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Monday, January 04, 2010
All you need is love
(This is a very, very corny title for a post, but there we go...)
While I was taking a break from all those German translation theories I caught something on tv. A woman that had a handicaped son and felt like her world had just colapsed. Like it was all over and nothing could fix it and things would never be alright again. Her son was broken and there was no repair. And the way this was filmed (it was fiction... I'm not telling what exactly because then I'd have to put on a spoiler alert and I don't want to, so deal with it as it is) just made me mad.
Yes, people are entitled to react differently when hit by tragedy. But - being fiction - I just hated the way it was portrayed. I have a handicaped brother and it's not the end of the world. Of course a lot of times the whole situation stinks... believe me! It's a pain having someone depending on you to be fed or to have a clean dry diaper. There's no fun in canceling dinner with your friends so you can stay home and babysit. Or getting up on a sunday morning to take care of someone else's basic needs. Not that I have to do it everyday (hey, lets be honest!)...
I'm drifting... What I mean to say is: at the end of the day that disabled child that changed your whole world is still your kid. They know your voice, they smile at you, throw tantrums and have their own way of doing things. And sometimes they learn to do something new. It doesn't really matter what they can or can't do, whether they'll ever walk or be able to use a spoon - so what if they never go to college or drive a car? they can still be happy. And that laugh beats everything. Because you know that that child has everything it needs. That despite all that he is missing he can still look you in the eye and you just know that he's happy. And that's everything.
While I was taking a break from all those German translation theories I caught something on tv. A woman that had a handicaped son and felt like her world had just colapsed. Like it was all over and nothing could fix it and things would never be alright again. Her son was broken and there was no repair. And the way this was filmed (it was fiction... I'm not telling what exactly because then I'd have to put on a spoiler alert and I don't want to, so deal with it as it is) just made me mad.
Yes, people are entitled to react differently when hit by tragedy. But - being fiction - I just hated the way it was portrayed. I have a handicaped brother and it's not the end of the world. Of course a lot of times the whole situation stinks... believe me! It's a pain having someone depending on you to be fed or to have a clean dry diaper. There's no fun in canceling dinner with your friends so you can stay home and babysit. Or getting up on a sunday morning to take care of someone else's basic needs. Not that I have to do it everyday (hey, lets be honest!)...
I'm drifting... What I mean to say is: at the end of the day that disabled child that changed your whole world is still your kid. They know your voice, they smile at you, throw tantrums and have their own way of doing things. And sometimes they learn to do something new. It doesn't really matter what they can or can't do, whether they'll ever walk or be able to use a spoon - so what if they never go to college or drive a car? they can still be happy. And that laugh beats everything. Because you know that that child has everything it needs. That despite all that he is missing he can still look you in the eye and you just know that he's happy. And that's everything.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Hidding in my bunker
Dez dias. Em estado de sítio por dez dias. Uma meta de cada vez. Um teste na quarta. Uma apresentação na sexta. Escola de Musicais no sábado. Último teste na terça. E depois pausa. Portanto até lá há que dosear a energia. Maximizar o tempo. Não desesperar. Beber muito chá. Enterrar o comando da televisão. Os procedimentos normais.
Saturday, January 02, 2010
'ong ulte tswayon*
Avatar é o tipo de filme que faz bem. Que deixa uma vontade formigante de me reciclar. De sair por aí e explorar todos os músculos que tenho. Explorar o espaço. Correr. Trepar. Descobrir. De me desentoxicar. Respirar. Perder medos. Arriscar. De fazer o mesmo por dentro. Encontrar uma paz e simplicidade difícil de coadunar com a vida citadina. De renascer.
Que excelente início de ano...
*fly and blossom (na'vi)
Friday, January 01, 2010
I am the Buzz master
Nas primeiras horas de 2010 alguém resolveu ligar o Buzz e dar-me um comando para a mão. O que foi um erro. O primeiro jogo foi para aquecer, mas apartir do segundo o primeiro lugar pertencia sempre à piquena de um metro e cinquenta e quatro. Foi preciso os outros três jogadores unirem forças para arrastar o meu Napoleãozinho para segundo. Isto, meus amigos, é muito jogo de cintura ;)
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Ok, é oficial: depois de muitas experiências em projectos mais piquenos, eis senão que o próximo projecto fotográfico se estende pelo ano inteiro. Tal como tinha sido originalmente pensado. Por outras pessoas, eu só estou a usar a fórmula ;)
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