funny, thin, and Swiss.
GATES: The Swiss aren’t funny.
CROWLEY: That’s so true. Why is that?
GATES: Have you ever been stopped by the police just because of your color?
CROWLEY: I was on Cape Cod one summer and really really tanned, and I was stopped by the police. They thought I was Brazilian but we ended up just laughing about it and I remember thanking my lucky stars I wasn’t Brazilian or black.
OBAMA: That’s tragic.
GATES: This is what I’m talking about.
CROWLEY: I guess I’m lucky I’m white. Except, you’re both rich and famous.
GATES: You think we’d be famous rich guys in Switzerland? The Swiss are afraid of black people.
CROWLEY: Some people are afraid of cops.
GATES: Are people afraid of black cops?
OBAMA: No.
CROWLEY: No. They love them. There are times when I wish I was black.
OBAMA: Ya know what was a good show was “The West Wing.”
CROWLEY: That show was so good.
GATES: I own it. On DVD. I own it. We could go to my house and watch it.
CROWLEY: We could break into your house and watch it!
Crowley and Gates laugh and fall onto the floor again. The door opens and a waiter brings in a tray of beer. Obama slumps into his chair, legs out. Gates and Crowley lie next to each other on the floor, staring at the ceiling. All are quiet for a time.
CROWLEY: (crying) Ya know what I think is just wrong?
GATES: What?
CROWLEY: That this is called the White House.
GATES: (to Obama): This is a good man. This is a lovely man.
CROWLEY: I mean…why? Why do we have to judge and hate based on race? Why can’t we love?
GATES: We should get tattoos.
They struggle to sit up, lean against the couch.
CROWLEY: I’m sorry I arrested you because you were obnoxious. There’s no law that says that a Harvard professor can’t be obnoxious in his own home.
GATES: And I’m sorry I called your mother a Bangkok whore. I have no idea where your mother is from. I was exhausted from the flight from China and was annoyed that you were a white man.
OBAMA: What have we learned?
GATES: That we like beer.
OBAMA: What else?
GATES: If you’re going to break into your own house go in through the back door?
CROWLEY: If you’re going to arrest someone on false charges plant something on them to make the charges stick?
OBAMA: Good. We’ve made progress here today.
GATES: Well, I think we all know—all of us here—that people are the same wherever you go.
CROWLEY: There is good and bad in everyone.
GATES: We learn to live …
GATES: …we learn to give each other …
CROWLEY: …what we need to survive together alive.
OBAMA: Favreau needs to hear this. This is good stuff.
Gates and Crowley stand and move to the center of the room.
GATES: (to Obama) Watch this.
They begin ballroom dancing.
More beer arrives.
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sexta-feira, 31 de julho de 2009
Muito perto do Sol (Too Close to Sun)
Estava lendo um comentário na imprensa sobre a peça "Too Close to Sun" sobre o suicídio de Hemingway.
Estão gozando muito essa peça na imprensa. Dizem que deveria se chamar "para fechar domingo" (To close to sunday), que nem é tão ruim para virar cult nem tão bom para que possa continuar em outras temporadas.
Outro ponto é que como é que poderia um musical sobre a fase final de Hemingway, em Idaho, que terminou em seu suicídio? Hemingway morreu, vamos cantar e dançar?
Na peça, Hemingway está limpando o fuzil que depois o matará e cantando algo como "igual a você eu já comi mais de cem, pode vir quente que estou fervendo" (transcrio). A crítica considerou isso uma ofensa ao espectador e à memória de Hemingway.
E o review que li disse ainda, que como Hemingway, a peça é autodestrutiva. A personagem de Mary Hemingway, sua última mulher, diz em certo momento: "escritores são melhor conhecidos através de seus livros"...
Estão gozando muito essa peça na imprensa. Dizem que deveria se chamar "para fechar domingo" (To close to sunday), que nem é tão ruim para virar cult nem tão bom para que possa continuar em outras temporadas.
Outro ponto é que como é que poderia um musical sobre a fase final de Hemingway, em Idaho, que terminou em seu suicídio? Hemingway morreu, vamos cantar e dançar?
Na peça, Hemingway está limpando o fuzil que depois o matará e cantando algo como "igual a você eu já comi mais de cem, pode vir quente que estou fervendo" (transcrio). A crítica considerou isso uma ofensa ao espectador e à memória de Hemingway.
E o review que li disse ainda, que como Hemingway, a peça é autodestrutiva. A personagem de Mary Hemingway, sua última mulher, diz em certo momento: "escritores são melhor conhecidos através de seus livros"...
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