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Cheguei a conclusao de que fotografia é realmente matematica, quimica e experiencia.
Muito dessas tres coisas se resume em [equipamento adequado], claro.

E eu ainda sofro por ser a digital kid do meu grupo de still-life. tsc tsc.

por vanessawoz | 31 de março | Comentários (0) | TrackBack (0)

Just five more minutes, mom!


por vanessawoz | 31 de março | Comentários (0) | TrackBack (0)

The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.

'A beach house,' he said, 'doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate,' he went on, 'at boundary conditions.'
(...)
'Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other.'

de "Mostly Harmless" por Douglas Adams.

Deve ser por isso que a grama parece sempre mais verde do lado de la.

por vanessawoz | 26 de março | Comentários (0) | TrackBack (0)

up all night

Fill these spaces up with days
In my room you can go you can stay
I cant sleep, I cant speak to you, I cant sleep
Now these years locked in my drawer
I'll open to see just to be sure
And so i'm reaching out for the one
And so i've learned the meaning of the sun
And all this like a message comes to shift my point of view
And watching through my own light
As it tints the shade of you
Nobody's lost but nobody wins
And I cant sleep, I cant speak to you, I cant sleep
And so i'm reaching out for the one
And so i've learned the meaning of the sun
And all this like a message comes to shift my point of view
And watching through my own light
As it tints the shade of you
Hold my wine hold it in
Nobody's lost
But no body wins

And I can't sleep
I can't speak to you
I can't sleep

And So I'm reaching out for the one
And So I've learned the meaning of the sun
And All this like a message to shift my point of view
I'm watching through my own light as it turns the shade of you

I cant sleep, I cant speak to you, I cant sleep

Sleep - Azure Ray

por vanessawoz | 25 de março | Comentários (0) | TrackBack (0)

2 da manha

Ainda tenho que me acostumar com essa mania italiana de mudar o horario as 2 da manha...

Agora vejo o sol nascer 5 horas antes de voces.

por vanessawoz | 25 de março | Comentários (2) | TrackBack (0)

Notas para o Blog I e II

Baby's back home. Voltou todo amarelo da assistencia tecnica, com meu nome em uns pedaços de papel colados com fita crepe. Hoje fui comprar uns baby wipes adequados e ja se pode dizer que ele é branco de novo. Na descriçao de substituiçao: Battery connector, whit sleep switch; Board, Logic, 2.0 GHZ; Battery, 55 WHR, Lithium ion. Belo estrago.

Aproveitei o tempo longe dele para terminar um livro que larguei pela metade em dezembro e ate entao nao tinha pego novamente. The Salmon of Doubt, é um pouco do que Douglas Adams deixou arquivado em seu Mac antes de falecer em 2001. A historia principal, inacabada, deixa um gostinho de quero mais misturado com um sentimento de perda inexplicavel (com certeza um dos meus autores favoritos). Por suas paginas, deixei marcadas duas pequenas notas para o blog:

Nota para o blog 1:

I've come up with a set of rules that describe our reactions to technologies:

1. Anything that is in the world when you're born is normal and ordinary and is just a natural part of the way the world works.
2. Anything that's invented between when you're fifteen and thirty-five is new and exciting and revolutionary and you can probably get a career in it.
3. Anything invented after you're thirty-five is against the natural order of things.


Nota para o blog 2:
(O original [disso aqui])

Cookies

This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person was me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I'd gotten the time of the train wrong. I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table. I want you to picture the scene. It's very important that you get this very clear in your mind. Here's the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There's a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase. It didn't look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it.

Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There's nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies. You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know. . . But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn't do anything, and thought, What am I going to do?

In the end I thought, Nothing for it, I'll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, That settled him. But it hadn't because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie. Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice . . ." I mean, it doesn't really work.

We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away. Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back.

A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies. The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who's had the same exact story, only he doesn't have the punch line.

Excertos de "The Salmon of Doubt: Hitchhiking the Galaxy One Last Time" por Douglas Adams

por vanessawoz | 19 de março | Comentários (0) | TrackBack (0)

my still life

A vida num still. Meu computador ta ainda na assistencia tecnica da Apple. A mocinha da recepçao me disse que estimativas de tempo sao sempre de duas semanas. Passei uma com muito esforço, nao estou indo muito bem na segunda.

Entao me inscrevi num curso de fotografia de luz e sombra. Uma especie de still life para me ajudar a fazer fotos sem dupla sombra como a ao lado. Atualmente estou aprendendo tipos de iluminaçao em studio e assim que eu tiver meu computador de volta vou poder escrever sobre isso... eu acho. Em tempo, o template atual do blog foi criado especialmente para essa fase fotografica, que por diversos motivos pessoais e conjunturais nao pode ser iniciada no ano passado.

Fora do assunto, levei o casaco e o colete do meu uniforme de aeromoça de terra para a lavanderia semana passada. Depois de 6 dias, elas me entregaram o casaco, mas nao conseguem encontrar o colete. Ja passei duas vezes e ainda tem a cara de pau de me dizer que nao tiveram tempo de procurar. Certo que perderam. Ou entregaram para outra pessoa. Pior é que eu nem sei o que pedir de indenizaçao. Era feio. Eu devia era agradecer.

vanessawoz direto do velho mundo.