me, me, ME!

Agora que a pior parte das "Festas" já passou, vem a melhor parte: o meu aniversário e a passagem de ano. Na verdade, o meu aniversário é apenas mais um dia em que acabo sempre por sofrer de défice de atenção recebida (apenas porque o standard nesse dia é altíssimo) e passagem de ano é um dia em que o défice de diversão acaba por levar uma valente estocada (exactamente pela mesma razão).

De qualquer forma, são duas oportunidades e justificações para cometer todos os excessos que me apetecer.

E isso já vale a pena celebrar. OH YEAH!

Tá quase...

Pronto, mais uma vez, cá está o Natal...
Se bem que este ano é capaz de ser rápido e indolor. Dois diazitos, nem isso.


Este ano vou tentar não ter uma descarga de energia negativa no facebook como no ano passado. Este ano, vou usar o blog. :) Mentirinha... Mas não faço promessas!

ihihih

6-1=5

O primeiro foi embora hoje. O branco, à esquerda. Faltam cinco (um deles, o mais pequenino, não se vê porque dormem sempre todos em cima dele).

Wishlist II

Não, não preciso deste gajo... Mas preciso dos óculos e dos calções! É prá natação...

Caso não tenham reparado, só peço prendinhas de merda... mas é porque são coisas que eu quero/preciso e não tenho dinheiro para as comprar... :)

Façam-me um CABAZ! lol mentirinha...

Wishlist

Havaianas pretas

                                              Perfume (não este, um que cheire bem...)

Eastpak preta ou azul escura (DISCRETA)

gorro (DISCRETO)

Luvas pretas tipo látex

E por agora, só me lembro disto, mas a lista talvez aumente. Ou então não, que sou uma pessoa simples.
Para o caso de não terem percebido, sou um gajo DISCRETO. lol





OH... MY... GOD!

Esta é a Janice, de Friends (Maggie Wheeler), uma das grandes personagens secundárias da série. Acho-lhe bué piada, mas curti ainda mais quando vi uma entrevista com a gaja que faz dela. Não estava nada à espera, mas ela é bué COOL!

The 30 days of November

Well, now that almost 30 days have passed, I have no idea of what to do. 30 days. So much can happen in this timeframe. I keep getting memories, images, some true, from the past, others which aren't real, from the future, a future.

I'm afraid too long has gone by and now things don't make sense anymore. I'm afraid of that possibility and of preferring not to fight that possibility. What to do? Do I stay? Do I try again knowing that there is a big window for disappointment? Do I leave it where it's at, knowing that there are so many other slices of the world to bite at? I can't help but think that freedom is absolutely necessary until I find the person I want to be tied down with and by (no sexual pun intended).

Is this it?

We've had 30 days apart and the time for a decision really is fast approaching. I have to decide: what have these 30 days done to and for me.

Don't mess with me

I miss LOST

LOST!!!! :(

Testing...1, 2...

1. Discussing the relation between  spectator and show. What are the powers of theatre? What should be the spectator's position while watching a show and what interferes in those circumstances? What are the cognitive processes involved in spectatorship? Discuss while speaking about Brecht, Artaud, Rancière , Susan Bennett (Canadian beef!) and Bruce McConachie.

2. Is the articulate puppet different than the human body? Can it perform with more grace? How do contemporary danse and theatre relate to this? Use your knowledge of Ariane Mnouchkine and Anne Teresa de Keersmaeker (Drums on the dam and Achterland).

I think it went ok.

With a little help

With a little help from my friends

What would you think if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mm, Gonna try with a little help from my friends.

What do I do when my love is away?
(does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day?
(are you sad because you're on your own?)

No, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mm, Gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.

Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mm, Gonna try with a little help from my friends.

Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love,
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends.
Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Yes, I get by with a little help from my friends,
With a little help from my friends.

Plan B

We plan and we plan and we plan. What for? Because it makes us feel more comfortable with ourselves and our lives, it gives us a sense of preparation. And yet, more often than not, shit hits the fan and all our plans go down the proverbial drain.

I wonder whether or not things would be better if we made no plans. I always doubt those people who say they make no plans, they just enjoy life and "go with the flow". Is that even possible? I wish I could do that but most of the times I tend to freak out if I can't  minimally predict what's coming my way.

Right now, I can predict. I can more or less tell what's coming. I don't necessarily like it but at least I know.

I also know that where I am is not where I once planned to be.

« HORROR » returns November 24th

HORROR or brief study on paralysis, a show produced by Colectivo 84 and created by John Romão, débuted at the National Theatre in Lisbon in June 2011.


It goes on to open in Coimbra, November 24th, at the Teatro Académico de Gil Vicente (http://www.tagv.info/) .


Come see!


Youtube preview 

Hooray for Autumn

After the indian summer, I guess it's time for autumn.

I love me some rainy days. In my head, it's time for blankets in the couch, movies on tv, baking shit... staying in and being homey.

Apparently, I might just stand alone on this one.

Literally.

Ah, os sábados à noite...

Sim, hoje foi sábado à noite.

Sábadànoite, leia-se.

E foi bommmmm..... podia ter sido melhor, mas foi bom na mesma....





Eu não estou a falar de sexo.

One step into the Otherside

I'll give it some time.

It's funny how sometimes you crave to be on the "otherside" and once you set foot there or even get a glimpse of it, you realize that it wasn't exactly what you were looking for or where you needed to be. In this case, I was given a tiny flash and got scared. It isn't for me, not just now.

Relationships are hard. When one isn't in one, one perceives relationships to be about companionship and utter happiness, loving and being loved in return. You forget or fail to realize that it is a lot like working. You have compromises to make, promises to keep, expectations to maintain. If there are feelings involved, you have a responsability, you can't quit, you can't leave.

And then, of course, comes the conflict between what you want and what you have and, hopefully, the bridge covering the gap between the two is very small. If it isn't... well... at the end of the day, the only real commitment we have is to ourselves and we can only do (and should only do) so much to accomodate others.

I'll give it some time.

To produce or not to produce?

In the 80's there was a big debate on what the author's place in theatre was. No one knew where the boundaries were drawn and whether the author should be praised as a central piece of the final product, the show itself, or just as a provider of the raw material that would later be transformed into...art.

Nowadays, that debate has been settled, in the sense that playwrights (or dramatists, for those that feel «playwright» is too shakespearean...) have gained the respect which is due. The show might be about a lot more than the just the uttered words (especially in contemporary theatre), but these remain a central piece of the play. 

However, writers must deal with the still almighty presence of the director. It was so in the 80's and it still is now. The director represents the ultimate will, that to which all must bow. The director is at the top, unless he has to obey another entity called «money» (theatre administrators, programmers, etc...). But, if given freedom in his work, the director's authority is unchallenged. 

This, I admit, really pisses me off. 

Even though I agree that there must be a central figure, someone who can coordinate, I hate the idea of a group of people following one person's whims and desires. And many directors are that kind of person... Besides, I feel that leadership always gets better results when distributed by more than one individual.

But this brings us to another question that has been coming up more and more: what, then, is the role of the producer?

If you look it up online, a theatre producer can be many things. It's hard to answer that question. He can take care of paperwork, he can take care of logistics, he can be in charge of selling plays and building tours, etc... Sometimes, he's in charge of all these things and then some. You have the creative side and the more practical side, usually done by producers and execs.

Lately, a new position has been surfacing, called the "creative producer", someone who is in charge of practical aspects but is also considered when it comes to making artistic decisions. This, I feel, is a welcome breath of fresh air in the industry as it gets rid of old restraints that don't make sense anymore. 

If aesthetics change with time, if now we are beyond modernism and entering altermodernism, maybe other things must change too, in particular, the way we perceive work methodologies.

The times, they are a-changing

It's weird to slowly discover the disadvantages of growing older. Why? Because you start understanding some of the codes that "older" people use and you realize that you were wrong and they were right. Things really are different when you leave adolescent thoughts, ideas and ideals behind.

One of the bad things is the metamorphosis that relationships go through. You want to keep them, you want to make an effort and, at the same time, the gap grows wider and wider. And the funny thing is you might feel sad because of it and still be guilty of doing the same thing., Maybe we are all noticing the differences but we find ourselves helpless before that situation. Perhaps we're not all supposed to be a happy family forever. Maybe "survival of the fittest" applies, after all.

I find myself feeling endangered in other people's lives. Sucks...

French-Canadian

My french is AWESOME!
Or not really. Time goes by and I realize that knowledge slips away unless you really hold on to it. Ten years ago I would speak and write French with such ease. Now, I make google translator my best friend.

*Sigh*