If you were a house, I would live in you all my days

Katie Melua - Spider's Web


Katie Melua - If You Were a Sailboat

Seen live last week at CoolJazzFest

Sweet like candy to my soul

Dave Matthews Band - #41


Dave Matthews Band - Crash into Me

Seen live two weeks ago at Optimus Alive!09

Meu pai tu regenera-te

Júlio Miguel e Lêninha - O Filho do Recluso

Found by my sister

How wonderful life is while you're in the world

Elton John - Tiny Dancer


Elton John - Your Song

Seen live two nights ago

The Jackson Five - I Want You Back


USA for Africa - We Are the World (written by Lionel Richie & Michael Jackson)


Michael Jackson - Heal the World (Super Bowl 1993)

My heart is bursting again

A Silent Film - You Will Leave a Mark

What kind of a rapping name is Steve, Steve?

Flight of the Conchords - Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenocerous


Flight of the Conchords - Bowie Song

Before and After: I could hold you for a million years

Bob Dylan - To Make You Feel My Love


Billy Joel - To Make You Feel My Love (cover)


Adele - To Make You Feel My Love (cover)

We were so tired of being mild

Andrew Bird - A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left


Andrew Bird - Tables and Chairs

Seen live four nights ago

Before and After: It's two hearts living in two separate worlds

Elton John - Sacrifice


Sinead O'Connor - Sacrifice (cover)

Heard in our car

Before and After: But time makes you bolder

Stevie Nicks - Landslide


PS22 Chorus - Landslide (cover)

Seen on Perez Hilton

That secret that we know that we don't know how to tell

Bon Iver - Blood Bank

Heard on Rádio Radar

I wanna know how I plan to make things easier

Those Dancing Days - Hitten

Seen live three weeks ago

Someone like you and all you know and how you speak

Kings of Leon - Use Somebody

Heard on the radio

Before and After: I can't get the words out

Fleetwood Mac - Everywhere

Vampire Weekend - Everywhere (Fleetwood Mac cover)


Heard on Radio Radar

Will I remember what we used to say?

I'm From Barcelona - We're From Barcelona


I'm From Barcelona - Mingus

Seen live last night

You're sitting in a chair...in the sky!

Louis C.K. on Late Night with Conan O'Brien (October 2008)

Found on a friend's Facebook profile

Crossfire sights of destiny

Nitin Sawhney - Days of Fire

Nitin Sawhney - Waiting (O Mistress Mine)


“O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O, stay and hear; your true love’s coming,
That can sing both high and low:
Trip no further, pretty sweeting;
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Every wise man’s son doth know.
...
What is love? ‘tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What’s to come is still unsure;
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then com kiss me, sweet and twenty,
Youth’s a stuff will not endure.”

William Shakespeare - Twelfth Night


Discovered through a friend
Heard at work
Seen live two nights ago

Excerpt from "Twelfth Night" found on Spectagirl in a Spectacular World

You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out

Oasis - Don't Look Back In Anger

Discovered through Kaylan 11 years ago
Seen live two weeks ago

You are my sweetest downfall

Regina Spektor - Samson

Heard by accident

Some sort of back-street underground cookie, purchased off a gun-toting maniac high on his own supply of yeast

Virgin Atlantic passenger's "culinary journey of hell"
CNN, February 12, 2009

A six-page rant to Virgin Atlantic's Sir Richard Branson about a woeful in-flight meal attracted so much attention on the Internet that it was rumored to be a clever marketing stunt.

The author was reported to be Oliver Beale, a 29 year old art director who works at a London advertising agency.

Both he and Virgin have insisted the letter, described as possibly "the world's best passenger complaint," is authentic.

Here's what Beale had to say after a flight he described as a "culinary journey of hell."

The letter

Dear Mr Branson

REF: Mumbai to Heathrow 7th December 2008

I love the Virgin brand, I really do which is why I continue to use it despite a series of unfortunate incidents over the last few years. This latest incident takes the biscuit.

Ironically, by the end of the flight I would have gladly paid over a thousand rupees for a single biscuit following the culinary journey of hell I was subjected to at the hands of your corporation.

Look at this Richard. Just look at it:

I imagine the same questions are racing through your brilliant mind as were racing through mine on that fateful day. What is this? Why have I been given it? What have I done to deserve this? And, which one is the starter, which one is the dessert?

You don't get to a position like yours Richard with anything less than a generous sprinkling of observational power so I KNOW you will have spotted the tomato next to the two yellow shafts of sponge on the left. Yes, it's next to the sponge shaft without the green paste. That's got to be the clue hasn't it. No sane person would serve a dessert with a tomato would they. Well answer me this Richard, what sort of animal would serve a dessert with peas in:

I know it looks like a baaji but it's in custard Richard, custard. It must be the pudding. Well you'll be fascinated to hear that it wasn't custard. It was a sour gel with a clear oil on top. It's only redeeming feature was that it managed to be so alien to my palette that it took away the taste of the curry emanating from our miscellaneous central cuboid of beige matter. Perhaps the meal on the left might be the dessert after all.

Anyway, this is all irrelevant at the moment. I was raised strictly but neatly by my parents and if they knew I had started dessert before the main course, a sponge shaft would be the least of my worries. So let's peel back the tin-foil on the main dish and see what's on offer.

I'll try and explain how this felt. Imagine being a twelve year old boy Richard. Now imagine it's Christmas morning and you're sat their with your final present to open. It's a big one, and you know what it is. It's that Goodmans stereo you picked out the catalogue and wrote to Santa about.

Only you open the present and it's not in there. It's your hamster Richard. It's your hamster in the box and it's not breathing. That's how I felt when I peeled back the foil and saw this:

Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking it's more of that Baaji custard. I admit I thought the same too, but no. It's mustard Richard. MUSTARD. More mustard than any man could consume in a month. On the left we have a piece of broccoli and some peppers in a brown glue-like oil and on the right the chef had prepared some mashed potato. The potato masher had obviously broken and so it was decided the next best thing would be to pass the potatoes through the digestive tract of a bird.

Once it was regurgitated it was clearly then blended and mixed with a bit of mustard. Everybody likes a bit of mustard Richard.

By now I was actually starting to feel a little hypoglycaemic. I needed a sugar hit. Luckily there was a small cookie provided. It had caught my eye earlier due to its baffling presentation:

It appears to be in an evidence bag from the scene of a crime. A CRIME AGAINST BLOODY COOKING. Either that or some sort of back-street underground cookie, purchased off a gun-toting maniac high on his own supply of yeast. You certainly wouldn't want to be caught carrying one of these through customs. Imagine biting into a piece of brass Richard. That would be softer on the teeth than the specimen above.

I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was relax but obviously I had to sit with that mess in front of me for half an hour. I swear the sponge shafts moved at one point.

Once cleared, I decided to relax with a bit of your world-famous onboard entertainment. I switched it on:

I apologise for the quality of the photo, it's just it was incredibly hard to capture Boris Johnson's face through the flickering white lines running up and down the screen. Perhaps it would be better on another channel:

Is that Ray Liotta? A question I found myself asking over and over again throughout the gruelling half-hour I attempted to watch the film like this. After that I switched off. I'd had enough. I was the hungriest I'd been in my adult life and I had a splitting headache from squinting at a crackling screen.

My only option was to simply stare at the seat in front and wait for either food, or sleep. Neither came for an incredibly long time. But when it did it surpassed my wildest expectations:

Yes! It's another crime-scene cookie. Only this time you dunk it in the white stuff.

Richard.... What is that white stuff? It looked like it was going to be yoghurt. It finally dawned on me what it was after staring at it. It was a mixture between the Baaji custard and the Mustard sauce. It reminded me of my first week at university. I had overheard that you could make a drink by mixing vodka and refreshers. I lied to my new friends and told them I'd done it loads of times. When I attempted to make the drink in a big bowl it formed a cheese Richard, a cheese. That cheese looked a lot like your baaji-mustard.

So that was that Richard. I didn't eat a bloody thing. My only question is: How can you live like this? I can't imagine what dinner round your house is like, it must be like something out of a nature documentary.

As I said at the start I love your brand, I really do. It's just a shame such a simple thing could bring it crashing to it's knees and begging for sustenance.

Yours Sincerely

XXXX

Found on CNN.com

If you're ready, we can shake the world

Opus to the 20th Century set to John Legend's "If You're Out There"

Found by accident

And she fights for her life

Oren Lavie - Her Morning Elegance

Found by accident

See you July 11th: Wondering what we might have been

Dave Matthews Band - The Idea of You


Dave Matthews Band - violin solo of "Lie In Our Graves"

Before and After: Sometimes your words just hypnotize me

The Notorious B.I.G. - Hypnotize


Dan Black - HYPNTZ ("Hypnotize" cover)

Found on Perez Hilton

It's cool to know nothin'

Kaiser Chiefs - Never Miss a Beat

Seen live last night

When you kissed my lips with my mouth so full of questions

Ray LaMontagne - "Shelter" & "Hold You In My Arms"


Ray LaMontagne - "Jolene" & "Trouble"

Seen by accident

Day one

Alanis Morisette - Not As We

And suddenly swallowed by signs

Eddie Vedder - Rise

Heard by accident

At last

A narrow-minded chauvinist who hates people from different cultural backgrounds

"The President is Coming" trailer


"The President is Coming" trailer

Read about on Diário Digital

La musique, c’est du bruit qui pense

"Music, is noise that thinks."
(Victor Hugo)

Read in Público

Before and After: All I want is to find an easier way

Snow Patrol - Run (live at Glastonbury 2004)


Leona Lewis - Run (Snow Patrol cover live at Divas II 2008)
Seen on Perez Hilton

Great moments in sports 2008

Eurosport Watts Zap Best of 2008

Seen on Eurosport

It's about the nipples, stupid

Facebook's War on Nipples
By Ada Calhoun
Wednesday, Dec. 31, 2008

The breast-feeding wars have long followed a familiar pattern. A woman gets thrown off a plane for nursing her toddler; she sues Delta. Barbara Walters says sitting next to a breast-feeding woman made her "uncomfortable"; ABC's headquarters get surrounded by 200 women staging a "nurse-in." Maggie Gyllenhaal is photographed nursing her daughter in public; tabloids rush to either praise her as a role model or tell her to throw a blanket over her shoulder.

The sides have been distinct: breast-feeding advocates insist that women should be able to nurse anytime, anyplace, while opponents use words like discretion and discomfort. But the latest battle apparently has nothing to do with the best way to nourish a baby or the boundaries between private and public. It's about the nipples, stupid.

Facebook has drawn a line in the sand by removing any photos it deems obscene, including those containing a fully exposed breast, which the site defines as "showing the nipple or areola." In other words, plunging necklines or string bikinis are fine — just no nips. The purging of bare-boob pics began last summer and has swept up, alongside any girls gone wild, a growing number of proud — and very ticked-off — breast feeders.

On Dec. 27, some 11,000 protesters held a virtual nurse-in by uploading breast-feeding photos onto their Facebook profiles, and 20 or so women showed up at the company's headquarters in Palo Alto, Calif., to breast-feed there. By Dec. 30, more than 85,000 members had joined a Facebook group called "Hey, Facebook, breastfeeding is not obscene!"

The group, founded by San Diego mom Kelli Roman, urges Facebook to change its obscenity policy. "We expect you to realize that nursing moms everywhere have a right to show pictures of their babies eating, just like bottle-fed babies have a right to be seen," their petition reads. "In an effort to appease the closed-minded, you are only serving to be detrimental to babies, women, and society."

Assisting their cause is the Topfree Equal Rights Association (TERA), a Canadian group that has started posting on its website photos that breast feeders claim were removed from Facebook. One or two are vaguely pornographic shots of naked women holding babies, but most are straightforward and innocent.

"There are two problems," says Paul Rapoport, coordinator for TERA, which has been advocating that women should not be penalized for going topless since 1997. "First, Facebook removes photos arbitrarily. Second, its policy clearly implies that visible nipples or areolas always make photos of women obscene. Facebook stigmatizes breast-feeding and demeans women."

Facebook counters that it is far from the only organization steering clear of Areola City. "Could I place an ad related to breast-feeding that showed a woman breast-feeding a child but exposed her full breast in TIME or on your website?" asks spokesman Barry Schnitt. "During the course of this protest, I've called many media organizations and asked them this question. Not a single one has said yes."

The Facebook furor has brought up a bizarre cultural issue. We're all for breasts — the more cleavage the better. But the second a nipple is visible or we are reminded of nipples by the sight of a baby attached to one, all hell breaks loose.

When a tabloid website catches a star like Britney Spears, Keira Knightley or Tara Reid in a red-carpet "nip slip," traffic goes through the roof, as Web surfers click to catch a glimpse of the forbidden bit of skin.

It is perhaps understandable that we'd be so enflamed by the sight of women's nipples because we see them so rarely. Barbie dolls don't have nipples. Magazines routinely airbrush out nipples on fully clothed (but presumably chilly) models.

In the past decade, some 40 states have passed pro-breast-feeding legislation. Rapoport, however, says he considers such laws a "two-edged deal because it exempts nursing women from prosecution but reaffirms the sense that a topless woman is obscene without a baby."

Meanwhile, men's nipples aren't a problem. Recent photos of President-elect Barack Obama walking shirtless on a beach were greeted with puns about how he is "fit to be President," "buff-bodied" and "chiseled."

And perhaps the surest sign that "pregnant man" Thomas Beatie has been accepted as a man — even though he still has female sex organs and the ability to deliver a baby — is the fact that his nipples, the same ones he had when he was a woman, are suddenly O.K. to look at. They are acceptable features for the cover of a book, the pages of a magazine —and the profile photos for the Facebook groups supporting him.

Found on CNN.com and TIME.com

Please go under with a smile

Jamie Lidell - Another Day


Jamie Lidell - Multiply

The act I most regret having missed at Festival Sudoeste 2008

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you

"Spring Awakening" cast at the 2007 Tony Awards


"Spring Awakening" cast at Broadway in Bryant Park 2007



"Spring Awakening" cast - My Junk

""

"Spring Awakening" cast - Song of Purple Summer

Seen live on Broadway (June 2008)

He'll bring a change, he's got the brains

Ron Clark Academy students - You Can Vote However You Like
Seen on Perez Hilton


Ron Clark Academy students on CNN


Ron Clark Academy students - Dear Obama

There goes another morning

Junior Boys - In the Morning

Seen live at Festival Sudoeste 2008