Mood: frustrated, stressed, inspired, procrastinative...in love (this is as mushy as I'm getting...argh!)
Song: In the Sun - Joseph Arthur; The Only Living Boy in New York - Simon&Garfunkel
Quote: "Je déteste ce que tu dis, mais je me ferais tuer pour que tu puisses toujours le dire." Voltaire (How far do you believe in freedom of speech?)
Film: Wenders' Paris, Texas; Buscemi's Interview (the only movie I watched at the Mostra, how depressing...still, would it cost them to make it easier - and cheaper, for that matter)
Book: The New Journalism - Tom Wolfe; Raízes do Brasil - Sérgio Buarque de Holanda; but principally, La societé du spectacle - Guy Debord
About bloody time! Inspiration is a tricky thing...you can be inspired all day, by just about everything you see, feel or think, but as soon as you sit down in front of a computer, with nothing pressing to do (which is never - but then, what is procrastination for, but to post blog entries?), inspiration just seems to slip away without a moment's thought. Maybe it's because I haven't been swimming anymore, or walking alone as often - not that it would make a difference, since I still don't have my portable "journalist's notebook" yet...Oh bugger...but enough about me...
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Turns out, inspiration was lost sometime throughout the Sunday...still, a recomendação ainda vale...
