May 13, 2005

Exams will kill me!!!

Next door seems to be Exams, and studying for them. God save my soul….

I will celebrate my 27th birthday in London…

I will be going to London on the 19th of May; first step will be the London International Wine and Spirits Fair 2005

20th of may…. Big day, dia grande, Ick, Ik, I: My favourite tea shop in Piccadilly… On the evening I will be back to Warwick…


February 04, 2005

I AM GETTING BETTER

Since Yesterday I’m getting much better. Yesterday I even went out with a good friend of mine, David Çá-Vá. Two pines were enough to make fool of myself but it was great. For some moments I thought live is over. It must have been one of the most annoying flues I ever had. I even went to the hospital. It is a depressing place. And it is quite sad to see the stage that so many people let themselves go through. The place itself does not help. A kind of almost dirty and absent area both inside as outside is so omnipresent that one easily questions it self about the all nature behind it. What somehow has wonder me, from both times I had to visit a doctor here in England, is why feeling me on the most miserable physical and physiological I got the most helpless answer I have got from a wealth service, “it is just a flu” go home rest, it will go away” and then a discarded official photocopy telling me what to do. Just amazing…! The fordization of patients.

February 01, 2005

Being here AGAIN

On the last days of the last term I was almost obsess in going back home. This might be a paradox. for almost 6 years I have been travelling around being dependent on my baggage. Many times I had to live suddenly and make them in 5 minutes. Although I was never far away for more than 2 months. It was the most inscribable feeling when I put my feet on the Portuguese soil. The first and immediate chock telling me that I was in Portugal was the explosion of light, a high blue shining sky. I landed in Faro, still not being my natural habitat I must have looked like a child staring trough the tiny airplane window. I was so happy. Four hours later I was in Lisbon. Arriving in Lisbon, my homeland was succeeded by an strange feeling of rightness, looking at river and on the horisont the see, reflexing the brightness of the light seems to be the most correct and true thing on heart. Many poet-philosophers also described “Saudade” on this ultimate feeling of human perfection by a natural integration of human/heart. I always found the argument stylistically appropriated but not practical. On that they it was for me almost a revelation, and its almost consequent fatalistic effect over me made me delay my return to Warwick several days, that is to say almost a week. It was not easy to live. Whenever I live from a place there is a child-like feeling of happiness, for a long time, as I said 6 years that became almost remarked on my personality as a life still, and those particular moments on an Airport seem to be the exponential incorporation of a live project. Becoming an Erasmus Student and departing to Warwick was also a project of breaking down with a vicious system. I shell call it a “giving content to a live meaning”. This time, it was so painful having to live again. I feel my self as territorialized as never. I’m still not sure if I can talk about a shift on my previous continuous territorialization process. Where each placed I visit I tended to incorporate it on my reference territorial corpus, on a strange extreme inter/extra-reflexive cosmopolitanism.
I’m I getting back to origins?
I would be hard to believe on such a simplistic argument.
3 Weeks after I presume to have won a certain combat. Most of what I can say is that it is so hard to be aware of continuous evolutions in one self that it leads to some lostness. One immediately recognize there is a sense of missing… Though not difficult to gess.

November 15, 2004

coming Back Coventry

Follow-up to Köln – Back Home / A fake World Centre Imagination 13–15 Nov 04 from Francisco's blog

Today we got up really soon. Yesterday Nicola stayed on the room, she was really tired. But I went out around 21:00. So today morning I was still sleeping. ?We wend down as took the breakfast. Nicola was feeling much better of her foot. I manage to buy some Lebkuchen, for a german friend of mine, which is making Erasmus in Warwick as well. We wend to the airport. There, I asked for a weel chair for Nicola. At first she didn't wanted to have one. She agreed to have one but just at the bording desk.

November 14, 2004

2nd Day in Cologne, Nicola on the Hospital

Follow-up to Köln – Back Home / A fake World Centre Imagination 13–15 Nov 04 from Francisco's blog

Here we are in Cologne. Everything is going wrong. Yesterday we had a really stressed day. Nocola was not feeling well, and I was really mad we a friend of mine that we should had meet. Today Nocola waik up with pains in her right foot. We went down to take breackfast, and she was not so bad. Later on she started to feel real pains. And I called and Anbulancy, though she did't wanted to come I had to convince her. She is really stressed out, with or without my fault, the true is that I'm geting on my last strengs because of this scary weekend. I hope I manage to mantein coold blood, until the end. And above all I hope I don't lose a good friend….

November 13, 2004

Coventry airport and 1st day in Cologne

Follow-up to Köln – Back Home / A fake World Centre Imagination 13–15 Nov 04 from Francisco's blog

Me and Nicola just arrive in Cologne. There was some interesting poblems in Coventry Airport. Coventry airport is a rely tiny litle shit. It is far far away and it cost more or less 11 $ to get there from the university campus. They thought they done some mestakes with the vbagae and so the disarge the bagage from the airplane and made us get out from the airplane to collect our bagade. On the end there was just our bagade there, so we lost one hour there. The second probleme was when we gotn in Cologne.
We went to a gay bar, and that was very funy. The comertial streets in cologne were completle stucked. So we had a bad time trying to get out of there.

November 09, 2004

My Niece Carolina Maria

Last Saturday, 6th November, my sister Cristina in Lisbon had her child a beautiful and healty girl. Her name will be Carolina Maria. Cristina had some complications beceuse the girl was too big, and she lost to much blood so she had to get a transfution. She is good now and she managed to go home today. The child is perfectly ok, she has fat fingers, hehehe.
I will just be able to visit them on the begining of Dezember.

Name: Carolina Maria
Weight: 3.82 kg
Length: 47cm


November 08, 2004

I become an Uncle

Follow-up to Leipzig / Torgau – Post Communist Resistance 5–8 Nov 04 from Francisco's blog

For everybody interested here is a foto of my sweet little niece. Her name will be Isabell Theresa. She is born Friday, the 5th of November, one month and one week too early. But until now she is fine. Luisa had many pains. She is still having them, but slowly she seems to be recovering. Is was very nice to come back to Leipzig and become such good news. There is even a second good news. My sister Cristina, she is in Lisbon, also had her child, on Saturday. So I have now 2 nieces in less than 2 days.

November 03, 2004

Niki de Saint Phalle

One of my favorit artist of the second haft of the XX century

I had my first contact with Niki de Saint Phalle in Hanover in the Sprengel Museum, it was an amazing discovery. The museum building is a surprising thing just for it self, whish no one should miss if it is in the near. Nice DADA, nice post war german realism, Picasso, Braque, Magrite. It has not a congruent colletion, actually one might argue and with great reason that the Sprengel Museam is a warehouse on a strick sence due to combine so many diferente things side by side. Before dieing Niki gave 300 masterpices to the museum. Don't go there just to see a lost Picasso brought just because it was a Picasso in a milionair auction, proudy exibited as the bad capacity that, mostly northen, Germans have to show off social status by dressing expensive cloths without no much tast.

Rooms after rooms of Niki's works and uncredible informal drawings that will tell you much more about Niki's personality and ginious than any writer could do.

She puts women as women are and feel, with sexual disere and fantasies. Not the quite, domestic women image that women like still to give. But women that like men expose their sexuality and there presence on a natural way, not in the proconcepted woman's place of distance and disgardeness towards sexuality. She draws viginas, not as static objects but as needing plasure obtainers. And above all she is not a slut, she is SHE, as a WOMAN.

She likes men for their because of their sexual atraction, for their virility for the plasere the might give har, and that's all. She uses them. She doesn't admits, because is nothing to be admited it is so.

Her sculpters transmits an internal woman, her colours, their internal reference shapes, as strongness among women. The typ o a super sexual woman, os shapes and ultimate desire, but more. There is music, harmonic palet, there is the all world sibolisticly evocated through lines of expectations, os pretencious coths that are riped off, diminished when confronted with interior women that rebelate in Niki's works and become the really me. The really women's me if first fellt from incide, from explosive disire and ambicious sex between other not less expectations and emotions, and then the small litle things that society conventionete how to discribe women are nothins more than small reference working arms, day by day closes. What she does is expose it, not on fat women but on women that rebent to the outside.

I do like her…

http://karaart.com/saint.phalle


October 23, 2004

2nd Day: I went to the beach

Follow-up to Gdansk – German frontier of a lost northern imagination 22–25 Oct 04 from Francisco's blog

Dear readers, I went today to the beach. I love it. Today it was quite worm. I took a bike frm the hostel, they are free, and there I went to sopot. In between I stoped in Oliwia, a outside department of Gdansk. At the beginning it looks like is tis a quind o rural area of Gdansk, and it is. It is sunday so there was a market place. I brought tow apples and peers. They were dilicious. On my city map there was a sign for a big churche I I biked a bit further. A nice Juegent Still church, made of dark red briks. The inside was white full of light, with very interesting strutural solutions, giving the place a cosi enveirement. I didn't stay long, just the enough time to apreciate my second apple and peer. They were dilicious, I shoud had bought many more, they were so sheap. Now the big atration of Oliwia is the big gotic/baroque cathedral. I was not expecting much, since the all area seamed so simple. Somo nice would houses of some last century middle class with nice gardens and that was all. The facade was very nice. Two big gotic towers, on the same gotic north german (or should I say hanseatic) style. But the inbetween of the two towers had been transform to the elegand evy catholic barroc of the east/central europe. But it was when I got inside that I was astonished. It is a wunderful place. And it seams it was a very strong meaning for the Polish history. I didn't realy understand why. What I understand from this church is that there was almost two Gdansks, one theotonic, hanseatic, swidisch, prussian, and later german, resformist and protestant, the habour city. And there was the polish catholic surroundings continusly struglling with the other city. The Oliwia cathedral was first a inflution monasthery in the Polish court a place of culture. Later on was elevated to cathedral and head quarter of the roman chatholique church of Gdansk. It is a very impressive place full of history and very priety and imponent.

Behind the Cathedral there is a old neoclassic palace where is the Contemporary Polish Arts Museum. The palace is of poor simplicity and to tiny to be interesting. The museum was very interesting to visit, on my point of view, but I resisted because I sill wanted to go to the Beach, during the day light!!!!
The gardens behind the cathedral and around the unfortunate palace are just beautiful, small rives and lakes. Very Nice.

Finily the Beach:


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