duminică, decembrie 6

Reverberate.

Reverberate.
6 decembrie.
Asta e cuvantul zilei.
Re·ver·ber·ate
v. re·ver·ber·at·ed, re·ver·ber·at·ing, re·ver·ber·ates
v.intr.
1. To resound in a succession of echoes; reecho.
2. To have a prolonged or continuing effect: Those talks with his teacher reverberated throughout his life.
3. To be repeatedly reflected, as sound waves, heat, or light.
4. To be forced or driven back; recoil or rebound.
v.tr.
1. To reecho (a sound). See Synonyms at echo.
2. To reflect (heat or light) repeatedly.
3. To drive or force back; repel.
4. To subject (a metal, for example) to treatment in a reverberatory furnace.

Si spun cuvantul zilei pentru ca de dimineata am ascultat Antimatter. Nu stiu cati dintre voi ati auzit de trupa asta. Marturisesc ca eu am aflat de curand de ea, si asta multumita unui mic maestru al muzicii, Andrei, caruia, a propos, nu stiu daca am avut vreodata ocazia sa ii multumesc cum ar trebui pentru zecile de GB pline de sentimente facute cadou pe parcursul timpului.
Revenind la Antimatter, una din melodiile mele de suflet e Legions.




Antimatter - Legions

Stony and grey is the whore
And long are the days in the morgue
Where God is a wall
Where God is a wall to look upon

Legions and hordes
The seas have been torn
And buildings remain where they fall
And I solemnly walk
Through legions and hordes
A dark mass of infidel

Long is the howl at the end
A cry from the tail echoing
And fools reverberate
And fools reverberate and carry on...

What have they done to themselves?
Look what they've done to themselves.

If you don't learn to leave this thing alone
You'll never get to see the sun again
You won't come out on top
The seed is sown

*

Tot ascultand melodia asta, m-am pornit catre facultate. Se tin la noi, timp de 2 saptamani, doua module de Ecografie. Gratuit, fara conditii de participare, de catre oameni extrem de instruiti. Pacat ca nu se si disemineaza informatia despre acest curs.
Dupa ce in primele ore s-a tot batut apa in piua despre principiile functionarii unui ecograf, si mai apoi despre istoria folosirii radiatiilor in medicina pentru studiul anatomic, am trecut la lucruri mai serioase precum artefactele intalnite uzual intr-o ecograma.
Intamplarea a facut ca prima descrisa sa fie reverberatia. Aceasta se intalneste in momentul in care ultrasunetele lovesc o interfata hiperecogena (os sau gaz). In aceasta situatie undele lovesc cu intensitate mare suprafata mentionata, nu se absorb, si sunt respinse in totalitate inapoi catre transductor. Pana acum nimic iesit din comun. Insa uneori ecograma va prezenta ecouri multiple, date de pulsatiile sondei, care apar ca niste linii paralele de intensitati diferite. Prima unda, cea situata proximal de emitator, este cea care corespunde interfetei reale.



Sagetile scurte exemplifica ce spuneam mai sus. Pentru curiosi, ecograma apartine unui barbat de 38 de ani cu o inflamatie gangrenoasa a cordonului testicular.

Si cu asta am incheiat prima postare din seria "cuvantul zilei".

marți, martie 31

“Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me… fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven’t thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me? You’re just a kid, you don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talkin’ about. You’ve never been out of Boston. So if I asked you about art, you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I’ll bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you’d probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. And I’d ask you about war, you’d probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, “once more unto the breach dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms “visiting hours” don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, ’cause it only occurs when you’ve loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you… I don’t see an intelligent, confident man… I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You’re an orphan right? u think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally… I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can’t learn anything from you, I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t want to do that do you sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief”

marți, februarie 24

Papusarule...

Oh, draga Papusarule...
Fa-mi doua gauri mari sub ochi
Sa pot invata a plange

Si lasa-ma sa-mi curga prin ele
Ploaie si rasina...


Oh, draga Papusarule...
Te rog... Te rog...

Lasa-ma sa plang mult

Atat de mult incat sarmele din articulatii
Sa rugineasca pana la sfaramare...


Dragul meu Papusar,

Nu vrei tu oare acum

Sa imi tai sforile?
Nu mai sunt bun.

Am ruginit,

Nu ma mai misc,
Scartai cand imi indrepti mainile...

Nu mai sunt bun.


Taie-mi sforile

Si arunca-ma in cufarul vechi

Sa zac acolo
In legea mea;

Sa vii din cand in cand

Sa ma scoti la lumina

Si niciodata sa nu ma gasesti

In locul in care m-ai lasat


Caci... Oh, draga Papusarule...
Eu in fiecare zi invat sa merg din nou

Si telul drumului meu e el.

La capatul cutiei

Ma asteapta.

sâmbătă, ianuarie 31

Gară urâtă.


Suflet ca o gara
cu lipici pe sine.

Vin trenuri,
stau nițel,

și când apuca sa se lipească
au și plecat.
Au plecat
cu bucăți de sine pe roti.

Ce a rămas
e reparat

pentru următorul tren,
care iar
lasă în urma prăpăd.

Uneori mai apar trenuri noi,
cu roti mai lucioase.

Nu se prind la fel de bine

ca locomotivele pufăitoare,

atât de dragi.

Trenurile mele
se întorc periodic,

la intervale
mai mici
sau mai mari
de timp.
In general,
toate se indreaptă către Mangalia,
și pleaca de la linia 5.

Nu am depou.

Desi mi-ar placea.

As putea pastra
cate un vagon,
doua...

Dar nu vreau.
De ce atatea cladiri?
Una e suficient.

Nodul si sinele rupte.

O sa vorbesc, totusi,

cu cei de la sediul principal.

Poate au idee
cat timp o sa mai functioneze

vreo 5 din trenurile mele.

As vrea doar sa stiu

de cate ori
va trebui
sa mai repar sinele in urma lor.
In dreptul intrarii
deja pamantul se surpa.
Nivelul solului e
cu mai bine de 65 cm
mai scazut decat pe camp.
Si muncitorii
nu mai vor
sa lucreze serios.
De ce sa se chinuie,

daca si data viitoare
tot la fel se va intampla?
Am descoperit ca
gara mea transmite uneori,

prin difuzoarele neconectate la curent,

voci colorate.
Unii călători rad,

altii se sperie.

Dar pentru mine
e
o dorintă implinită.

O sa imi pun antene pe acoperis,

să arăt ca o ciupercă.

Poate, astfel,

voi auzi mai clar.

Gară ur
âtă.

sâmbătă, ianuarie 24

Somn si dimineti...

Pijamale de spital.
Deja o expresie cunoscuta când vine vorba de băgatul sub plapuma a unui oricare mascul.
De ce pe toate drumurile sunt numai dungile urate, in culori urate, desenate pe materiale si mai urate? De ce, cu cat e mai ieftina o haina, cu atat e mai hada?

Si de ce mama naibii suna ceasurile romanesti de parca ar fi menite sa scoale bolnavii din coma? Sa ne mai miram ca ne calcam pe bot de dimineata? Ca suntem ciufuti? Ca trantim si pufnim toata ziua, numai pentru a ajunge seara in pat fara niciun alt chef decat sa prindem 7 ore de somn, pentru ca a doua zi sa sune din nou clopotul ala isteric?
Si iar bot, si iar draci, si iar...


Am vazut ceasuri care zboara. Au o mica elice, si suna frumos. Desi, daca stau bine sa ma gandesc, elice+ochi=rau.


O sa-mi iau un ceas cu doua roti mari, de cauciuc. O ia la fuga prin camera imediat ce incepe sa sune, si se ascunde pe unde are loc. Si asta suna frumos!
Vreau sa ma trezesc in fiecare dimineata cu Bellman si a lui spaceship care se misca slow...





marți, ianuarie 20

2.

Wikipedia says that The Notwist are a German indie rock band. Formed in 1989, the band moved through several musical incarnations despite maintaining a relatively stable lineup. While their early records moved through heavy metal into dark indie rock, their recent efforts for which they've received the most attention have been very strongly influenced by the electronica scene, along with the other groups on the record label Morr Music.

Neon Golden is the fifth studio album by The Notwist. It was released in 2002 in Europe and 2003 in the United States to favourable reviews.

Ladies and gentlemen, Pick up the phone.





You know this place,
you know this gloom?
We've been here before.
When life is a loop,
you're in a room without a door.

Pick up the phone and answer me at last.
Today I will step out of your past.


Probably that we've come to know we'll stay with us.
With every step it slowly grows.
Rub off the rust.

marți, ianuarie 6

1.


Lady? 


Yes, Bird? 


It's cold. 


I know. 
Bird...
I cannot see a thing. 


It's all in your mind. 


I'm worried.


No one will come to see us. 


Maybe they come but we just don't see them.
What do you see? 


I see what's outside. 


And what exactly is outside? 


It's grown-ups. 


Well maybe if we scream they can hear us. 


Yeah, maybe we should try to scream. 


Ok, Bird. 



Heeeelp!

Heeeelp!

Can you hear us now ? 

Hello ! 

Help ! 

Hello it's me!

Hey!

Can you see...

Can you see me? 

I'm here!

Nana, come and take us!

Hello!

Are you there?

Hello!


I don't think they can hear us. 



I can hear you, lady. 
Do you want to come with me, lady? 




Will you be nice to me, Bird? 
You're always be nice to me because you're my friend. 


I try, but sometimes I make mistakes. 



Nana says we all make mistakes. 


Maybe we should scream more. 


Yes, Bird let's scream more. 



Help !

Help us ! 

Come on !

Help !

Hello ! 

Help !

Hello ! 

We're lost.


I think they cannot see us.


Nobody likes us. 


But they all seem so big. 


Maybe we should just jump. 


What if we fall from the bridge and then nobody can catch us? 


I don't know. Let's just see what happens. 


Okay .


Come with me. 


Shall we do it together ?


Yeah. 


1 2 3....Aaaaaaah !


Lady? 


Yes, Bird.


It's cold. 

I know.
Bird...
I cannot see a thing. 

It's all in your mind. 

Lady and Bird is an album from the collaboration of singer/songwriter Keren Ann and Barði Jóhannson, lead singer of Icelandic band Bang Gang.

Track listing
"Do What I Do"
"Shepard's Song"
"Stephanie Says" (The Velvet Underground cover)
"Walk Real Slow"
"Suicide Is Painless" (theme of M*A*S*H)
"The Morning After"
"Run in the Morning Sun"
"See Me Fall"
"Blue Skies"
"La ballade of Lady and Bird" (with the above lyrics)
"Do What I Do" (acoustic, live)