.deambulações virtuais

Inspirações e distracções, para os momentos mortos do dia.

01 | Square America, galeria de fotografias vintage, que ilustram o estilo de vida americano desde o início do século XX [via FitaCola].

02 | Campanha para prevenir acidentes rodoviários, derivados do uso do iPod

[ver mais em creativebits].
\tipo, será assim tão difícil ter o bom-senso de manter o volume dos phones num nível adequado quando andamos pela rua?/

03 | Twenty-Six Types of Animals, projecto criado por Jeremy Pettis, onde associa a cada letra do alfabeto um animal – o nome do animal é apresentado através de uma composição tipográfica inspirada nas suas características dominantes (a minha preferência vai para o pinguim, o coelho, o tigre e a zebra).

04 | Direito ou Esquerdo? Façam este teste para descobrir qual é o vosso hemisfério dominante – muito útil para, entre outras coisas, sabermos quais os mecanismos que influenciam as nossas tomadas de decisão.
\fiquem à vontade para deixar os vossos resultados – o meu teste deu 46% esquerdo e 54% direito/

.o anel e o leilão

You Suck at Photoshop #4 – os três vídeos anteriores podem ser vistos aqui.

.serpentine by ani difranco

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pavlov hits me with more bad news // every time i answer the phone // so i play and i sing and i just let it ring // all day when i’m at home // a defacto choice of macro // or microcosmic melancholy // but, baby, any way you slice it // i’m thinkin i could just as soon use // the time alone // yes, the goons have gone global // and the CEOs are shredding files // and the democrins and the republicrats // are flashing their toothy smiles // and uncle tom is posing for a photo op // with the oval office clan // and uncle sam is rigging cockfights // in the promised land // and that knife you stuck in my back is still there // it pinches a little when i sigh and moan // and these days i’m thinkin i could just as soon use // the time alone // cuz all the wrong people have the power // of suggestion // and the freedom of the press is meaningless // if nobody asks a question // i mean, causation by definition // is such a complex compilation of factors // that to even try to say why // is to oversimplifly // but that’s a far cry, isn’t it dear? // from acting like you’re the only one there // unrepentantly self-centered and unfair // enter all suckers scrambling for the scoop // exit mr. eye contact // who took his flirt and flew the coop // but whatever // no matter // no fishin trips // no fishin // cuz mamma’s officially out of commission // and did i mention // in there // somewhere // did i mention // somewhere // in there // that i traded babe ruth? // yes, i traded the only player that was bigger than the game // and i can’t even tell you why // cuz you’d think i’m insane // and that’s the truth

// and the music industry mafia is pimping girl power // sniping off their sharpshooter singles from their styrofoam towers // and hip hop is tied up in the back room // with a logo stuffed in its mouth // cuz the master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house // but then // i’m getting away from myself // as i get closer and closer to home // and these days i’m thinkin // i could just as soon use // the time alone

// an i must admit // today my inner pessimist // seems to have got the best of me // we start out sugared up on kool-aid and manifest destiny // and we memorize all the president’s names // like little trained monkeys // and then we’re spit into the world // so many spinny-eyed t.v. junkies // incapable of unravelling the military industrial mystery // preemptively pacified with history book history // an i’ve been around the world now // and i can see this about america // the mind control is steep here, man // the myopia is deep here // and behold // those that try to expose the reality // who really try to realize democracy // are shot with rubber bullets and gassed off the streets // while the global power brokers are kept clean and discreet // behind a wall // behind a moat // and that is all // that’s all she wrote // an my heart beats an sss o o o sss // cuz folks just couldn’t care care care less less less // as long as every day is superbowl sunday // and larger than life women in lingerie // are pouting at us from every bus stop // shelovesme shelovesmenot shelovesme shelovesmenot… // and “big government should not stand between a man and his money” // cuz “what’s good for business is good for the country” // our children still take that lie like communion // the same old line the confederacy used on the union // conjugate liberty // into libertarian // and medicate it // associate it // with deregulation // privatization // we won’t even know we’re slaves // on a corporate plantation // somebody say hallelujah! // somebody say damnation! // cuz the profit system follows the path of least resistance // and the path of least resistance is what makes the river crooked // makes it serpentine // capitalism is the devil’s wet dream // so just give me my judy garland drugs // and let me get back to work // cuz the empire state building // is the tallest building in new york // and i always got the feeling // you just liked to hear it fall // off your tongue // but i remember my name // in your mouth // and i don’t think i was done // hearing it close to my ear // on a whisper’s way to a moan // but pavlov hits me with more bad news every time i answer the phone // so i play and i sing and i just let it ring all day when i’m at home // a defacto choice of macro // or microcosmic melancholy // but baby, any way you slice it // i’m thinkin i could just as soon use // the time alone