Tuesday, December 15, 2009

The Man in 119 .........


" The man in 119 takes his tea alone. Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women, impassioned all. Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call. I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.

He will not touch their pastry but every day they bring him more. Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away and then go and eat them on the shore.

I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand, sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate then wash my hand in the sea. With just three days more I'd have just about learned the entire score to Aida.

Holidays must end as you know. All is memory taken home with me: the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago."


Friday, December 11, 2009

Dr. Seuss

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams."

- Dr. Seuss

Jackson Browne (looks like it´s me and you again tonight)

She was standing at the load-in when the trucks rolled up...

She was sniffing all around like a half-grown female pup
She wasn´t hard to talk to....

Looked like she had nowhere to go

So I gave her my pass

So she could get in and see the show

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Mummenschanz Strikes Again

I saw them live last night for the first time. Beautiful.

By strikes again I refer to a previous entry which mentioned them.

Monday, November 30, 2009

Tanita Tikaram

This song came to mind today, don´t know why. So I looked it up and remembered how much I enjoy it and how beautiful the singer is.

Turns out she even made a video for the tune. I was not aware of this back when the song became a sleeper hit. Check it out. Isn´t she lovely?

Friday, November 20, 2009

Burn Santa Burn

I know it may be considered in poor taste to laugh at this but nobody got hurt (except for the taxpayer of course).
It seems that a supersized Santa was placed in the town square of Balneário Camboriú, a city  located in the southern region of Brazil, specifically the state of Santa Catarina.
A steel structure supported the load of a cotton and paper Santa Claus. This article claims the cause of the incident has not yet been revealed but a source close to the Gritty Poet informs that some workers were welding part of the structure and the resulting sparks caused St. Nick to flame up.

Here is a video, quite impressive.

Monday, November 9, 2009

Quelqu'un M'a Dit

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses.
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...

Que tu m'aimais encore
C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore.
Serait-ce possible alors ?

On me dit que l'destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Paraît que le bonheur est à portée de main
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit...

{au refrain}

Mais qui est-ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais ?
Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit
J'entends encore la voix, mais je n'vois plus les traits
"Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"
Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit...

Que tu m'aimais encore - me l'a-t-on vraiment dit ?
Que tu m'aimais encore, serait-ce possible alors ?

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos tristesses il s'en fait des manteaux
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit que...

{au refrain}

Friday, October 30, 2009

You could be better than you are...

You could be swinging on a star.

Would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a mule?

A mule is an animal with long funny ears
Kicks up at anything he hears
His back is brawny but his brain is weak
He's just plain stupid with a stubborn streak
And by the way, if you hate to go to school
You may grow up to be a mule

Or would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a pig?

A pig is an animal with dirt on his face
His shoes are a terrible disgrace
He has no manners when he eats his food
[ Bing Crosby Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
He's fat and lazy and extremely rude
But if you don't care a feather or a fig
You may grow up to be a pig

Or would you like to swing on a star
Carry moonbeams home in a jar
And be better off than you are
Or would you rather be a fish?

A fish won't do anything, but swim in a brook
He can't write his name or read a book
To fool the people is his only thought
And though he's slippery, he still gets caught
But then if that sort of life is what you wish
You may grow up to be a fish
A new kind of jumped-up slippery fish

And all the monkeys aren't in the zoo
Every day you meet quite a few
So you see it's all up to you
You can be better than you are
You could be swingin' on a star

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Friday, September 11, 2009

And I

I love it when you give me things

And you

You ought to give me wedding rings

The posts leading up to the event were so well written that I can´t help thinking that the story as it continues will follow suit.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Friday, September 4, 2009

Van Goens


and then ordinary.

You can download it here, even send it to a friend if you want.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Gritty´s Angels

On their first mission the girls are supposed to spy on an enemy agent in a lavatory but decide to start singing and dancing instead.
Mission failed.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

From Rachinhas to Bond Girls

Finally someone opened up a school that teaches women to be spies.

One of the most important skills taught at the spy school is how to create a martini, something every woman should be able to do, with style.

Plus there is just something special about a girl who can save your life, fix your car, help the kids with their calculus homework and at the end of the day pour you a nice, cold, martini. Shaken, not stirred.

Since the girls from Buteco das Mina are amongst the few enlightened individuals who comment on this blog perhaps they should take the spy girl course, to be further perfected.

Yet since women need to be around each other so to gossip maybe the Bond way is not the best way. I think a team scenario is the better solution.

Below the three rachinhas, after completing the spy course, begin working for the Gritty Poet, sem carteira assinada obviamente.

Mr. Williams to Wrap it Up

Juan Williams conveys his thoughts and his literature, specially in regard to Thurgood Marshall and Clarence Thomas .

Here is the interview with Juan Williams.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Mr. Gates

Before I carry on I must say that I did not appreciate the seemingly spoiled outburst carried out by Dr. Gates when questioned by Sgt Crowley.
I still hold that opinion which does not invalidate inquisition on why Gates acted, or reacted, the way he did when questioned by Crowley.

This is a great interview, Gates relates his life experience, the interview occured before the Crowley-Gates arrest.

Saturday, August 1, 2009

Marry young, Diana........

Ah The 6ths

These people did a sing along, pretty good I think. Lyrics below for your benefit.

You can have a Fall
And Winter of your own
Staying warm inside
Your Victorian home
But when the city's so hot
The winos burst into flames
When the Jesus freaks
Collapse with the weight of their claims

Marry young, Diana
I don't want to see you old and alone
And it's no fun, Diana
I don't want to see you
Rot in the home for aging spinsters

You should find someone
As loyal as a dog
Who will still love you
When you look like a frog
Someone to rock your chair
And bring you pink lemonade
Someone to peel you a grape
At one-hundred degrees in the shade

Marry young, Diana
I don't want to see you old and alone
And it's no fun, Diana
I don't want to see you
Rot in the home for aging spinsters

Thursday, July 30, 2009

I Feel Pretty......

You make the call, who plays whom. I think Sandler is Gates and Torturro makes a good Crowley, except in the bar fight scene where the roles reverse. Obama is pure Jack.

Obama Nicholson works his magic

perhaps this is change we can believe in, but the boys need to work on it

Sure enough they can, yes they can.

Pretty funny and pretty serious this whole Crowley-Gates affair.
I personally think Gates was at fault, Obama understood why Gates reacted the way he did and took it from there, if the president did what he did out of oportunism or intelligence is beyond my pay grade. I do think that in the end something good came from it regardless of first intentions.
I know that I will not be alive to see the day when we all laugh at these things, but I do believe it will someday arrive.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Family Guy meets Manilow

Wrong on so many levels.

First Stewie and Brian hint at it

then Peter mentions it at the Drunken Clam

and so you have it.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Bauhaus Strikes Again

A Japanese band called Moralist which ended up here due to a Bauhaus search which turned out this blog.
Good blog and good links to many things Japan and all things music.

Torturing Canto

.... but then again maybe the coke float + codfish combo should be reconsidered.


Yet the blue wine guy, Remko Dekker, seems to direct all of Zuco 103´s clips.
Just goes to prove there is nothing wrong with mixing it up and multitasking, hence my coke float + codfish balls combo.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Of Alphaville, Scandinavia and Cupcakes

With the intent of posting an ancient Alphaville song called "Fallen Angel" I looked to find an appropriate image to match, preferably of the band itself.
So off to google images fui eu and after a search I found this which can only be described as a celebration of gorgeousness which in turn inspired me to use the picture above instead.
Oh yeah, below Alphaville´s "Fallen Angel", with the addition of "Lies" since to me it conveys Miss Automne´s depiction of Scandinavians. Think melody not title.
Now excuse me while I exit the door, stroll on my lawn of cupcakes, and kiss a lollipop tree.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Tuesday, June 23, 2009


Expert analysis from the best representative ever.

First on Msnbc

then seen on Red Eye.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Enough about you let´s talk about me

or at least let Sinead and Walt do it.

For Him I Sing

For him I sing,
I raise the present on the past,
(As some perennial tree out of its roots, the present on the past,)
With time and space I him dilate and fuse the immortal laws,
To make himself by them the law unto himself.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

"It was in your tone Jake"

A comical yet realistic view on how mischievous women can be when it comes to tying down a man ( and I don´t mean that in the fun way).

Nation's Girlfriends Unveil New Economic Plan: 'Let's Move In Together'

Wednesday, May 27, 2009


Change by phases.

The coolest girl

singing a nifty song.

"Meeting old friends after a long time, we see with surprise how they have changed, and must imagine, despite the mirror's lies, that change is upon us, too."
"The Faces of Children" by Elizabeth Spires

Friday, May 15, 2009

The man who couldn´t read time

Andrew "Dice" Clay came to mind the other day. I guess someone mentioned the movie Ford Fairlane, which I thought was pretty funny, and that triggered my curiosity. What is Andrew Clay doing these days?
Well it seems he tried to make a comeback and it didn´t work out. Dice´s comedy is disturbing, obscene at times and can be very insulting if not taken for what it is. An over the top spectacle of political incorrectness.

Below is the man in his glory days.

Here is more recent footage, from his comeback attempt. He ends up insulting a Cnn anchorman during an interview. I think he planned to stir something up since back in the day it probably would have worked to his benefit to have an altrication "Dice style" with a geek from a major network.

Dice was succesful in the 80´s and alot of people could not believe it, he was hated by some, by many actually, but the times allowed for his shenanigans, even rewarded it.
What the then Dice haters didn´t understand, or accept, seems to be what Dice doesn´t understand now. These are different times.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Blazing Supremo


Also staring
Mr. Taggart ............. Gilmar Mendes
Mongo ................. Capanga do Mato Grosso.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Plagiarism 101

Por Oscar Niemeyer

Os amigos do Correio Braziliense insistem para eu escrever qualquer coisa sobre essa celeuma que está ocupando a mídia. Uns contra a praça que projetei para Brasília, outros apoiando-me , dizendo que ela em nada perturba o Plano Piloto, e que é bonita e monumental, como afirmou o nosso amigo Lelé, um dos mais importantes arquitetos do país.

E, como hoje estou de bom humor e mais disposto a comentar o assunto, reconheço que a briga está boa. Cada um defendendo o seu ponto de vista — alguns merecendo resposta, pela maneira inteligente e elegante com que discutem os problemas, outros mais petulantes a tratarem as questões de arquitetura e urbanismo com uma audácia que a falta de informação deveria deter.

Confesso que durante esses dias tive o prazer de ler Lelé a exaltar o valor da minha arquitetura ou Glauco Campello num texto muito bem escrito, justificando a integração do meu projeto em Brasília. E isso sem falar do artigo de Ítalo Campofiorito que, com muito brilho, elogia e aprova a adoção do meu projeto no Plano Piloto.

Graças ao apoio de nossa amiga Vera Brant, até um grupo dos mais importantes advogados de Brasília veio a público, declarando que juridicamente nada impede a minha intervenção ao propor uma nova praça para esta cidade.

Mas não é apenas o Correio Braziliense que insiste em divulgar minhas novas declarações sobre o assunto, mas também os amigos que me cercam, dizendo que eu não posso ficar calado sem querer criticar o Plano Piloto, enquanto os outros combatem o meu projeto com tanta virulência:
“Oscar, você não deve se recusar a falar sobre o Plano Piloto. Por que você, por exemplo, não diz que o Plano Piloto está dividido entre pobres e ricos? Os primeiros em seus apartamentos confortáveis ligados às escolas, ao comércio local, como convém; os outros, mais de 3 milhões de brasileiros, esquecidos pelas cidades-satélites sem escolas, postos de saúdes e as áreas de recreio indispensáveis. Uma questão que preocupa muito o atual governador, interessado em resolvê-la.”

“Se você falar sobre isso, não está criticando o Plano Piloto. Você está defendendo esses princípios de igualdade e fraternidade que uma cidade como Brasília deveria levar em conta.”

“Você, Oscar, poderia recordar que a praça que propõe vai criar um estacionamento para 3 mil carros, indispensável para se responder a esses problemas de tráfego que afligem o povo desta metrópole. Você precisa compreender que a sua arquitetura foi muito importante para a nova capital, e que hoje está difundida em todo o mundo — Portugal, Espanha, Itália, França, Argentina, Chile, Argélia e até no Cazaquistão —, como o álbum que você nos mostrou revela. Você, Oscar, está contribuindo, mais que qualquer outro, para a divulgação da nossa arquitetura no exterior.”

E fiquei a ouvi-los, lembrando a audácia do atual presidente do Iphan a se manifestar contra a minha arquitetura.......

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Along came Polly


and then some

Friday, April 10, 2009

Do you remember what it was like to feel like this?

If so then here´s to you, this one´s for you.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Oh I love you hamburger

So I will put this on top of you

( Courtesy of Mr. Blumenthal)

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Monday, February 23, 2009

Videos shot in deserts

I met a strange lady, she made me nervous

Thursday, February 12, 2009


I´ve never met a more impossible girl.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Dinesh vs Hitchens

Such debates are internal to our civilization

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife

Though it´s cold and lonely in the deep dark night

I can feel paradise by the dashboard light.