Mood: (sceptical?) monotonous repetition sprinkled with moments of sunshine 
Song: Comme Toujours - Les Negrèsses Vertes (and, I guess, Scissor Sister's I Don't Feel Like Dancing, which kept incessantly playing over in my head all of last week!)
Film: Reality Bites (the qüintessential GenX movie)
Book: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas - Hunter S. Thompson (avant-garde literary journalism fueled by a trunk-full of illegal substances)
Quote: "I used to be indecisive, but now I'm not so sure."
Hmmm... After so many hours of pointless facebooking/orkutting (I feel tainted!), I seem to have lost my drift...
I have recently been provoked into mulling over the generational question recently. As a fellow facebooker says: "My generation can be better than this!" I mean, do we honestly want to be forever known as the iGereration of alientated, consuming conformists? When we've had the 68-generation come before us? (Talk about high expectations!) Sure, they had a much more obvious common enemy (ditadura), and an ideal to look forward to (communism...when we still actually believed it could work), and by the time we were born, those were dead and buried. Then again, we all know that's no excuse.
On other news and mullings alike, I have come to question whether it isn't afterall true what Harry said when he met Sally: that men and women can never be just friends without the sex-thing getting in the way. At first, I would naturally agree with Sally, if nothing else, then just out of loyalty to my sex and our inherent romanticism. Afterall, it is a general consensus that men think of nothing else...But on second thought, you have to ask what is it in our nature that makes us attached to completely innappropriate guy-friends, even when one is so happily single...? Hmm...maybe it's time to fish out the bra from the bonfire and throw in Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus...
(EDIT: Serge Gainsbourg put it a lot better than Harry did when he met Sally: "Pour l'amitié entre hommes et femmes, impensable. Parce qu'il y a toujours sous-jacent le désir animal.")
E já que estamos sendo cínicos...
Por incrível que pareça, não é que dá pra notar a diferença na cidade com a lei Cidade Limpa? Pena que não vai durar...
Aiai...custa anotar as pasmações do ônibus para poder escrever coisas que prestem aqui? Já que na piscina não dá...then perhaps there would actually be something interesting to read here, for a change...
For those who complain: this is the most comprehensive set of pictures you will get of me...sorry, just can't be bothered to take pics...http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=8144&l=fcb4f&id=584915242
Edit: After having just read this scene, and listening to my version of White Rabbit again (and realizing that it's this scene which opens it...for some weird reason I thought it was some random scene from Platoon I couldn't remember), I have come to the conclusion that this just had to be posted somewhere. Absolutely bloody hilarious (and also somewhat educational against tripping&mixing...esp. when it comes to acid ;) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pc8SPR6dgVE
Qüintessencial acid-high song:
White Rabbit
Jefferson Airplane
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small,
And the ones that mother gives you
Don't do anything at all.
Go ask Alice
When she's ten feet tall.
And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you're going to fall,
Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call.
Call Alice
When she was just small.
When the men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you've just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low.
Go ask Alice
I think she'll know.
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead,
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen's "off with her head!"
Remember what the dormouse said:
"Feed your head. Feed your head. Feed your head"
