Vírgula, travessão ou parênteses?
July 16, 2017 9:32
Dad Squarisi (*)
Marcelo é arquiteto. Além de linhas e formas, preocupa-se com a língua. Não abre mão do texto nota 10 nem a pedido dos senhores do Olimpo. O perfeccionismo não se restringe a ele. Estende-se à equipe. Outro dia, a turma dava o toque final a uma proposta. Pintou, então, uma dúvida. Que sinal usar — vírgula, travessão ou parêntese? Eis o quebra-cabeça:
● Brasília, a capital do Brasil, sofre os efeitos da seca.
● Brasília — a capital do Brasil — sofre os efeitos da seca.
● Brasília (a capital do Brasil) sofre os efeitos da seca.
E daí?
As três opções estão certinhas. Mas há diferenças. Quais? Sobraram palpites. Faltaram certezas. Pra quem sabe ler, ponto é letra. A recíproca é verdadeira. Quem sabe tirar partido das manhas da língua homenageia o leitor. Dá-lhe oportunidade de ir além de orações e períodos burocraticamente corretos. Desvenda-lhe o…
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QOTSA: um minuto de “garage punk”
July 16, 2017 9:31
O Queens of the Stone Age lança no dia 25 de agosto o álbum Villains e o grupo de Josh Homme divulgou ontem o teaser com um trecho da faixa “Here. We. Come.” (vídeo abaixo), deixando à mostra um minuto de garage punk.
O aspecto que marca o porvir sonoro do QOTSA é o encontro de Dead Kennedys com garage 60, no estilo “banda de porão” que enfrenta o mainstream com distorção e rapidez. Vem coisa boa aí.
“Life is Hard” Series by Andrei Lacatusu
July 16, 2017 5:26
“Life is Hard” Series by Andrei Lacatusu
Life is hard. You know it. And talented Romanian illustrator Andrei Lacatusu knows. Inspired by this truth he created a wonderful series of illustration called “Life is Hard”. All illustrations are highly professional executed and surely worthy for your attention.
with him gone
July 16, 2017 5:25
those days
still
sometimes
stand and stare
and
wonder where
to go
after
i gave them
mercy
as i
swept them
away,
like cobwebs
in the corners
on a hot summer day,
blowing in the breeze
from a window fan
dangling
and
dancing
in the wind
no more.
Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head / and pretend that he just doesn’t see?
July 16, 2017 5:25
Growing up in Harpswell, Maine, I was always conscious of the wind. The Atlantic Ocean was our front yard, and our house was completely exposed. Even playing in the woods as a child, I thought the wind was trying to tell me something. I first heard Bob Dylan’s “Blowin’ in the Wind” in 1973, during my last year in high school. Someone played it for me. Even though the song had come out 10 years earlier, when I was 7, I never owned the record as a young person. I didn’t have the money, and I didn’t have anything to play the record on.
As a child, I sensed the wind had a restless, secretive quality. The song’s argument that the answers to life’s vexing questions are blowing around in the wind and that you just have to listen to hear them resonated with me.
From the start…
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