quarta-feira, 30 de setembro de 2009

terça-feira, 29 de setembro de 2009

Michel D., 13 de Julho

Merci de diffuser
cette lettre à mes collègues de travail
et aux délégués du personnel

Je me suicide à cause de mon travail à France Télécom. C’est la seule cause. Urgence permanente, surcharge de travail, absence de formation, désorganisation totale de l’entreprise. Management par la terreur !

Cela m’a totalement désorganisé et perturbé. Je suis devenu une épave, il vaut mieux en finir. (...) J’insiste là-dessus, c’est bien le travail qui a provoqué ça et donc c’est France Télécom qui est responsable de mon suicide.

Michel D.*

PS : Je sais que beaucoup de personnes vont dire qu’il y a d’autres causes que le travail (je suis seul, non marié, sans enfant, etc.). Certains sous-entendent aussi que je n’acceptais pas de vieillir. Mais non, avec tout ça je me suis toujours bien débrouillé. C’est bien le travail l’unique cause.


La Provence

sexta-feira, 25 de setembro de 2009

canal













Waterways Code

Margarita com chili e gengibre



1 1/2 oz chili tequila
1/2 oz triple sec
1 oz lime or lemon juice
slice of ginger

Rub glass rim with citrus juice and then dip in fine granulated salt.

Place all ingredients in a cocktail shaker filled with ice. Shake 30 seconds and pour into glasses.

failure

All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.


Samuel Becket, Worstward Ho

terça-feira, 15 de setembro de 2009

Crise

Britishness



sábado, 12 de setembro de 2009

Skye
























sexta-feira, 11 de setembro de 2009

Right Where it Belongs, NIN

See the animal in it's cage that you built
Are you sure what side you're on?
Better not look him too closely in the eye
Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
And it's all
Right where it belongs

What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you think you know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you wanted to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks?
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?

What if all the world's inside of your head
Just creations of your own?
Your devils and your gods
All the living and the dead
And you really are alone
You can live in this illusion
You can choose to believe
You keep looking but you can't find the woods
While you're hiding in the trees

What if everything around you
Isn't quite as it seems?
What if all the world you used to know
Is an elaborate dream?
And if you look at your reflection
Is it all you wanted to be?
What if you could look right through the cracks
Would you find yourself
Find yourself afraid to see?

quinta-feira, 10 de setembro de 2009

Subtitles

A Mula da Cooperativa, Max, 1959



Portugal foi assim.