tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-309437572024-03-14T06:57:48.495+00:00malaguetaIsto é a impossibilidade da existência de tudomalaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.comBlogger240125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-27158329374769293462010-08-02T18:51:00.000+01:002010-08-02T18:51:48.768+01:00The Story of Bottled Water (2010)<object style="background-image: url("http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/Se12y9hSOM0/hqdefault.jpg");" height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Se12y9hSOM0&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Se12y9hSOM0&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"></embed></object>malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-2496543202692375662010-06-24T22:45:00.000+01:002010-06-24T22:45:30.642+01:00Badly Drawn Boy - Disillusion<object style="background-image: url("http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/B11msns6wPU/hqdefault.jpg");" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B11msns6wPU&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B11msns6wPU&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><b>"Disillusion"</b><br /><br /> Seems you created your own illusion<br />Fuelled by an image of me<br />Well I couldn't stay at your side<br />It wouldn't be right<br />A picture that I just don't see<br /><br />Why do you have to make it so complicated<br />Can't it just be beautiful<br />I don't want to stifle your flight<br />I didn't mean to fall in love<br /><br />Always in pursuit of the perfect people<br />Oh and I can see that it shows<br />But there's just an innocence in you I wanna wring out<br />I know it could be beautiful<br /><br />But I don't want a part ofsome situation<br />I don't want to be in that boat<br />I don't want to stifle your flight<br />I didn't mean to fall in love<br /><br />Seems you created your own illusion<br />Fuelled by an image of me<br />Well I couldn't stay at your side<br />It wouldn't be right<br />A picture that I just don't seemalaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-57192809288465750682010-05-14T20:53:00.000+01:002010-05-14T20:53:08.295+01:00The Kills - Last Day of Magic<object style="background-image: url("http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/JkEwk7wZVV8/hqdefault.jpg");" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JkEwk7wZVV8&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JkEwk7wZVV8&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />We’re two parties<br />Two parties ending<br /><br />What if you move<br />What if you hide<br />There's only so much you can miss<br />Before we both collide<br /><br />My little tornado<br />My little hurricano<br />Last day of magic<br />Where are you<br />My little tornado<br />My little hurricano<br /><br />We’re two parties<br />Two parties ending<br /><br />I'll be the man with the broom<br />If you'll be the guts of the room<br />And there's only so much you can hide<br />Before I corner you<br /><br />Last day of magic<br />Where are you<br />My little tornado<br />My little hurricano<br />Last day of magic<br />Coming through<br />The eye of the storm<br />And I hold on to<br />My little tornado<br />My little hurricano<br /><br />I'll be the man with the broom<br />If you'll be the guts of the room<br />And there's only so much you can hide<br />Before I corner you<br /><br />Last day of magic<br />Put a hole right through<br />The eye of the storm<br />In a single room<br />My little tornado<br />My little hurricano<br /><br />Calvary come<br />Calvary go<br />Calvary leave me alone<br />My little serenade - oh<br />My little co-cocaine - oh<br /><br />Last day of magic<br />Where are you<br />My little tornado<br />My little hurricanomalaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-49686381457449085632010-05-13T15:19:00.000+01:002010-05-13T15:19:13.790+01:00Aldo Leopold Nature Center - Foxfires & Fireflies<object style="background-image: url("http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/9RiKzl9r134/hqdefault.jpg");" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9RiKzl9r134&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9RiKzl9r134&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object>malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-35984984060769023732010-05-13T03:01:00.000+01:002010-05-13T03:01:20.847+01:00Betty Davis - Anti Love Song<object style="background-image: url("http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/47SmMvuS9Dg/hqdefault.jpg");" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/47SmMvuS9Dg&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/47SmMvuS9Dg&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />No I don't want love you,<br />'cos I know who you are,<br />That's why I've been staying away from you,<br />That is why I ever call,<br />Huummm, I know that you could possess my body,<br />And I know you could make me scrawl<br />I know you'd have me shaken,<br />Have me climbing the wall<br />That's why I don't wanna' love you<br /><br />'cos I know how you are<br />Sure you say you're right on and your righteous, girl<br />Come with me, I know you'd be right off<br />'cos I know you could possess my body,<br />I know you could make me crawl,<br />And just as hard as I fall for you girl,<br />Well you know you would fall for me harder<br />That's why I don't want to love you<br /><br />'cos I know what you would do to my heart<br />You scourge me like a hot iron,<br />Leave me whining all alone in the dark,<br />'cos I know that you would make me suffer<br />I know that you would drive me wild (that's right) wild<br />You would take me in a circle<br />And when it gather you, I know you'd disappear<br />That's why I don't wanna' love you<br /><br />'cos I know you like to be in charge,<br />And with me you know you can't control me, baby,<br />'cos you know you drive your car<br />I have you eating your ego (I don't think so !!)<br />I'd make it pocket your pride, oh no<br />And just as hard as I've been loving you,<br />Well you know you'd be loving me harder<br /><br />That's why I ain't gonna' love you<br /><br />That's why I don't wanna love you<br />No I don't want to love you<br />No I don't want to love you<br />No I don't want to love you<br />No I don't want to love you<br />No I don't want to love you<br />No I don't want to love you<br />No I don't want to love you<div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><br /></div>malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-25154302271532467752010-05-09T22:32:00.000+01:002010-05-09T22:32:24.118+01:00The xx - Crystalised<object style="background-image: url("http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/Pib8eYDSFEI/hqdefault.jpg");" height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pib8eYDSFEI&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pib8eYDSFEI&hl=en_US&fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"></embed></object><br /><br />You've applied the pressure<br />To have me crystallized<br />And you've got the faith<br />That I could bring paradise<br /><br />I'll forgive and forget<br />Before I'm paralyzed<br />Do I have to keep up the pace<br />To keep you satisfied<br /><br />Things have gotten closer to the sun<br />And I've done things in small doses<br />So don't think that I'm pushing you away<br />When you're the one that I've kept closest<br /><br /><br />You don't move slow<br />Taking steps in my directions<br />The sound resounds, echo<br />Does it lesson your affection<br />No<br /><br />You say I'm foolish<br />For pushing this aside<br />But burn down our home<br />I won't leave alive<br /><br />Glaciers have melted to the sea<br />I wish the tide would take me over<br />I've been down on my knees<br />And you just keep on getting closer<br /><br /><br />Glaciers have melted to the sea (Things have gotten closer to the sun)<br />I wish the tide would take me over (And I've done things in small doses)<br />I've been down onto my knees (So don't think that I'm pushing you away)<br />And you just keep on getting closer (When you're the one that I've kept closest)<br /><br />Go slow<br />Go slow<br /><br />Go slow<br />Go slow<br /><br />Go slowmalaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-7299988252240940442009-09-02T08:38:00.001+01:002009-09-02T08:40:24.452+01:00message to self: quit the crap, paint the town red<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Juwo4TmqPxI&hl=pt-br&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Juwo4TmqPxI&hl=pt-br&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Tightly I hold her<br />Closer to my heart<br />I'm certain when I squeeze her<br /> For total love she'll sacrifice<br /><br />You're the reasons to live<br />Your wish is your command<br />A simple flick of the wrist<br />Could simply be the end<br /><br />I heard rumors of a loaded gun<br />(Paint the town red)<br />Vicious rumours of a loaded gun<br />(Paint the town red)<br /><br />She blows you powdered kisses<br />The kind that break your heart<br />Last night things got crazed<br />She went off, off on memalaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-5100297160289812502009-09-02T08:05:00.002+01:002009-09-02T08:23:20.537+01:00baralhaçãoolho para o ecrã vazio.<br />apetece-me estar ali outra vez, definitivamente.<br />acredito que a minha intuição não me engana.<br />sei que os meus desejos atrapalham o caminho.<br />os caminhos cruzam-se.<br />os acasos acontecem.<br />surpreende-me.<br />sorri, e lembra-me do que disseste<br />não faz mal eu estou aqui.<br />olho para ti.<br />olhas para mim.<br />estamos aqui os dois.<br />continuamos aqui.malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-37938722939230107652009-07-02T17:02:00.001+01:002009-07-02T17:02:50.344+01:00forwards II<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVbWOG3LlX8&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tVbWOG3LlX8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />is this for real???malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-75020797344313858872009-07-02T16:42:00.004+01:002009-07-02T16:55:33.465+01:00ficção #4 - alice ao portão<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkzVty17-uI/AAAAAAAAAXY/srQap55xGYc/s1600-h/AlicesAdventuresInWonderlandTitlePage.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkzVty17-uI/AAAAAAAAAXY/srQap55xGYc/s320/AlicesAdventuresInWonderlandTitlePage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353889039755508450" border="0" /></a>a alice ao portão<br />nunca pensou que ele lhe desse a mão<br />mas naquele dia quando se viu<br />no meio da confusão<br />disse logo muito depressa<br />ai que grande desilusão!<br />assim que o disse calou-se<br />e a boca com as mãos tapou<br />mal sabia ela<br />o impacto que ficou...<br />mais adiante na estória,<br />depois de muito ouvir<br />resolveu pedir à glória<br />mais comprimidos para dormir.<br />assim ficou a sonhar<br />sem sentir a confusão<br />com o que havia de ganhar<br />assim que investisse o primeiro tostão.<br />neste conto pequenino<br />ninguém irá levar a mal<br />um amigo canino<br />a dar à cauda no canal.<br />nem sei porque é que ainda aqui estou<br />aguardando a tua chegada<br />mais vale desligar isto<br />do que fazer uma cagada.malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-49062560953000153002009-07-02T16:11:00.003+01:002009-07-02T16:40:21.671+01:00am i ever gonna change<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkzUErv3tJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_9VWW8c0jIQ/s1600-h/paige%2Bcartoon1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkzUErv3tJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_9VWW8c0jIQ/s320/paige%2Bcartoon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353887233964749970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />tenho comichões e fico sem posição cada vez que uma pessoa daquelas me aparece pela frente...<br /><br />caracteristicas: geralmente bastante atentos (ou a fingir que não), observam/escutam tudo até ao tutano e registam. no momento seguinte (que pode variar: minutos, horas dias...) vomitam uma versão "melhorada"/"adaptada" como se inclusivamente tivessem registado a patente anos antes.<br /><br />exemplo mais ridiculo:<br /><br />malagueta - e se fossemos ao cinema? bla bla bla tarantino, bla bla bla lynch...<br /><br />resposta típica 1 - (empurrando a cabeça para o lado direito e encolhendo os ombros) hum.<br />resposta tipica 2 - vi à semanas um livro do mapplethorpe, já tens?<br />resposta tipica 3 - (sem resposta)<br /><br />10 minutos depois...<br /><br />proposta - estava aqui a pensar... e se fossemos ao cinema? bla bla bla lynch e tarantino, bla bla bla...<br /><br />malagueta - humph. (enquanto cerra o punho esquerdo)malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-25182788740318506732009-07-02T07:53:00.004+01:002009-07-02T08:42:00.852+01:00caixote de livros 003<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkxZh1MixbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Hy9c7DR8DaI/s1600-h/9781590173138.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkxZh1MixbI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Hy9c7DR8DaI/s320/9781590173138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353752494786921906" border="0" /></a><br /><h1 id="firstHeading" class="firstHeading">Masanobu Fukuoka</h1> <h3 id="siteSub">From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia</h3> <!-- start content --> <table style="border: 1px solid rgb(0-0-0); margin: 0.5em 0pt 0.8em 1.4em; padding: 4px; background: rgb(0-0-0) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; width: 28%; font-size: 90%; float: right; clear: right; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4"> <tbody><tr> <td style="text-align: left;"> <div style="">...if modern agriculture continues to follow the path it's on now, it's finished. The food-growing situation may seem to be in good shape today, but that's just an illusion based on the current availability of petroleum fuels. All the wheat, corn, and other crops that are produced on big American farms may be alive and growing, but they're not products of real nature or real agriculture. They're manufactured rather than grown. The earth isn't producing those things... petroleum is!</div> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="">—Masanobu Fukuoka, </span><i style="">Mother Earth News</i> interview, 1982<sup id="cite_ref-plowboy_0-0" class="reference"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Masanobu_Fukuoka#cite_note-plowboy-0"><span>[</span>1<span>]</span></a></sup></div> </td> </tr> </tbody></table> <p><b>Masanobu Fukuoka</b> (福岡 正信 <i>Fukuoka Masanobu</i> <span class="mw-formatted-date" title="1913-02-02"><span class="mw-formatted-date" title="02-02"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February_2" title="February 2">February 2</a></span>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1913" title="1913">1913</a></span> – <span class="mw-formatted-date" title="2008-08-16"><span class="mw-formatted-date" title="08-16"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/August_16" title="August 16">August 16</a></span>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008" title="2008">2008</a></span>) author of <i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_One-Straw_Revolution" title="The One-Straw Revolution">The One-Straw Revolution</a></i>, <i>The Road Back to Nature</i> and <i>The Natural Way Of Farming</i>, was one of the pioneers of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No-till_farming" title="No-till farming">no-till</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cereal" title="Cereal">grain</a> cultivation. His system is referred to as "natural farming", <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_Nothing_Farming" title="Do Nothing Farming">Fukuoka Farming</a>, or the Fukuoka Method.</p><script type="text/javascript">//<![CDATA[ if (window.showTocToggle) { var tocShowText = "show"; var tocHideText = "hide"; showTocToggle(); } //]]> </script> <p><a name="Background" id="Background"></a></p> <h2><span class="editsection"></span> <span class="mw-headline">Background</span></h2> <p>Trained as a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microbiology" title="Microbiology">microbiologist</a> in his native <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan" title="Japan">Japan</a>, he began his career as a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soil" title="Soil">soil</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scientist" title="Scientist">scientist</a> specializing in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plant" title="Plant">plant</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pathology" title="Pathology">pathology</a>. At age 25, he began to doubt the wisdom of modern <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agricultural_science" title="Agricultural science">agricultural science</a>. He eventually quit his job as a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Research" title="Research">research</a> scientist, and returned to his family's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farm" title="Farm">farm</a> on the island of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shikoku" title="Shikoku">Shikoku</a> in Southern Japan to grow <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Organic_farming" title="Organic farming">organic</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mikan" title="Mikan">mikans</a>. From that point on he devoted his life to developing a unique small scale <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Organic_farming" title="Organic farming">organic farming</a> system that does not require <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weeding" title="Weeding" class="mw-redirect">weeding</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pesticide" title="Pesticide">pesticide</a> or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fertilizer" title="Fertilizer">fertilizer</a> applications, or <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No-till_farming" title="No-till farming">tilling</a>.</p> <p>The timing and circumstances of Fukuoka's conversion from Western agricultural science, parallels the new movement in the 1940s to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Organic_farming" title="Organic farming">organic farming</a> and gardening in Europe and the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States" title="United States">US</a>, led by pioneers like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Eve_Balfour" title="Lady Eve Balfour">Lady Eve Balfour</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sir_Albert_Howard" title="Sir Albert Howard" class="mw-redirect">Sir Albert Howard</a>, and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J.I._Rodale" title="J.I. Rodale" class="mw-redirect">J.I. Rodale</a> (founder of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodale_Press" title="Rodale Press" class="mw-redirect">Rodale Press</a>). However Fukuoka himself believed that he was going a step further than organic farming:</p> <p>"The problem, however, is that most people do not yet understand the distinction between organic gardening and natural farming. Both scientific agriculture and organic farming are basically scientific in their approach. The boundary between the two is not clear." (<i>The Road Back to Nature</i> page 363)</p> <p>At age 92, Fukuoka still managed to lecture when he could, such as at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expo_2005" title="Expo 2005">Expo 2005</a> in <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aichi_Prefecture" title="Aichi Prefecture">Aichi Prefecture</a>, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japan" title="Japan">Japan</a>. Fukuoka died on August the 16th 2008, at the age of 95.</p> <p><a name="Technique" id="Technique"></a></p> <h2><span class="editsection"></span> <span class="mw-headline">Technique</span></h2> <p>Fukuoka practices a system of farming he refers to as "natural farming." Although some of his practices are specific to Japan, the governing philosophy of his method has successfully been applied around the world. In <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/India" title="India">India</a>, natural farming is often referred to as "Rishi Kheti."</p> <p>The essence of Fukuoka's method is to reproduce natural conditions as closely as possible. There is no <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plow" title="Plow" class="mw-redirect">plowing</a>, as the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seed" title="Seed">seed</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Germination" title="Germination">germinates</a> quite happily on the surface if the right conditions are provided. There is also considerable emphasis on maintaining <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biodiversity" title="Biodiversity">diversity</a>. A ground cover of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_clover" title="White clover" class="mw-redirect">white clover</a> grows under the grain plants to provide <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nitrogen" title="Nitrogen">nitrogen</a>. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weed" title="Weed">Weeds</a> (and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daikon" title="Daikon">Daikons</a>) are also considered part of the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecosystem" title="Ecosystem">ecosystem</a>, periodically cut and allowed to lie on the surface so the nutrients they contain are returned to the soil. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duck" title="Duck">Ducks</a> are let into the grain plot, and specific <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Insectivore" title="Insectivore">insectivorous</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carp" title="Carp">carp</a> into the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rice_paddy" title="Rice paddy" class="mw-redirect">rice paddy</a> at certain times of the year to eat <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slug" title="Slug">slugs</a> and other <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pest_%28animal%29" title="Pest (animal)" class="mw-redirect">pests</a>.</p> <p>The ground is always covered. As well as the clover and weeds, there is the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Straw" title="Straw">straw</a> from the previous <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agriculture" title="Agriculture">crop</a>, which is used as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mulch" title="Mulch">mulch</a>, and each grain crop is sown before the previous one is harvested. This is done by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broadcast_seeding" title="Broadcast seeding">broadcasting</a> the seed among the standing crop. Also he re-introduced the ancient technique of <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seed_ball" title="Seed ball">seed balls</a></b> (粘土団子,土団子,土だんご,Tsuchi Dango (Earth Dumpling). The seed for next season's crop is mixed with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clay" title="Clay">clay</a>, compost, and sometimes manure, and formed into small balls. The result is a denser crop of smaller but highly productive and stronger plants.</p> <p>Fukuoka's method and philosophy is about small scale farming, yet he claims "<i>With this kind of farming, which uses no machines, no prepared fertilizer and no chemicals, it is possible to attain a harvest equal to or greater than that of the average Japanese farm.</i>" (The one-straw revolution page 3).</p> <p><a name="Quotes" id="Quotes"></a></p> <h2><span class="editsection"></span> <span class="mw-headline">Quotes</span></h2> <p>"If we throw mother nature out the window, she comes back in the door with a pitchfork."</p> <p>"When a decision is made to cope with the symptoms of a problem, it is generally assumed that the corrective measures will solve the problem itself. They seldom do. Engineers cannot seem to get this through their heads. These countermeasures are all based on too narrow a definition of what is wrong. Human measures and countermeasures proceed from limited scientific truth and judgment. A true solution can never come about in this way."</p> <p>"Natural farming is not just for growing crops, it is for the cultivation and perfection of human beings.</p> <p>"Giving up your ego is the shortest way to unification with nature."</p>malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-31617277365948721752009-07-02T07:48:00.003+01:002009-07-02T08:33:21.488+01:00caixote de livros 002<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkxY378wwbI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Zuc6O_-62p4/s1600-h/Book_WalkingSacredL.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkxY378wwbI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Zuc6O_-62p4/s320/Book_WalkingSacredL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353751775045271986" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"><b><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" >My work began with the labyrinth in 1991 and since that time, my gifts in public speaking, leading workshops and guiding others have been able to come into the world in new ways due to this life-changing practice. Over the years, I’ve come to understand the labyrinth in many ways. I’ve lectured on it as a walking meditation, a path of prayer and a dynamic tool of manifestation. It certainly is a watering hole for the Spirit. The labyrinth meets you where you are, gives you what you need and connects you to an invisible web of relationships that opens you to be of service to others and to the planet. The labyrinth has been a major force of change in my life and I choose to be part of the invisible web of people in service to others and to our ailing planet.</span></b></span></div>malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-20618928501155590442009-07-02T07:42:00.003+01:002009-07-02T07:48:04.726+01:00caixote de livros 001<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkxW-Hffq-I/AAAAAAAAAW4/EWF8-Gg2mFc/s1600-h/29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkxW-Hffq-I/AAAAAAAAAW4/EWF8-Gg2mFc/s320/29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353749682199702498" border="0" /></a><br /><h1 id="firstHeading" class="firstHeading">Fritjof Capra</h1> <h3 id="siteSub">Origem: Wikipédia, a enciclopédia livre.</h3> <div id="jump-to-nav">Ir para: <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fritjof_Capra#column-one">navegação</a>, <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fritjof_Capra#searchInput">pesquisa</a></div> <!-- start content --> <p><b>Fritjof Capra</b> (<a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%81ustria" title="Áustria">Áustria</a>, <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/1939" title="1939">1939</a> - ) é um <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/F%C3%ADsica" title="Física">físico</a> teórico e <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escritor" title="Escritor">escritor</a> que desenvolve trabalho na promoção da educação <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecologia" title="Ecologia">ecológica</a>.</p> <p>Capra recebeu, em 1966, seu doutorado em física teórica pela Universidade de <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viena" title="Viena">Viena</a> e tem dado palestras e escrito extensamente sobre as aplicações filosóficas da nova ciência. Atualmente vive com a esposa e a filha em <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berkeley_%28Calif%C3%B3rnia%29" title="Berkeley (Califórnia)">Berkeley</a>, <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Calif%C3%B3rnia" title="Califórnia">Califórnia</a>, onde é o diretor do centro de educação <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecologia" title="Ecologia">ecológica</a>.</p> <p>Capra tornou-se mundialmente famoso com seu <i>O Tao da física</i>, traduzido para vários idiomas. Nele, traça um paralelo entre a física moderna (relatividade, física quântica, física das partículas) e as filosofias e pensamentos orientais tradicionais, como o <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tao" title="Tao">tao</a>ísta de <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lao_Ts%C3%A9" title="Lao Tsé" class="mw-redirect">Lao Tsé</a>, o Budismo (incluindo o zen) e o Hinduismo. Surgido nos <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anos_70" title="Anos 70" class="mw-redirect">anos 70</a>, <i>O Tao da física</i> busca os pontos comuns entre as abordagens oriental e ocidental da realidade. Recibido com enormes críticas pelo campo ortodoxo tanto da religião, quanto das ditas ciências atuais, as quais desprovaram das prospostas de Capra em seu livro.</p> <p>Outro livro seu tornou-se referência para o <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pensamento_sist%C3%AAmico" title="Pensamento sistêmico">pensamento sistêmico</a>: <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Ponto_de_Muta%C3%A7%C3%A3o" title="O Ponto de Mutação">O Ponto de Mutação</a>, cujo nome foi extraído de um hexagrama do <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Ching" title="I Ching">I Ching</a>. Nele Capra compara o pensamento <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ren%C3%A9_Descartes" title="René Descartes">cartesiano</a>, reducionista, modelo para o <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%A9todo_cient%C3%ADfico" title="Método científico">método científico</a> desenvolvido nos últimos séculos, e o <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paradigma" title="Paradigma">paradigma</a> emergente do <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/S%C3%A9culo_XX" title="Século XX">século XX</a>, <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holismo" title="Holismo">holista</a> ou <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pensamento_sist%C3%AAmico" title="Pensamento sistêmico">sistêmico</a> (que vê o todo como indissociável, de modo que o estudo das partes não permite conhecer o funcionamento do <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Organismo" title="Organismo">organismo</a>), em vários campos da cultura ocidental atual, como a <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medicina" title="Medicina">medicina</a>, a <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biologia" title="Biologia">biologia</a>, a <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psicologia" title="Psicologia">psicologia</a> e a <a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Economia" title="Economia">economia</a>.</p> <p><a name="Livros" id="Livros"></a></p> <h2><span class="editsection"></span> <span class="mw-headline">Livros</span></h2> <ul><li><b><a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_Tao_da_f%C3%ADsica" title="O Tao da física">O Tao da Física</a></b> / <i>The Tao of Physics</i> (1975)</li><li><b><a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/O_ponto_de_muta%C3%A7%C3%A3o" title="O ponto de mutação" class="mw-redirect">O Ponto de Mutação</a></b> / <i>The Turning Point</i> (1982)</li><li><b>Sabedoria Incomum</b> / <i>Uncommon Wisdom</i> (1988), um livro excepcional com idéias contemporâneas sobre ciência, metafísica, religião, filosofia e saúde.</li><li><b>Pertencendo ao Universo</b> / <i>Belonging to the universe: Explorations on the frontiers of science and spirituality</i> (1991), livro que recebeu o American Book Award em 1992.</li><li><b><a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_teia_da_vida" title="A teia da vida">A Teia da Vida - Uma Nova Compreensão Científica dos Sistemas Vivos</a></b> / <i>The Web of Life - A New Scientific Understanding of Living Systems</i> (1996)</li><li><b>As Conexões Ocultas - Ciência para uma Vida Sustentável</b> (2002)</li><li><b><a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=A_ci%C3%AAncia_de_Leonardo_da_Vinci&action=edit&redlink=1" class="new" title="A ciência de Leonardo da Vinci (página não existe)">A Ciência de Leonardo Da Vinci</a></b></li></ul> <p><a name="Liga.C3.A7.C3.B5es_externas" id="Liga.C3.A7.C3.B5es_externas"></a></p> <h2><span class="editsection"></span><span class="mw-headline">Ligações externas</span></h2><div class="noprint" style="border: 1px solid rgb(170, 170, 170); margin: 0pt 0pt 1em 1em; padding: 2px; background: rgb(249, 249, 249) none repeat scroll 0% 0%; clear: right; font-size: 90%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 250px; text-align: center; float: right;"> <div style="float: left; vertical-align: middle;"> <div class="floatnone"><a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ficheiro:Wikiquote-logo.svg" class="image" title="Wikiquote"><br /></a></div> </div></div> <ul><li><a href="http://www.fritjofcapra.net/" class="external text" title="http://www.fritjofcapra.net/" rel="nofollow"><b>Fritjof Capra</b> Home Page</a></li></ul>malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-71310765244267294182009-07-02T07:37:00.000+01:002009-07-02T07:39:03.614+01:00dia oficial de recepção de cromos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkxVzn0LMgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/BXyeufHyQW4/s1600-h/Cromos2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkxVzn0LMgI/AAAAAAAAAWw/BXyeufHyQW4/s320/Cromos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353748402386186754" border="0" /></a>malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-4206277867609073942009-07-01T11:02:00.004+01:002009-07-02T08:50:13.242+01:00the love series #3 e suspiro... (parte V)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/Sks01b6N_xI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Mx2l-HJJZTc/s1600-h/4710_95655754788_574684788_2718807_2825800_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/Sks01b6N_xI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Mx2l-HJJZTc/s320/4710_95655754788_574684788_2718807_2825800_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353430674689621778" border="0" /></a><br /><br />pursuit of happiness, NB<br /><br />So you got to go, but you don't know where<br />All that you know, is you can't stay here<br />What's left to do, wish you the best<br />In your pursuit of happiness<br />You say it's not me, it's just you<br />I'm the only one, in the room<br />Asking myself why you have left<br />In your pursuit of happiness<br />Happy Happy Happiness<br />Asking myself why you have left<br />In your pursuit of happiness<br />Pursuit of happiness<br />All the papers read<br />Happiness is fled<br />Known accomplice to the sad<br />I hope you find what you're looking for<br />Your piece of mind, I want nothing more<br />Lost somewhere over the rainbows end<br />In your pursuit of happiness<br />Happy Happy Happiness<br />Lost somewhere over the rainbows end<br />A man in a suit of happiness<br />Pursuit of happiness<br />All the papers read<br />Happiness has fled<br />Attempted fraud astrology<br />Is everybody happy<br />Is everybody happy<br />Smile everybody happiness<br />Is everybody happy<br />Is everybody happy<br />Smile everybody happiness<br />Time can move fast now that you're gone<br />Can't dwell on the past, what's done is done<br />Starting over again, more or less<br />In my pursuit of happiness<br />Starting over again, more or less<br />In my pursuit of happinessmalaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-63034409069469119222009-06-26T08:57:00.003+01:002009-07-02T09:42:40.833+01:00um a menos... bye bye jacko<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkSAF1XcCUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mIU3LzMX8y8/s1600-h/michael_jackson_-_invincible.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkSAF1XcCUI/AAAAAAAAAWg/mIU3LzMX8y8/s320/michael_jackson_-_invincible.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351543094936078658" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"></span>I remember Pierre Klossowski 25 years ago defining Michael Jackson as an "androgine social", the total andrgyne: he was both black and white, a child and an adult, a man and a woman, a street kid and a multi-millionnaire, a bum and a socialite, a conservative and a radical, sick and healthy, manic and depressed. Now we can add: denounced and deified, dead and alive.</h3>Vasco Pimentel @ facebookmalaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-68127504854142453932009-06-23T18:01:00.007+01:002009-07-02T08:37:41.122+01:00forwards I<a style="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkELJaytESI/AAAAAAAAAWY/SSekxOAVlYc/s1600-h/JoshuaBell460.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkELJaytESI/AAAAAAAAAWY/SSekxOAVlYc/s320/JoshuaBell460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350570088731578658" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">Washington DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approx 2 thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 mins a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">4 mins later:</span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">the violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the till and, without stopping, continued to walk.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">6 minutes:</span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">A</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">his</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">watch and started to walk again.</span></span></p> <p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">10 minutes:</span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">A</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">3 year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly, as the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception, forced them to move on.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">45 minutes:</span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">The</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">musician played.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">Only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace.<br />He collected $32.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">1 hour:</span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.</span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><span> </span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">where the seats averaged $100.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=""><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities. The questions raised: in a common place environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?<br /><br />One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be:<br /><br />If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ....</span></span> </p> <p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="">How many other things are we missing?</span></span> </p>malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-43337982507696447112009-06-23T17:58:00.003+01:002009-06-23T18:00:49.373+01:00the world awaits (d'après burton)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkEJuoY0hgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pKkpHZs1LAI/s1600-h/aliceusatoday5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SkEJuoY0hgI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/pKkpHZs1LAI/s320/aliceusatoday5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350568529013016066" border="0" /></a><br />estou ao portão.malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-560309537587693972009-05-28T12:40:00.003+01:002009-05-28T12:52:26.310+01:00a natureza contra-ataca<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/Sh56rNQy2lI/AAAAAAAAAWI/iosUmlONQOw/s1600-h/NatureStrikesBack.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/Sh56rNQy2lI/AAAAAAAAAWI/iosUmlONQOw/s320/NatureStrikesBack.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340841090821053010" border="0" /></a><br />Milhares e milhares de hectares de terra previamente cultivada com soja Roundup Ready da Monsanto estão a ser abandonadas pelos agricultores americanos.<br />Razão: Uma variedade de amaranto que se tornou super-resistente ao herbicida Roundup, tomou conta desses terrenos e tornou impossível cultivar neles o que quer que seja. O amaranto é uma planta alta e com raízes profundíssimas, que só pode ser eliminada com muito trabalho manual. A ironia maior é que o amaranto é igualmente das plantas mais nutritivas que existem - era um dos principais alimentos dos Incas - devido à sua profusa produção de grãos (sementes) altamente proteicos e às suas folhas riquíssimas em nutrientes. E não precisa de fertilizantes, pesticidas ou água (tal como o cânhamo).<br />Como gesto de paz a mãe natureza envia-nos uma "praga" que é um super-alimento para que deixemos de cultivar soja transgénica.<br />Mas o que acontece? Em vez de se prestar atenção à mensagem, milhares de hectares cheios de alimento que não custou absolutamente nada a cultivar são abandonados em vez de aproveitados. De seguida ainda inventam um vírus transgénico qualquer que destrua o amaranto. Afinal quem é que quer alimento gratuito que não dê dinheiro às agroquímicas?<br />E depois diz-se que precisamos de OGMs para alimentar os famintos. Haverá mentira mais descarada?<br /><br />....................................................<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Effet boomerang chez Monsanto, le géant des OGM !!<br /><br /><br /><br />Une super nouvelle pour la terre et pour la liberté de culture: Monsanto n'est pas le plus fort ... la nature lui fait un pied de nez!<br />Effet boomerang chez Monsanto :<br />Aux États-Unis, cinq mille hectares de culture de soja transgénique ont du être abandonnés par les agriculteurs et cinquante mille autres sont gravement menacés. Cette panique est due à une « mauvaise » herbe qui a décidé de s´opposer au géant Monsanto, connu pour être le plus grand prédateur de la Terre. Insolente, cette plante mutante prolifère et défie le Roundup, l´herbicide total à base de glyphosphate, auquel nulle « mauvaise herbe ne résiste ».<br />Quand la nature reprend le dessus.<br />C´est en 2004, qu´un agriculteur de Macon, en Géorgie, ville située à environ 130 kilomètres d´Atlanta, remarqua que certaines pousses d´amarantes résistaient au Roundup dont il arrosait ses cultures de soja.<br />Les champs victimes de cette envahissante mauvaise herbe ont été ensemencés avec des graines Roundup Ready, qui comportent une semence ayant reçu un gène de résistance au Roundup auquel nulle « mauvaise herbe ne résiste ».<br />Depuis cette époque, la situation s´est aggravée et le phénomène s'est étendu à d'autres états, Caroline du Sud, et du Nord, Arkansas, Tennessee et Missouri. Selon un groupe de scientifiques du Centre for Ecology and Hydrology, organisation britannique située à Winfrith, dans le Dorset, il y aurait eu un transfert de gènes entre la plante OGM et certaines herbes indésirables, comme l´amarante. Ce constat contredit les affirmations péremptoires et optimistes des défenseurs des OGM qui prétendaient et persistent à affirmer qu'une hybridation entre une plante génétiquement modifiée et une plante non-modifiée est tout simplement « impossible ».<br />Pour le généticien britannique Brian Johnson, spécialisé dans les problèmes liés à l´agriculture : « Il suffit d´un seul croisement réussi sur plusieurs millions de possibilités. Dès qu´elle est créée, la nouvelle plante possède un avantage sélectif énorme, et elle se multiplie rapidement. L´herbicide puissant utilisé ici, à base de glyphosphate et d´ammonium, a exercé sur les plantes une pression énorme qui a encore accru la vitesse d´adaptation. » Ainsi, un gène de résistance aux herbicides a, semble-t-il, donné naissance à une plante hybride issue d´un saut entre la graine qu´il est censé protéger et l´amarante, devenue impossible à éliminer.<br />La seule solution est d´arracher les mauvaises herbes à la main, comme on le faisait autrefois, mais ce n´est pas toujours possible étant donné l´étendue des cultures. En outre, ces herbes, profondément enracinées sont très difficiles à arracher et 5 000 hectares ont été tout simplement abandonnés.<br />Nombre de cultivateurs envisagent de renoncer aux OGM et de revenir à une agriculture traditionnelle, d´autant que les plants OGM coûtent de plus en plus cher et la rentabilité est primordiale pour ce genre d´agriculture. Ainsi Alan Rowland, producteur et marchand de semences de soja à Dudley, dans le Missouri, affirme que plus personne ne lui demande de graines Monsanto de type Roundup Ready alors que ces derniers temps, ce secteur représentait 80 % de son commerce. Aujourd´hui, les graines OGM ont disparu de son catalogue et la demande de graines traditionnelles augmente sans cesse.<br />Déjà, le 25 juillet 2005, The Guardian publiait un article de Paul Brown qui révélait que des gènes modifiés de céréales avaient transité vers des plantes sauvages, créant ainsi une « supergraine » résistante aux herbicides, croisement « inconcevable » par les scientifiques du ministère de l´environnement. Depuis 2008, les media agricoles américains rapportent de plus en plus de cas de résistance et le gouvernement des États-Unis a pratiqué d´importantes coupes budgétaires qui ont contraint le Ministère de l´Agriculture à réduire, puis arrêter certaines de ses activités.<br />Plante diabolique ou plante sacrée<br />Il est amusant de constater que cette plante, « diabolique » aux yeux de l´agriculture génétique, est une plante sacrée pour les Incas. Elle fait partie des aliments les plus anciens du monde. Chaque plante produit en moyenne 12 000 graines par an, et les feuilles, plus riches en protéines que le soja, contiennent des vitamines A et C et des sels minéraux.<br />Ainsi ce boomerang, renvoyé par la nature sur Monsanto, non seulement neutralise ce prédateur, mais installe dans des lieux une plante qui pourra nourrir l´humanité en cas de famine. Elle supporte la plupart des climats, aussi bien les régions sèches que les zones de mousson et les hautes terres tropicales et n´a de problèmes ni avec les insectes ni avec les maladies, donc n´aura jamais besoin de produits chimiques.<br />Ainsi, « la marante » affronte le très puissant Monsanto, comme David s´opposa à Goliath. Et tout le monde sait comment se termina le combat, pourtant bien inégal ! Si ces phénomènes se reproduisent en quantité suffisante, ce qui semble programmé, Monsanto n´aura bientôt plus qu´à mettre la clé sous la porte. À part ses salariés, qui plaindra vraiment cette entreprise funèbre ?malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-37047577243756325212009-05-28T01:30:00.002+01:002009-05-28T01:35:45.908+01:00facebooking @ santa maria...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/Sh3cNBEWeEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/naSqBAHKrmg/s1600-h/originalfacebooking.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/Sh3cNBEWeEI/AAAAAAAAAWA/naSqBAHKrmg/s320/originalfacebooking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340666849314371650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />* mãe da cama ao nosso lado, enquanto o filho de 2 anos e meio tenta arrancar as barras de protecção da cama de ferro:<br /><br />"oh sandro!!! és muita mau! tão os meninos todos a drumire e tu a gritare!"<br />"OH SÔRA FREMEIRA, num tem prai um calmante pra este pulha que num quer drumire? já me tou a passare com ele pôrra!"<br /><span class="text_exposed_hide">... <span class="text_exposed_link"><a onclick="'return">Read More</a></span></span><span class="text_exposed_show"><br />"a senhora já devia saber que não damos calmantes a ninguém..."<br /><br />"eu vou-tá cara oh sandro!! ké que tu queres? qué que tu queres, pôrra?? dorme pá, dorme!"<br /><br />"oi, olha aí, sê péga nêlê, léva aí no currêdor, passeia ele e já dorme né...!"<br /><br />"dorme mas é o caraças a pôrra do miúdo, tá tudo a drumire menos ele, pá!" (grita) cala-te!!<br /><br />"sê cuntinua falando cum ele..."<br /><br />"ôcê colocou ele durmindo de dia, ele teve todo o santo dia durmindo, agora não quer dormir não, né...!"<br /><br />"eu vou-lhe mas é à cara, é o que é..."<br /><br />(facebook recording...) *suspiro*</span>malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-76651015856205298592009-05-09T23:03:00.002+01:002009-05-09T23:20:07.894+01:00dream farter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SgYBTqK37wI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-743BY2lYYI/s1600-h/z_unicorn_148_blog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SgYBTqK37wI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-743BY2lYYI/s320/z_unicorn_148_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333952245915971330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />i dream about you every night.<br />i swear i hear you passing by.<br />i dream about you and i stop.<br />i know you are here on this path.<br />i'm sure we'll have the space to be.<br />whatever that's supposed to say.<br />i swear i hear you passing by.<br />i dream about you every night.malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-69050634617393502332009-05-09T22:50:00.001+01:002009-05-09T23:00:58.201+01:00I WANT TO BREAK FREE!!!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hMrY8jysdg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hMrY8jysdg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-20805863654718504072009-04-23T18:28:00.000+01:002009-04-23T18:29:40.831+01:00oh yes...<object width="400" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/oC4n5JfDd8/aus=false/pv=2"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/oC4n5JfDd8/aus=false/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></object><br/><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/PMPaXJR/video/I9LESio2/family-guy-family-guy-420-a-bag-of-weed-animation-video/">[Family Guy] 420 - A Bag Of Weed - Family Guy</a>malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30943757.post-43745723851807158582009-04-16T22:59:00.003+01:002009-04-16T23:11:02.901+01:00iphoto-graphic moleskine - 009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SeeqR-v91UI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0rwg3OcuPxg/s1600-h/x1pGHpas_o48llLuIJ20l_rX_F6KDF1txV_5pFITkKh7fvqc4vPFx_WGGqKhKWaONEqAPJ6CKxLyvpoMm_-VD9fwr5gKXT9l0Uy3fiPs8EsxDKUZI38ph_y_q_5gWrUGfJWH2i-pISj9uHs9D0kAWc1JQ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jc3bAM4xbPw/SeeqR-v91UI/AAAAAAAAAVw/0rwg3OcuPxg/s320/x1pGHpas_o48llLuIJ20l_rX_F6KDF1txV_5pFITkKh7fvqc4vPFx_WGGqKhKWaONEqAPJ6CKxLyvpoMm_-VD9fwr5gKXT9l0Uy3fiPs8EsxDKUZI38ph_y_q_5gWrUGfJWH2i-pISj9uHs9D0kAWc1JQ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325412310267581762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;" id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" >Valerie in The Mirror, L'Hotel des Beaux Arts, Paris, 1999 - </span></strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;" id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"><strong>Nan Goldin </strong></span></span><br /><br /><h1 class="articleHeadline"><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2003/11/16/books/art-a-new-chapter-of-nan-goldin-s-diary.html">ART; A New Chapter of Nan Goldin's Diary</a></h1> <h6 class="byline"><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2003/11/16/books/art-a-new-chapter-of-nan-goldin-s-diary.html">By LYNNE TILLMAN</a></h6> <h6 class="dateline"><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2003/11/16/books/art-a-new-chapter-of-nan-goldin-s-diary.html">Published: Sunday, November 16, 2003</a> <br /></h6> <script type="text/javascript"> var articleToolsShareData = {"url":"http:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2003\/11\/16\/books\/art-a-new-chapter-of-nan-goldin-s-diary.html","headline":"ART; A New Chapter of Nan Goldin's Diary","description":"NAN GOLDIN is a photographer whose work is a record of her life. 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If this were the 19th century, she might be called a diarist. Her formal compositions have depicted her friends in candid moments -- in bars and clubs, funky bedrooms and bathrooms, hanging out, having sex, doing drugs, looking warily at each other, themselves or the camera. Often these characters were estranged from society, but not necessarily from each other, and especially not from the photographer. Anything and anyone Ms. Goldin shot were intimate to her. In exhibitions and in books, she has included some self-portraits, a few of which presented devastating views of her own self-destructiveness. But, she suggests, no portrait of her could be complete without the people she loves and what's around her. ''The Ballad of Sexual Dependency,'' the work in which she first documented her friends and herself, her scene, forged a genre, with photography as influential as any in the last 20 years.</div> </div> </div> </div> </div>malaguetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00409847700747871009noreply@blogger.com0