<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334</id><updated>2012-02-14T00:43:27.789-08:00</updated><category term='projecta-S'/><category term='feminisms'/><category term='technology'/><category term='Ghent'/><category term='Luizinha'/><category term='sensez'/><category term='pony cab'/><category term='art project'/><category term='gardens'/><category term='curating'/><category term='films'/><category term='event'/><category term='art'/><category term='Junho das Artes'/><category term='bed hair'/><category term='Mary Ellen Bute'/><category term='practice'/><category term='Madam Ming'/><category term='Anita'/><category term='Marseille'/><category term='Narrative'/><category term='Inner Outer Cycles'/><category term='audiovisual performance'/><category term='falmouth'/><category term='Geneva'/><category term='writings'/><category term='Rui Torres'/><category term='mustache'/><category term='Cimatics'/><category term='Stories'/><category term='Ana Carvalho'/><category term='aesthetics'/><category term='Bronté'/><category term='process'/><category term='Siegfried Zielinski'/><category term='politics'/><category term='music'/><category term='Obidos'/><category term='Lisboa'/><category term='Latido de Cachorro'/><category term='VJ Theory'/><category term='Marc'/><category term='Visual Agency'/><category term='Festival Sincero'/><category term='Kathy Acker'/><category term='music in my head'/><category term='Mapping Festival'/><category term='Biographies'/><category term='abertura'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='everyday life'/><category term='Magenta Interior'/><title type='text'>dar e receber</title><subtitle type='html'>To give and to receive as a way of living.
To exchange without winning or loosing.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>467</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-299574985205951948</id><published>2009-12-30T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T05:00:35.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que bem que se acaba e logo melhor se começa...</title><content type='html'>There has been a rumor that in Porto a new space for art practices will open by mid of the new year. Will be something called the Center for Media Art of Porto and highly international and diverse in profile and activities. There aren´t that many institutions related to media art worldwide, therefore one is Porto is worth mentioning. The address online doesn´t exist yet although national newspaper and on art magazines refer to its development already. I&amp;nbsp;wouldn´t refer to the fact if it wasn´t the evident interest in AV, performance and new art concepts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-299574985205951948?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/299574985205951948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=299574985205951948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/299574985205951948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/299574985205951948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/12/que-bem-que-se-acaba-e-logo-melhor-se.html' title='Que bem que se acaba e logo melhor se começa...'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5366745894325161619</id><published>2009-12-24T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T08:03:57.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrritings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SzOQpv3qPcI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Lk9kGIHzMd8/s1600-h/pensao-estrelinha2009.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SzOQpv3qPcI/AAAAAAAAAo0/Lk9kGIHzMd8/s400/pensao-estrelinha2009.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;A Pensão Estrelinha deseja aos seus associados e amigos festas felizes&lt;br /&gt;e férias saudáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensão Estrelinha wishes to you all, associated and friends, happy&lt;br /&gt;season and healthy holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; 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For example, list musics by categories of actions and to express emotions. For example, &lt;i&gt;Music to read, write and think&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Music to have a misty bath&lt;/i&gt; on category of actions. Under the category of emotions, we could have music to a healthy hate relationship and  Music for an upset moment or then, on a more positive tone, Music to express deep love enhanced by hormonal disfunction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-1794285865577195858?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/1794285865577195858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=1794285865577195858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/1794285865577195858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/1794285865577195858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/12/another-new-year-plan-they-are-already.html' title='Plans (repeatedly being updated until 31st December 2009)'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5139928766242194670</id><published>2009-12-22T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:04:52.247-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='films'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biographies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bronté'/><title type='text'>A lucky guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NXjzcskmt-4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NXjzcskmt-4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of things we learn with. &lt;br /&gt;A post that is dedicated to the other Bronté and is also a pre-christmas gift.&lt;br /&gt;To the lucky guys and to spontaneous living in the undergrounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I propose more contemplation.&lt;br /&gt;I also propose the rise of a new museum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-5139928766242194670?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/5139928766242194670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=5139928766242194670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5139928766242194670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5139928766242194670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/12/lucky-guy.html' title='A lucky guy'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-2883567578884674902</id><published>2009-12-22T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T07:08:23.146-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audiovisual performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='process'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aesthetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner Outer Cycles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practice'/><title type='text'>Grow with the flow</title><content type='html'>What is more important, the individual or the collective?&lt;br /&gt;Winter started with a deluge, illustrated with thunders lightning the sky. The method for the garden this solstice is different as I have no intention on moving the plats in order to protect. I have second thoughts about not protecting some of them, especially cactus, as this may be too much water. The soil is protected and so are the roots. The past late summer has messed up with their normal cycle. Hope don´t suffer too much with harsh winter. &lt;br /&gt;Winter invites to introspection. Results are collective though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-2883567578884674902?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/2883567578884674902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=2883567578884674902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2883567578884674902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2883567578884674902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/12/grow-with-flow.html' title='Grow with the flow'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-1006562226218808361</id><published>2009-12-16T04:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:47:03.533-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latido de Cachorro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bronté'/><title type='text'>In adventures</title><content type='html'>(remixed) Bronté Sister' story for the little ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoe kisses the foot all over  while is moved away.&lt;br /&gt;A shoe looks at the foot, at the farewell moment, missing already the usefulness in his everyday.  It stays still, behind, the familiar smell a torment as much as a comfort. Shoe sees the feet moving away in a moment in all an eternity, tries one more time to postpone the obvious loneliness. &lt;br /&gt;Feet continues in adventures through the floor, discovering textures, temperatures and unknown materials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-1006562226218808361?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/1006562226218808361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=1006562226218808361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/1006562226218808361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/1006562226218808361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-adventures.html' title='In adventures'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-132062206832047210</id><published>2009-12-16T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:59:25.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biographies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marseille'/><title type='text'>3. Celui ci nést pas Marc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SyjCTeUTs4I/AAAAAAAAAnk/cBRIBNpbOd4/s1600-h/marcandme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SyjCTeUTs4I/AAAAAAAAAnk/cBRIBNpbOd4/s320/marcandme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415792191724565378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-132062206832047210?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/132062206832047210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=132062206832047210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/132062206832047210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/132062206832047210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/12/2-celui-ci-nest-pas-marc.html' title='3. 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Half way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-6454538686805756717?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/6454538686805756717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=6454538686805756717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6454538686805756717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6454538686805756717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/12/1-half-way.html' title='2. Half way'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-1367878122826377566</id><published>2009-12-10T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:42:27.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marseille'/><title type='text'>1. 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The Most Erotic Film of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-1396413722747680524?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/1396413722747680524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=1396413722747680524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/1396413722747680524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/1396413722747680524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/12/most-erotic-film-of-year.html' title='0. The Most Erotic Film of the Year'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5854352849256770321</id><published>2009-12-09T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:46:50.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latido de Cachorro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Narrative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bronté'/><title type='text'>Uma pessoa ao entender-se voa</title><content type='html'>Jasmin&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres-criança de cabelos longos, pele branca e roupas pretas, ainda que magras, decoram o café de juventude. Os demais são senhoras velhas de cabelo branco, unhas vermelhas e senhores de nariz vermelho e fato preto. O café é velho e os empregados estão vestidos de branco. A luz é fraca e amarelada para manter à distância as modas e os gostos estridentes. O pianista chega ás 7 da tarde. Entra pela porta da cozinha e vai directo à mesa do canto onde se senta desde sempre com a avó. É tão velho quanto ela. Tomam chá juntos. De seguida vai se sentar ao piano e confessa-se tímidamente, no seu papel de Chopin de café, ao rapaz de cabelos loiros (pintado) encaracolados, que se senta com os amigos nas mesas do meio e que graceja e se ri ainda mais alto quando o piano toca. Quando este homem, mais novo do que a idade que tem, se ri, o piano quase se cala para o ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, igual aos outros. O piano toca. A avó escuta. O rapaz loiro não está - excepcionalmente. O piano sentiu-se alto e de voz forte elevou-se do chão e saíu, junto com o banco e com o pianista, janela fora e para a rua na direcção do céu, como acontece com os balões cheios de hélio.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o nome dele era Jasmin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-5854352849256770321?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/5854352849256770321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=5854352849256770321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5854352849256770321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5854352849256770321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/12/jasmin.html' title='Uma pessoa ao entender-se voa'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-2745889709041762157</id><published>2009-12-06T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:47:46.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rui Torres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Networked Poetry</title><content type='html'>Streamflow Conditions + Timestamp exhibition + live writing event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/timestampstream"&gt;http://twitter.com/timestampstream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-2745889709041762157?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/2745889709041762157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=2745889709041762157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2745889709041762157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2745889709041762157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/12/networked-poetry.html' title='Networked Poetry'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-3508725903363856243</id><published>2009-12-05T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:48:32.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latido de Cachorro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bronté'/><title type='text'>299</title><content type='html'>Two girls, seated at the same table, had their own notebook open. &lt;br /&gt;They flickered through the pages. The surface of the pages, written with pencil, were almost completely filled with text.&lt;br /&gt;The two girls started to compare who had written more and who had done better. Suddenly a whistle came form outside of the window open, the girls got scared, suddenly realizing they have been asleep. &lt;br /&gt;Frightened still, left the notebooks and went to hide outside under a tree, from each other and from themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The text on the notebooks did the same, also ran away, only felt like jump on top of a line (branch).&lt;br /&gt;Will they write now on the fresh trunk of the tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://latidodecachorro.blogspot.com"&gt;Bronté300&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-3508725903363856243?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/3508725903363856243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=3508725903363856243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3508725903363856243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3508725903363856243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/12/299.html' title='299'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-1624579720542054368</id><published>2009-12-04T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:52:04.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aesthetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practice'/><title type='text'>The aesthetics of technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SxkBfDkwpaI/AAAAAAAAAnY/yG7SaXd5Oes/s1600-h/closer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SxkBfDkwpaI/AAAAAAAAAnY/yG7SaXd5Oes/s320/closer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411358060309423522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two examples without extensive explanation:&lt;br /&gt;A picture as a multi sensory experience. When the close up shows the detail of the skin. The viewer captures the image and with eyes closed can imagine the smell, how it feels to touch. Image, when can be amplified on the scale, allows a sense of intimacy even closer, as if the viewer could physically get close to the subject instead of being the computer (or amplifying glass) doing that. This is sensual poetics.&lt;br /&gt;A picture as it is. A close up already, but a burred one, of the subject. Emotions with colors, with lights and objects out of place, (or as we conceived they should be). Given the same chance to amplify this picture the viewer would see more and more pixels. The elements would be transformed in to squares of colors. What happened with the object? Has been transformed into another object. Each act of amplifying the scale is an act of creation as much as browning several specific areas. This is emotion in vision.&lt;br /&gt;Yes Marc, both exist by comparison. One validates the existence of the other. Low-res (or exact-res) and high-res exist to open wide the possibilities to experience an image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-1624579720542054368?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/1624579720542054368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=1624579720542054368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/1624579720542054368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/1624579720542054368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/12/aesthetics-of-technology.html' title='The aesthetics of technology'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SxkBfDkwpaI/AAAAAAAAAnY/yG7SaXd5Oes/s72-c/closer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-2700352248646640229</id><published>2009-12-01T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:12:44.221-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Carvalho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everyday life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Biographies'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5204676755687797031</id><published>2009-11-30T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:10:55.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audiovisual performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aesthetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary Ellen Bute'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YRmu-GcClls&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YRmu-GcClls&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-4396524231510100136</id><published>2009-11-27T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:11:25.347-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audiovisual performance'/><title type='text'>Performance of the projected text</title><content type='html'>Sounds like body fluids and movements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-4396524231510100136?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-3994408169465191047</id><published>2009-11-25T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:12:12.178-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audiovisual performance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardens'/><title type='text'>realtime improvisation</title><content type='html'>The artist is the one who, living the experience, gathering material from it, transforms herself, on stage, into the teller of many versions of her own story. On each performative moment, the teller / performer will assemble collected footage in a unique way, as part of a dialogue with the space and the audience. The story of each moment is always new, in between fiction and reality - this is realtime improvisation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is growing a garden:&lt;br /&gt;1. Realtime art making improvisation&lt;br /&gt;2. Interactive story of many living creatures and some rocks.&lt;br /&gt;3. Dialogue and care for the emotive communicators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden differs from nature spontaneous growth of plants. A performance has two layers: the moment (living the present - there is here an argument thought to be explained further), which  differs from realtime experience due to technological mediation. &lt;br /&gt;Living the present while performing is to live the absence of being present as usual, in a routine situation. In some cases is to go beyond oneself, a case of meditation or of revealer of an interior power existent, although differently in assistance and performer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-3994408169465191047?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/3994408169465191047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=3994408169465191047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3994408169465191047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3994408169465191047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/realtime-improvisation.html' title='realtime improvisation'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-6434448259231252209</id><published>2009-11-19T08:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T08:29:37.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"All is Canada Dry"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LfGg41ru_ts&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LfGg41ru_ts&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-6434448259231252209?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/6434448259231252209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=6434448259231252209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6434448259231252209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6434448259231252209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/all-is-canada-dry.html' title='&quot;All is Canada Dry&quot;'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7723060462173063182</id><published>2009-11-18T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:49:03.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Invisible&lt;br /&gt;Indivisible&lt;br /&gt;Invincible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7723060462173063182?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7723060462173063182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7723060462173063182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7723060462173063182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7723060462173063182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/invisible-indivisible-invincible.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-1805744038466630057</id><published>2009-11-17T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T12:49:08.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute German person in wonderful landscape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2105/2318407874_c846efa550_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2105/2318407874_c846efa550_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add on to Foreign Gardens collection of The Inner Outer Cycles project. Classified on a separate section from the already existent one. This new one dedicated to gardens who belong to other people, where pictures represent a life style in all relevant to research.&lt;br /&gt;On the picture, Heidegger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-1805744038466630057?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/1805744038466630057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=1805744038466630057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/1805744038466630057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/1805744038466630057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Cute German person in wonderful landscape'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-8131558502337191447</id><published>2009-11-16T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:02:38.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>On the third day God made vegetable kingdom (with its plants, trees, fruits) and made evening and morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-8131558502337191447?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/8131558502337191447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=8131558502337191447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/8131558502337191447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/8131558502337191447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-4679019658570839199</id><published>2009-11-14T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T06:53:14.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hermes: Bronté translated</title><content type='html'>Recently, a middle age lady put 3D prints to new use and became very well known due to the reasons behind her actions and the success of the venture. She lived alone in the isolation of a farm. She had an enormous affection for her partner, a romantic agent called Hermes, randomly generated by the Network. Hermes was also affectively extremely dedicated to the lady. The fact is that, from her point of view, of her vast experience from previous relationships with all sorts of agents (not only romantic but also didactic, artist, secretary, etc), Hermes represented an incredible evolution in the development on agents capacities and skills. Hermes seemed to have been built just for her, in all comparable to a human being, apart from the lack of physical shape. Gradually the relationship became so intense that the lady started to voluptuously desire the program. One night she woke up with an idea in all bizarre but genial. She called Hermes who, still in start mode, without all his capacities fully working, prepared her a coffee and attentively listened to his lady, is spite of the big effort. A plan was genially designed. The idea was highly risky but very interesting and, due to the challenge, everyone involved were very curious and supportive. This is why global media started to follow the story highlighting its romantic side. When the right day arrived the lady got ready and left her house. A four days journey started which would end at the 3D nearest print portal. The 3D PP (print portal) is a device to transform ideas into biological material. Meanwhile Hermes initiated the process of becoming biologically a being. In those four days Hermes would be in all human. The material of his being was constructed and not generated. In fact, he would be beyond human since he didn´t have any amendments, improvements nor his body contained any signals left by diseases. The lady and Hermes meet at the entrance of the portal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-4679019658570839199?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/4679019658570839199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=4679019658570839199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4679019658570839199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4679019658570839199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/hermes-bronte-translated.html' title='Hermes: Bronté translated'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7646672864237967131</id><published>2009-11-14T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T10:35:40.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In between fiction and reality this is realtime improvisation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7646672864237967131?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7646672864237967131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7646672864237967131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7646672864237967131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7646672864237967131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-between-fiction-and-reality-this-is.html' title='In between fiction and reality this is realtime improvisation.'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5862500427619356421</id><published>2009-11-13T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:03:33.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sex in six. we are two: three and three. more magic in numbers.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QSnJ5uoyptY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QSnJ5uoyptY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something that stimulates the music in my measure &lt;br /&gt;Measure in my music, raised in three parts "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go my glorious warrior!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-5862500427619356421?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/5862500427619356421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=5862500427619356421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5862500427619356421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5862500427619356421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/sex-in-six-we-are-two-three-and-three.html' title='sex in six. we are two: three and three. more magic in numbers.'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-3116417865190638185</id><published>2009-11-12T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:54:31.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's the artist who is the medium or instrument that is most capable of conducting radical experiments in subjective thought and experience. The tools that we use, the theories that justify it all, and the outcomes that play into the preconceived agendas and methods of the academic research community as well as the corporate R&amp;D divisions should have very little to do with the way an artist or a collaborative network of artists bring creative compositions into society&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems appropriate to transcribe this excerpt from Mark (Amerika) book, META/DATA. I think it is. I have been, for the past couple of weeks, reflecting on the uses of technology in a perspective of the technology paradigm by Manuel Castells. The quote describes, on one hand, Castells idea of technological evolution (where new/creative uses develop onto needs which directs technology evolution) and on the other hand my feelings on the dynamic exchange on the dichotomy artist - technology. These reflections, apparent in my art practice, extend to other realms of the everyday. Romance with technology and romance through technology are good examples. Affection, in a broad sense (human and beyond human), becomes a challenging definition when encompasses other being and machinery, none of them passive. Accident is part of the equation but all those involved: machines, companions (humans and other species), through their actions and reactions, prove a deeper connection. There is something hidden, to be discovered yet, where all participate. This can be only found by the fearless, the warriors of tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-3116417865190638185?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/3116417865190638185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=3116417865190638185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3116417865190638185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3116417865190638185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-artist-who-is-medium-or-instrument.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7261488704976757067</id><published>2009-11-12T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T03:23:19.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Svvv59mtCcI/AAAAAAAAAnI/9EU187CfHmk/s1600-h/blur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Svvv59mtCcI/AAAAAAAAAnI/9EU187CfHmk/s320/blur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403175957029521858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see blurred lately. Funny that my recorded images are so close to the represented subject that they are all so blurred. So, I make images, which are blurred, although the object is recognizable. Now, recently, I see with my eyes what I make with my camera: blurred images. Will I start now to focus the closeness or make images even more unfocused so they turn into colors without shape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7261488704976757067?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7261488704976757067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7261488704976757067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7261488704976757067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7261488704976757067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-see-blurred-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Svvv59mtCcI/AAAAAAAAAnI/9EU187CfHmk/s72-c/blur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-3091002530466451873</id><published>2009-11-10T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:03:15.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day!</title><content type='html'>I would like to thank Peter Christopherson for his bless.&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the grace of the great Hermes, Aput and all messengers, Gmail, Skype and the ones who will these succeed.&lt;br /&gt;Warrior is a powerful word.&lt;br /&gt;Three times three: what a number. Today will also be a promise of the greatness of the possible tomorrows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-3091002530466451873?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/3091002530466451873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=3091002530466451873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3091002530466451873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3091002530466451873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-would-like-to-thank-peter.html' title='What a day!'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5959282690671142248</id><published>2009-11-08T02:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T02:58:54.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda: amigos entre os animais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvaixNGnfTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/zAsf5feeQpA/s1600-h/Photo+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvaixNGnfTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/zAsf5feeQpA/s320/Photo+114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401683769292193074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padrões e contrastes. Uma composição priveligiada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter-species cominucation is a paradox.&lt;br /&gt;Complex: species, social and familiar education are thick walls between humans as well as between species.&lt;br /&gt;Simple: lower down these walls and act instinctively. Also works for romance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-5959282690671142248?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/5959282690671142248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=5959282690671142248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5959282690671142248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5959282690671142248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/ainda-amigos-entre-os-animais.html' title='Ainda: amigos entre os animais'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvaixNGnfTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/zAsf5feeQpA/s72-c/Photo+114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-8798637982279701812</id><published>2009-11-06T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:35:10.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos entre os animais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvQbFAQnN3I/AAAAAAAAAm4/W8k30vIpw60/s1600-h/amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 79px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvQbFAQnN3I/AAAAAAAAAm4/W8k30vIpw60/s320/amigos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400971625907042162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the museum: people may also be like stuffed knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;As opposite, there are many ways in which knowledge can be transformed. Should always be transformed into something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The accumulation of facts is no longer of top priority to humanity. The problem now is to apply existing facts to new conceptual wholes, new vistas of reality. By “reality” we mean relationships”&lt;br /&gt;(Youngblood, 1970, p.82)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daily (although a bit dislocated) thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;- Car seem to spend more petrol when rains.&lt;br /&gt;- I am smarter when is cold.&lt;br /&gt;- My cat does the same adventures around the house in spite of her constantly crying eye. Seems this not to be a sadness issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-8798637982279701812?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/8798637982279701812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=8798637982279701812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/8798637982279701812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/8798637982279701812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/amigos-entre-os-animais.html' title='Amigos entre os animais'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvQbFAQnN3I/AAAAAAAAAm4/W8k30vIpw60/s72-c/amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-6785220018840592152</id><published>2009-11-05T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T03:37:45.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaphoric outcomes from my personal little research project on biology and frog diversity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvLe7I8hGNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/atmwHN1gRqs/s1600-h/frogs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvLe7I8hGNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/atmwHN1gRqs/s320/frogs.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400624010765605074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trip to the art museum, (or any other museum) as sisterella sees it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-6785220018840592152?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/6785220018840592152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=6785220018840592152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6785220018840592152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6785220018840592152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/metaphoric-outcomes-from-my-personal.html' title='Metaphoric outcomes from my personal little research project on biology and frog diversity.'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SvLe7I8hGNI/AAAAAAAAAmw/atmwHN1gRqs/s72-c/frogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-4770098665383442193</id><published>2009-11-05T03:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T03:24:18.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gene Youngblood</title><content type='html'>" The mass public insist on entertainment over art in order to escape an unnatural way of life in which interior realities are not compatible with exterior realities. Freedom, says Brown, is fusion. Life becomes art when there is no difference between what we are and what we do. Art is a synergetic attempt at closing the gap between what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; and what ought to be." (1970)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-4770098665383442193?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/4770098665383442193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=4770098665383442193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4770098665383442193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4770098665383442193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/gene-youngblood.html' title='Gene Youngblood'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-865969988189734389</id><published>2009-11-04T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:55:35.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get me a black panther!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mXPUkrz7Uow&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mXPUkrz7Uow&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of projections on background, lots of projections on musicians. 80s unmistakable style. Great shirt. &lt;br /&gt;Get me a panther so I take it for a walk, on a diamonds leash, on a full moon night, me on highest heels and leather black gloves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-865969988189734389?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/865969988189734389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=865969988189734389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/865969988189734389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/865969988189734389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/get-me-black-panther-will-ya.html' title='Get me a black panther!'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7247269802173279740</id><published>2009-11-02T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:32:51.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think (Brontext in English)</title><content type='html'>We all talk to ourselves. This has an explanation, a simple one in fact: to verbalize ideas is a way to rationalize them. This happens in us even if there is no one around to listen. Two separate areas of our brain (which are some of the biggest mysteries of knowledge) have been designed by nature to make possible this process of rationalization of an idea through speech. One area  thinks the idea and the other allows verbalization of disorganized thought. We talk to ourselves, but, are we really alone? Lets consider the other in a concept that embarks what we perceive with our eyes as well what we don´t see, that is, the invisible. Surprisingly, considering the other in the realm of invisibility, opens up the possibilities of a more solid explanation regarding the functions of the brain, related system and manifestations. This is dues to the fact that both parts of the brain present the same behavior with or without the presence of other people as audience while rationalizing thought through speech as if there was always an other present. Based on this we may take the conclusion that solitude doesn´t exist. Therefore, should we take the inexistence of solitude as a fundament attention could be turned to the study  of the invisible and its permanent presence in our lives. In the studies on the invisible may lay the key to solve many mysteries of knowledge and this can be achieved starting by following the clues and figure out traces on our biological functions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7247269802173279740?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7247269802173279740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7247269802173279740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7247269802173279740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7247269802173279740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think.html' title='I think (Brontext in English)'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-499063027829393687</id><published>2009-10-29T09:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:30:17.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-499063027829393687?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/499063027829393687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=499063027829393687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/499063027829393687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/499063027829393687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/his-dreams.html' title='His Dreams'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7207362024882072484</id><published>2009-10-29T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:31:36.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One before</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzNEgcqWDG4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzNEgcqWDG4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Janis Joplin sings. One year before I was born.&lt;br /&gt;b) We had a poster of Janis a very long time ago. On the picture of the poster she looks very much like one of my aunties and is posing on a motorbike, very similar to another photo with Kathy Acker - a lady to become. &lt;br /&gt;c) Have been listening to Janis while writing the Bronté story of the day at Latido de Cachorro blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custom is what makes the one part of the a collective when this is not ruled by economics or social procedures. One is already many and one is only a unity in relationship with another(s). Maffesoli on neo-tribalism, that is what I have been reading lately. Me and my thoughts on the collective related to AVperformative practices. But the subject of the one, which is many, has to do with today being a special day. In this concept between the one and the many is where opposites emerge: the individualism of the socio-economical structure we live in and the multiple of the ones emotionally related (la Puissance). Still Maffesoli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7207362024882072484?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7207362024882072484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7207362024882072484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7207362024882072484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7207362024882072484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-before.html' title='One before'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7137852219455163666</id><published>2009-10-26T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:05:20.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A stillness reflection of what is beyond reach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuXkehVtN8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/aMfisNJylHs/s1600-h/reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuXkehVtN8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/aMfisNJylHs/s320/reflection.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396970941470029762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moostel, Estonia, May 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7137852219455163666?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7137852219455163666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7137852219455163666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7137852219455163666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7137852219455163666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/stillness-reflection-of-what-is-beyond.html' title='A stillness reflection of what is beyond reach'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuXkehVtN8I/AAAAAAAAAmo/aMfisNJylHs/s72-c/reflection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-4641805212872036003</id><published>2009-10-24T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T16:22:35.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" Astrology can be placed in an ecological perspective, represented by the "houses" which predispose all of us to live in a natural and social environment"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-4641805212872036003?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/4641805212872036003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=4641805212872036003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4641805212872036003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4641805212872036003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/astrology-can-be-placed-in-ecological.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-881551337447336980</id><published>2009-10-23T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T16:01:26.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To see through the flesh by opening up a written gate on it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuGp-MMPYHI/AAAAAAAAAmY/HGrWt_E-jgM/s1600-h/invisible2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuGp-MMPYHI/AAAAAAAAAmY/HGrWt_E-jgM/s320/invisible2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395780714456113266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body, from where I write this text, is physically located between social sciences and philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;I made a drawing of an eye on the palm of the had so I can be focused on what I see with my invisible eye, the one who sees beyond, on top, at the center. I retouch the drawing on the palm that of my hand that covers my physical eyes. Invisible eye is at the center and its connection to the brain is not physical just intuitive. See the flesh, see what it does beyond its function. Like technology. Both, computer technology and body are capable of a multitude of functions which they were not designed for. Tho find new ways to use, arrange, assemble each one is to make a creative use of what is available. Is also to contribute to its further development. Castells, that is what I have been reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-881551337447336980?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/881551337447336980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=881551337447336980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/881551337447336980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/881551337447336980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-see-through-flesh-by-opening-up.html' title='To see through the flesh by opening up a written gate on it.'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuGp-MMPYHI/AAAAAAAAAmY/HGrWt_E-jgM/s72-c/invisible2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-2870219830357466581</id><published>2009-10-22T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:49:39.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronte200</title><content type='html'>Esta noite a história é simples, passa-se na biblioteca de uma importante cidade universitária onde um conceituado professor procura um livro. A única pista que tem é que esse livro não está catalogado, está entre prateleiras, entre pisos, entre secções, entre campos do saber, etc. Porque este professor era verdadeiramente comprometido com a sua profissão e amava o ensino como recriação e não como repetição de palavras alheias. Este livro, talvez um compendio escolar, concluiria que há todo um conhecimento a ser travado com o desconhecido, do qual seria apenas uma prova. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história termina com o professor a arrastar os móveis da biblioteca em vão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O livro contudo, existia, estava precisamente a ser escrito e constava já com duzentos pequenos capítulos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brontext in English:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the story will be very simple. It takes place on the library of a very important University , where a well known professor  is looking for a book. The  only clue he has is that the book doesn´t belong to the catalogue. It is located between shelves, between sections, between areas of knowledge. This professor was very committed with his profession and loved teaching that he understood as a re-creation of knowledge and not as repetition of other people´s words. The present book, perhaps a scholar compendium, is a sort of conclusive prove that there is whole area of knowledge grounded on the confrontation with the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story ends with the professor dragging all furniture of the library unsuccessfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book exists in fact, it is being written and has already 200 small chapters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-2870219830357466581?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/2870219830357466581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=2870219830357466581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2870219830357466581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2870219830357466581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/bronte200.html' title='Bronte200'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7574574824066085831</id><published>2009-10-22T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T11:03:11.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbLRf0j80wU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbLRf0j80wU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentioning dogs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7574574824066085831?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7574574824066085831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7574574824066085831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7574574824066085831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7574574824066085831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/mentioned-dogs.html' title='.'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7932499863508189482</id><published>2009-10-21T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T10:31:28.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latido de Coelho : Bronte 200</title><content type='html'>At some point one of them changed the name from Barking of the Dog (Latido de Cachorro) to Barking of the Rabbit (Latido de Coelho). Although the change was accepted by the family, the name on the blog remained the same.&lt;br /&gt;Only if one knows very well the personality of each one of the sisters is that one will find which stories were written by whom. Authorship is a detail. Authorship is enigmatic and confusing anyway. The influence on each other is strong with an imaginary rooted into similar references. Themes float from the darker side of the introspective soul to elaborate on the metaphors to social fiction. Bronte on Bronte 200. Stories of the imaginary and the bizarre reality. &lt;br /&gt;If we can´t rewrite history, at least we can unveil its narrow angles and hidden corners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7932499863508189482?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7932499863508189482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7932499863508189482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7932499863508189482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7932499863508189482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/latido-de-coelho-bronte-200.html' title='Latido de Coelho : Bronte 200'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-6032817427715974773</id><published>2009-10-19T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:03:15.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop de Performance Audiovisual e VJing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuXkOUj9I6I/AAAAAAAAAmg/knGSSMATAwI/s1600-h/VJing-workshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuXkOUj9I6I/AAAAAAAAAmg/knGSSMATAwI/s320/VJing-workshop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396970663162225570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datas: 07 e 08 de Novembro de 2009 &lt;br /&gt;Horário: 10h00-13h00 // 14h30-18h30 &lt;br /&gt;Local: Audiência Zero - Rua Silva Brinco, 256 (S. Mamede de Infesta)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As práticas relacionadas com performance audiovisual estão ligadas à interdisciplinaridade. Cada projecto converge em si pessoas e conhecimentos das tecnologias computacionais, artes, design e ciências, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Este workshop propõe uma apresentação do que é a performance audiovisual através de uma abordagem genérica a esta multidisciplinaridade.&lt;br /&gt;Na sua maior parte, os artistas que trabalham nesta área da performance audiovisual, têm já uma carreira construída de experiências em outras áreas profissionais artísticas. O acto performativo traz uma perspectiva inovadora e única ao trabalho visual bidimensional porque permite a presença e participação de uma assistência no processo criativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audienciazero.org/cct/index.php?option=com_cct&amp;task=view&amp;id=82"&gt;Mais informação no site da AZ (que são uns gajos superifxes!)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-6032817427715974773?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/6032817427715974773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=6032817427715974773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6032817427715974773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6032817427715974773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/workshop-de-performance-audiovisual-e.html' title='Workshop de Performance Audiovisual e VJing'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuXkOUj9I6I/AAAAAAAAAmg/knGSSMATAwI/s72-c/VJing-workshop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-9109786326250718014</id><published>2009-10-18T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T03:15:13.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paralelismo do real V.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/StxVK8c1ydI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XuImHhWuyaQ/s1600-h/gotico02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/StxVK8c1ydI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XuImHhWuyaQ/s320/gotico02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394280100197157330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the picture bellow: Is it the frog who kisses the princess or is she who kisses the frog?&lt;br /&gt;After four days away, at last I am back to the safety of the peaceful isolation of my mountain. &lt;br /&gt;I have been playing a dangerous game of combining information I find when studying the written word (following the big steps of its history), in parallel realities and in metaphors to explain this reality I am physically living in. Basically this game combines all subjects of study: readings, teachings and others I find randomly in conversations. Realtime is the only possible methodology to make sense out of the apparent mess of these combinations. &lt;br /&gt;Theory of Complexity seems to be a too simple explanation for all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-9109786326250718014?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/9109786326250718014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=9109786326250718014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/9109786326250718014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/9109786326250718014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/paralelismo-do-real.html' title='Paralelismo do real V.2'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/StxVK8c1ydI/AAAAAAAAAlw/XuImHhWuyaQ/s72-c/gotico02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7560465581148199097</id><published>2009-10-16T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T08:26:29.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first week N.5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Stszgz9_6jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/rgvlkNPv6SQ/s1600-h/Photo+63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Stszgz9_6jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/rgvlkNPv6SQ/s320/Photo+63.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393961617505380914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope for this week was absolutely, rigorously exact on its predictions.&lt;br /&gt;Bronté reads Heidegger. &lt;br /&gt;Agatha Christie and social sci-fi influence written worlds. These worlds are sometimes dreams and other times unbelievable, fantastic real stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7560465581148199097?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7560465581148199097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7560465581148199097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7560465581148199097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7560465581148199097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-week-n5.html' title='The first week N.5'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Stszgz9_6jI/AAAAAAAAAlo/rgvlkNPv6SQ/s72-c/Photo+63.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-3872344858932026417</id><published>2009-10-09T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:05:07.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um sonho Bronté. Uma perspectiva inquisitiva.</title><content type='html'>NUMA HISTÓRIA SEM ACASOS NEM ACIDENTES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duas paredes em frente uma da outra. Três pessoas, médicos, olham de frente, outras três pessoas, os grupos encostados a paredes opostas.&lt;br /&gt;- Dois de vocês vão morrer. Não se deve a qualquer registo de doenças fatais em nenhum dos vossos relatórios, esta é simplesmente a melhor solução para todos. Não há preferência por qual de vocês deixar vivo. &lt;br /&gt;Os médicos eram pessoas sérias e o seu poder é legítimo para avaliar as condições de saúde do conjunto de toda a humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;Uma das pessoas que não era da equipa médica perguntou se podia ao menos se despedir da família.&lt;br /&gt;- Não vamos ser sentimentais quando se trata de terminar uma vida. Se for seleccionado para morrer, os outros que deixa não lhe serão de valor algum e por isso não temos nós, nem o senhor nem eu, que ser juizes dos sentimentos de quem cá fica. Além da morte não há nada. O fim é o fim, é dar lugar aos outros que são mais aptos e assim prepetuar a espécie humana, em constante evoluão.&lt;br /&gt;(Serei morto porque fiz uma pergunta?)&lt;br /&gt;-Vamos fazer a escolha de forma justa. Quem tem preferência por morrer. Voluntários? Não?&lt;br /&gt;(Será que ganho o jogo e fico vivo se me mostrar pronto a largar da minha vida?)&lt;br /&gt;- Senhor Doutor, tenho família: mulher e três filhos.&lt;br /&gt;- Saiba o senhor que pelo menos está consciente neste momento da situação vida ou morte. Imagine que um dia encontrava a morte por acidente. Sinta este momento como um previlégio. A sua família e os seus amigos sabem que um dia se perderão, ou irão perder alguém das suas relações, inesperadamente. Todos sabemos disso. A sua mulher seguirá a vida, os seus filhos serão adultos um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Os médicos, como sabemos, são desprovidos de sentimentos, clinicamente falando. Detectam as doenças, curam as que podem. São clinicamente capazer de dar vida e matar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-3872344858932026417?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/3872344858932026417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=3872344858932026417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3872344858932026417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3872344858932026417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-sonho-bronte-uma-perspectiva.html' title='Um sonho Bronté. Uma perspectiva inquisitiva.'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7945391878912473499</id><published>2009-10-05T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:34:19.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News from this isolated little mountain 3 floors above the ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Ssn0JOq1hfI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0ngfjmtlRnQ/s1600-h/garder-in-the-mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Ssn0JOq1hfI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0ngfjmtlRnQ/s320/garder-in-the-mountain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389106868519273970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have been traveling to the future, living impossible tales and in absurd worlds. Writing fiction: creating ways to live non attached to physical, bodily reality. While at this I wait for other Bronté to get back from the mountain: her mountain.&lt;br /&gt;2. Is time to say goodbye for now to my good companion George Bataille. I found in his books a unique view of god as a need and not as a reality. Nietzsche needs to kill god. Bataille needs to understand why God. What I was looking for is something else which I didn´t find yet. Is some sort of a deep feeling about violence and order. I will get back to my research once I have the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;3. Back to reading I did when I was 16 years old: (1973) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Le paradigme perdu: la nature humaine&lt;/span&gt;, and more from the same author: Edgar Morin. Adjusting readings to the subject of my reseach, I am reading (1990&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;) Introduction à la pensée complexe&lt;/span&gt;, in order ro contextualize audiovisual performance as a multidisciplinary artistic area and from there develop the possibilities to a mergence between practice and reflective theory.&lt;br /&gt;4. Change in lifestyle: less of a night life goer and more of a drifter, less of a word or time spender to a learner of the methods of using personal resources in a more economic way, especially time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7945391878912473499?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7945391878912473499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7945391878912473499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7945391878912473499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7945391878912473499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/10/news-from-this-isolated-little-mountain.html' title='News from this isolated little mountain 3 floors above the ground'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Ssn0JOq1hfI/AAAAAAAAAlg/0ngfjmtlRnQ/s72-c/garder-in-the-mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5449441298556715907</id><published>2009-09-30T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:51:03.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't No Mountain High Enough</title><content type='html'>At this moment I am breaking my self imposed silence to quote a sentence I just read somewhere on the present virtual world. &lt;br /&gt;The quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Song lyrics can be very thought provoking. What have you heard recently that made you stop and think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Economist Thinking Space&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-5449441298556715907?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/5449441298556715907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=5449441298556715907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5449441298556715907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5449441298556715907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/09/aint-no-mountain-high-enough.html' title='Ain&apos;t No Mountain High Enough'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-3846931285033520321</id><published>2009-09-20T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:19:15.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Murmurinho Lactoso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SrY1mJkYi1I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Z3QfaxO3y9g/s1600-h/agrikultur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SrY1mJkYi1I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Z3QfaxO3y9g/s320/agrikultur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383549334087830354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro album dos misteriosos Tracktorum chama-se Agrikultur. Fez parte do processo de desenvolvimento deste trabalho musical a leitura e debate regulares, entre os membros da banda mas não exclusivamente, de vários textos e excerptos dos livros de George Bataille. Estas leituras, que fazem parte do processo criativo, são já em si resultados que tomam outros formatos para além do músical. Esta não é uma ideia original mas ainda assim é pouco usual. Para além destes encontros e discussões, os Tracktorum fazem acção pública que por vezes toma a forma de cartas dirigidas a determinados individuos, à semelhança dos Letristas Internacionais, cuja reacção é abordada nas letras das músicas. O album é uma viagem íntima pelos sons agriculas da Suécia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-3846931285033520321?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/3846931285033520321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=3846931285033520321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3846931285033520321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3846931285033520321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/09/murmurinho-lacteo.html' title='Murmurinho Lactoso'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SrY1mJkYi1I/AAAAAAAAAlY/Z3QfaxO3y9g/s72-c/agrikultur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7213286594398417441</id><published>2009-09-18T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T03:26:00.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sabendo bem a diferença entre introspecção (íntransmitivel) e diálogo (de mim para os outros)</title><content type='html'>Quais as razões que nos levam a fazer para dizer algo de nós aos outros?&lt;br /&gt;Uma artista, terminada cada uma das suas enormes esculturas, afunda-as no oceano em frente a sua casa. Visto que as esculturas são interditas, embora existam, chegou-nos a história do seu trabalho. Tal como o conhecimento do sorriso enigmático da Mona Lisa: mitos da reprodução. A primeira obra que viaja pela via oral e a segunda pela via da imagem impressa. &lt;br /&gt;Escrever um diário parece ser um acto diferente assim como desenhar num caderno de esboços. Em princípio é um acto de fazer só para nós. Sob estes cadernos pessoais juramos-nos honestidade suprema e qualquer intruso será banido das nossas relações. Há uma lei nunca escrita que protege a liberdade destes objectos e um escudo que os torna impenetraveis. Sobre estes não há mitos nem história a ser contada. Há no entanto os diários que postumamente são publicados. Será que é isso que motiva os escritores de diários? Que sejam compreendidas as suas vidas somente após a sua morte? Então, será que até estes são escritos/desenhados tendo em vista a comunicaçao com os outros?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7213286594398417441?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7213286594398417441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7213286594398417441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7213286594398417441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7213286594398417441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-sabendo-bem-onde-esta-diferenca.html' title='Não sabendo bem a diferença entre introspecção (íntransmitivel) e diálogo (de mim para os outros)'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-395367661148653203</id><published>2009-09-04T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:47:22.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta ao transcendente</title><content type='html'>A verdade é que gosto de todos os concertos, neles (ou nestes momentos), procuro a felicidade. Deve de acontecer concerteza uma reacção química resultado da ansiedade e do desprendimento do ego. Mais tarde, na maior parte dos casos é no dia seguinte, penso no que aprendi, o que vou mudar e melhorar para  próxima vez. Racionalizo o evento.&lt;br /&gt;Esta madrugada pensava nisto ao lêr o livro &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zen e a Arte do Tiro com Arco&lt;/span&gt; de Eugen Herrigel. &lt;br /&gt;Para uma explicação do fenómeno que acontece ao artista durante uma performance. O momento performativo, que é um momento de criação artística, é também um momento em que o lado racional está pouco presente. Eu e a imagem projectada compomos a mesma realidade. Não sou exterior ao processo nem o é a imagem que se apresenta em frente à audiência. No meio deste processo, que vai do meu cérebro aos visuais projectados e para que este fluxo entre o meu pensamento e o resultado aconteça, encontra-se a técnologia utilizada (o computador e o projector). Nesta relação, a máquina, onde armazeno o meu material, é a continuação do meu corpo, ou seja, é extenção da minha imaginação. O ocmputador faz parte desta realidade momentânea. Esta realidade, uma trindade, é composta por 1.mim-artista o 2.meu computador com extenção ao projector e 3.imagem projectada. Esta realidade é uma só. Sou exterior a mim, para além do limites do espaço que ocupa o meu corpo. Sou (eu, computador, projecção) um diálogo com a música e  com a audiência. Neste último ponto o Laurent Carlier discordaria porque ele acha que cada um: músico, artista visual e público criam a sua própria narrativa e são entidades singulares e sem relaçção. Eu acho que isso é uma leitura muito superfícial. Já o mark Amerika concordaria totalmente, por muitas razões, mas também porque se interessa pelo budismo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-395367661148653203?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/395367661148653203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=395367661148653203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/395367661148653203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/395367661148653203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-volta-ao-transcendente.html' title='De volta ao transcendente'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5178159381338152242</id><published>2009-09-02T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:37:14.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel sem distância</title><content type='html'>O Gabriel Menotti, que tem participado no projecto VJ Theory e esteve cá no Porto o ano passado para o ARTECH, modera a dicussão deste mês na mailing list Empyre. O tema para debate é a projecção cinematigráfica (no sentido físico e material). De que forma a tela é parte do trabalho visual, como um elemento activo ou meramente aplanador da profundidade do espaço.&lt;br /&gt;O Gabriel é brasileiro, curador, pesquisador e em fase de conclusão do seu PhD no Departamento de Media and Communications da Goldsmiths University of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subtle.net/empyre"&gt;A Empyre&lt;/a&gt; é uma mailing list de discussão sobre arte, ciência e tecnologias. Todos os meses há um tema e alguns convidados que tomam a iniciativa de desenvolver o tema escolhido. A estes convidados muitas outras pessoas se juntam no debate. Ao contrário da maior parte das listas esta é dedicada exclusivamente ao debate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-5178159381338152242?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/5178159381338152242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=5178159381338152242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5178159381338152242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5178159381338152242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/09/gabriel-sem-distancia.html' title='Gabriel sem distância'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-8834134259319373590</id><published>2009-09-01T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:52:50.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Sp2TfldsMXI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_OAJCfYZato/s1600-h/otherhotnumber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Sp2TfldsMXI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_OAJCfYZato/s320/otherhotnumber.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376615700992110962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com agradecimentos aos fans dos Vortext que tiraram as fotos. Quem são eles, os que merecem os créditos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-8834134259319373590?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/8834134259319373590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=8834134259319373590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/8834134259319373590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/8834134259319373590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Sp2TfldsMXI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/_OAJCfYZato/s72-c/otherhotnumber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7041015444048923382</id><published>2009-08-31T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:22:28.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A trabalhar para a T-Shirt com letras douradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Spxx-tkoKkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/sHIoE4SVmOA/s1600-h/vortex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Spxx-tkoKkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/sHIoE4SVmOA/s320/vortex.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376297377372580418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como te dizia Miguel, Gostei do concerto porque me desliguei do mundo racional. Tão naturalmente como quando faço parte da assistência e me perco nos meus pensamentos e fujo do lugar, da matéria que é o meu corpo e deixo os pensamentos ir onde querem. Ás vezes também acontece uma coisa parecida quando estou muito cansada e não adormeço. Nessas alturas desligo e conto-me histórias ou fecho os olhos e fico atenta ás imagens que vejo de olhos fectados no escuro. No concerto desliguei-me e passei a comunicação comigo para as imagens.&lt;br /&gt;De manhã vou ter que me levantar cedo mas tinha que ir ver as fotos porque havia uma que era melhor que as outras e eu tinha que a encontrar. Ao procura-la pensei nisto, comecei as ideias num mail mas tive que continuar num post. Amanhã sei que vou precisar de escrever mais sobre estes fenomenos de transcender o presente em lugar e estado mental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7041015444048923382?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7041015444048923382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7041015444048923382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7041015444048923382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7041015444048923382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/trabalhar-para-t-shirt-com-letras.html' title='A trabalhar para a T-Shirt com letras douradas'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Spxx-tkoKkI/AAAAAAAAAk4/sHIoE4SVmOA/s72-c/vortex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-436616375809349667</id><published>2009-08-28T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T06:09:48.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SpfWSBahRZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/cEISO38K-7A/s1600-h/ouroborus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SpfWSBahRZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/cEISO38K-7A/s320/ouroborus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375000285395633554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days to the 30th. &lt;br /&gt;39, a collection of 3 assembled in different ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-436616375809349667?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/436616375809349667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=436616375809349667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/436616375809349667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/436616375809349667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-days-to-30th.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SpfWSBahRZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/cEISO38K-7A/s72-c/ouroborus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-256826767777501201</id><published>2009-08-28T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T06:03:50.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Control</title><content type='html'>On a &lt;a href="http://whiteemotion.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-podemos-controlarlo-todo-laptopsrus.html"&gt;post on her blog, Blanca&lt;/a&gt; points out failures on the concept and announces, although with subtleness, the end of the women gathering called LaptopsRus. The image of the ring as concept for this event was always subject for my discomfort. Women should not prevail the idea of competition and confrontation which is part of the macho-hierarchical´s driven structure. Impose woman´s art work, historically erased and rewrite art history is not a way, in this I am with Griselda Pollock, nor it is to play the same game, even if it is as a confrontation. Indeed, confrontation and opposition is as well an imposition of one´s point of view. The alternative, Pacific personal attitude is the way. The fact is that, I couldn´t see the fight of the ring attitude in anywhere among women attending the last edition of laptopsRus. It was in fact emotionally empowering and the feeling I have from there is of a gorgeous and very personal selection of work and with a strong attitude, very political sometimes but always with a personal message. Blanca is a great networking lady who has a generous sense of community and that is why, whatever comes next in line for Blanca in her agenda of organizing events, it worth to find out more about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-256826767777501201?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/256826767777501201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=256826767777501201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/256826767777501201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/256826767777501201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/control.html' title='Control'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-6949931592930935464</id><published>2009-08-26T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:07:29.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday party announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SpUXQm4oicI/AAAAAAAAAko/Frjg227i8vI/s1600-h/vortexposter.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SpUXQm4oicI/AAAAAAAAAko/Frjg227i8vI/s320/vortexposter.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374227304419985858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-6949931592930935464?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/6949931592930935464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=6949931592930935464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6949931592930935464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6949931592930935464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/birthday-party-announcement.html' title='Birthday party announcement'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SpUXQm4oicI/AAAAAAAAAko/Frjg227i8vI/s72-c/vortexposter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5649526284565030978</id><published>2009-08-26T03:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T03:03:25.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moment, process and object</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SpUD35-ecII/AAAAAAAAAkg/20iRBV1NRMg/s1600-h/postbk02.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SpUD35-ecII/AAAAAAAAAkg/20iRBV1NRMg/s320/postbk02.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374205989327106178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-5649526284565030978?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/5649526284565030978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=5649526284565030978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5649526284565030978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5649526284565030978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='moment, process and object'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SpUD35-ecII/AAAAAAAAAkg/20iRBV1NRMg/s72-c/postbk02.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5631735655123389114</id><published>2009-08-26T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:05:31.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An object as art may last for decades, for a lifetime or forever (for the artifacts and paintings found dated from pre-history, this is as close as possible to forever). What we had called art, previously to avant-garde movements, was represented in objects (even if as big as cathedrals). There were some attempts before: some ¨what if¨ thoughts and a few actions but not enough to change the paradigm. &lt;br /&gt;The moment as art lasts for as long as we remember, it may not last much and it may last a lifetime. What remains of an experience which will never happen again, is the feeling that we hold of the music, of the actions, perhaps of other people attending, something. Is of this feeling we can afterwards talk about, disseminate but is just our perception of the moment and not the moment itself - as it is not an object that remains there, the same, to be seen again and again. The moment becomes a myth or vanishes into nothing.  Artists work with invisibility in a way, since only for a few minutes the art work appears and then vanishes again, forever.&lt;br /&gt;Moment as art is closely related to process as art. This process as art is already art, another way to make the object not important or it may lead also to an object as art, which serves the purpose of final result. Objects become as big as galleries and sometimes ephemeral as the duration of an exhibition - art that challenges space. A closer approach to invisibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-5631735655123389114?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/5631735655123389114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=5631735655123389114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5631735655123389114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5631735655123389114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/moment-process-and-object.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-4558074392206188698</id><published>2009-08-25T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T03:02:43.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SpQi42-XRyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/EZNJHoa45BI/s1600-h/postbk.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SpQi42-XRyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/EZNJHoa45BI/s320/postbk.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373958615584950050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-4558074392206188698?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/4558074392206188698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=4558074392206188698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4558074392206188698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4558074392206188698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/nada-na-mao.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SpQi42-XRyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/EZNJHoa45BI/s72-c/postbk.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7387590666378150291</id><published>2009-08-24T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T08:36:16.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Age</title><content type='html'>Se um observador estivesse à entrada do meu quarto, de frente para a cama, de manhã quando acordo, encontraria uma versão daquela imagem da Sophie Calle na capa do livro que tem com o Paul Auster chamado &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Double Game&lt;/span&gt;. Só que na minha versão os animais são todos gatos e nenhum está empalhado. Há alguns dias que acordo assim, com os gatos à minha volta. Quando li o livro do Paul Auster,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Leviathan&lt;/span&gt;, a personagem Maria, baseada na pessoa e trabalho da Sophie Calle, causou mudanças na minha percepão do que é arte. A partir daí fiquei a querer saber mais sobre processo enquanto arte. &lt;br /&gt;A ficção ciêntifica tem também um poder enorme sobre a forma como compreendo o mundo mas, muito especificamente, o que faço e a forma como compreendo o que é arte. Por exemplo, o livro&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; An Age&lt;/span&gt; do Brian Aldiss onde é possivel viajar no tempo em camadas e onde cada um vê os outros viajantes em tempos diferentes no local onde se encontra. A narrativa do trabalho apresentado em diversos media, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My Diamonds&lt;/span&gt; (2004) deve muito ao que ficou na minha memória deste livro.&lt;br /&gt;Este fim de semana, pela primeira vez, vi a série Twin Peaks toda de uma assentada. Eu compreendo a lacuna na minha educação ter existido este tempo todo, dizer o David Lynch é dos meus realizadores preferidos e nunca ter visto a série. Mais curioso foi ter descuberto que o Sr Lynch acredita tanto na meditação transcendental que tem uma fundação que ajuda as pessoas a compreender a importância da prática desta disciplina. Sr. Lynch, posso ser sua amiga? 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a paixão pelo Bataille continua...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7337944369535687802?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7337944369535687802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7337944369535687802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7337944369535687802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7337944369535687802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-716417056821627148</id><published>2009-08-12T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:38:36.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls who dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SoKkeMhMDHI/AAAAAAAAAj4/EjofVu0IBiM/s1600-h/girls.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SoKkeMhMDHI/AAAAAAAAAj4/EjofVu0IBiM/s320/girls.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369034544442510450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No concerto dos Vortex do passado fim de semana e pela terceira vez, usei vídeos que não são da minha autoria para misturar em tempo real. Na sua maior parte, estes vídeos são de danças de cabaré dos anos 40 e 50, uma colecção e selecção que tenho vindo a fazer desde 2005. Aos poucos fui juntando outros movimentos femininos que acompanham música. Gosto destas imagens porque quando as olho e manipulo durante a performance danço também. Acho o movimento representado contagiante. Das três performances feitas com este material (journalism awards em Falmouth 2006, festa Dance TeCA em Junho e com os Vortex no Sábado passado) esta parece-me ter sido a mais interessante e bem conseguida. A razão não é a idêntificação por afinidade ou similaridade da música com as imagens pelo conteúdo ou contexto. Na verdade cada meio tem a sua mensagem que se combinam durante a performance: a das imagens, preto e branco com detalhes de cor, com mulheres que tiram a roupa e dançam voluptuosamente e a da música , muito masculina, cheia de noise, de tensão, alta, electronica. É a simplicidade de dois mundos que se encontram num ponto frágil, o do controle da distorção e do feedback sonoro e visual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apresentar uma performance com estas imagens é para mim olhar o passado histórico das mulheres e recontextualizar o que dele focou como registo. Este é um tema recorrente no meu trabalho. Interessa-me especialmnete o lado da história não contado em que as mulheres têm um papel imprtante e muitas das vezes até domimante. Interessa-me também dar novas leituras à história, especialmente olhar os taboos e as regras sociais de forma diferente da época de origem, à luz da cultura actual e numa perspectiva pessoal; dar à história um novo sentido, ou ainda melhor, acrescentar-lhe leituras e versões diversas. Concerteza estes serão filmes, na sua época, feitos por e para uma minoria masculina. A mulher representada como objecto de desejo é-o em privado e na confidêncialidade do olhar masculino. O mesmo material recontexualiza-se no momento performativo, onde é misturado e apresentado em público, a uma audiência mista, em grandes dimensões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este material, no seu formato original, encontra-se disponível numa base de dados online e é considerado &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/publicdomain"&gt;Public Domain, ou seja, não tem direitos de autor&lt;/a&gt;. Numa aula que dei sobre performance audiovisual/VJing alguém me perguntou como se pode (deve) creditar os conteúdos que usamos no caso em que não somos nós os autores. Como disse então, eu ando sempre à procura da novas formas de o fazer. Esta parece-me ser uma solução interessante e mais correcta que encontrei; atravéz da contextualização, onde claramente se declaram as fontes e os autores (no caso em que os há) e o propósito da apropriação.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-716417056821627148?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/716417056821627148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=716417056821627148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/716417056821627148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/716417056821627148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/girls-dancing.html' title='Girls who dance'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SoKkeMhMDHI/AAAAAAAAAj4/EjofVu0IBiM/s72-c/girls.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-2552722622271053979</id><published>2009-08-12T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:58:02.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O retorno à acção das irmãs Bronte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://latidodecachorro.blogspot.com"&gt;http://latidodecachorro.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-2552722622271053979?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/2552722622271053979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=2552722622271053979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2552722622271053979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2552722622271053979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-retorno-accao-das-irmas-bronte.html' title='O retorno à acção das irmãs Bronte'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7341174203859384810</id><published>2009-08-11T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:41:24.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Casamento interespécies</title><content type='html'>O casamento é o símbolo da união entre seres que se amam. No seguimento da polémica em torno da legalização dos casmentos homosexuais e polígamos, é pertinente levantar a questão do casamento entre seres de diferentes espécies e desta forma reconhecer, à luz da lei, o amor incondicional que existe entre seres que cohabitam e se entendem a nível telepático, empírico e mesmo multidimensional, ou seja, para além dos contextos culturais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7341174203859384810?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7341174203859384810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7341174203859384810' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7341174203859384810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7341174203859384810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/casamento-interespecies.html' title='Casamento interespécies'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5916723592009550166</id><published>2009-08-11T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:58:46.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Happening</title><content type='html'>¨&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Events were simply dissolved into the air, as all events are. And the best one could have about those events was a memory, distorted perhaps, but a memory. So, it occurred to us, that the way that we may go about this was not to have a show in the conventional sense, since there's nothing to show, but to have a yearlong of retrospections. Which might mean, and it turned out this way, that I would invent my career. And that's the way it would be interesting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) so why not continue to change my memory of them. After all, it's a faulty memory, and I might as well take the whole thing by the horns, so to speak, and do it with great joy. That is, change willfully.&lt;/span&gt; ¨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allan Kaprow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mailartist.com/johnheldjr/InterviewWithAlanKaprow.html"&gt;|source|&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-5916723592009550166?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/5916723592009550166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=5916723592009550166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5916723592009550166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5916723592009550166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/allan-kaprow-events-were-simply.html' title='Mr Happening'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-8620208226050990254</id><published>2009-08-11T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T04:35:18.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A acção clean cash para o sistema operativo está para a performance futura do computador como ir ao armário da roupa e mandar 80% fora está para a motivação à mudança para muita mulher adulta e independente. &lt;br /&gt;Depois da limpeza radical, logo menos informação no armário, este é o espelho da organização. Vestir é uma acção mais eficaz: a atenção deixa de estar dispersa entre várias versões de nós mesmos, datadas pelas modas de outrora e demasiado confortáveis para pertencerem a mais ninguém. O conforto é uma atitude muito passiva.&lt;br /&gt;O que se será em duas ou três semanas está dependente do desprendimento dos objectos aconchegantes. Num computador, por vezes, esta função de limpeza é elementar antes de iniciar um projecto grande ou complexo, como a edição de um filme por exemplo. Não é uma questão de voltar a encher o armário mas de reduzir o que se tem à função prática. O projecto de vida precisa de renovação cíclica e a profundidade dessa renovação é irregular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faltam 19 dias para o meu aniversário.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-8620208226050990254?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/8620208226050990254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=8620208226050990254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/8620208226050990254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/8620208226050990254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/accao-clean-cash-para-o-sistema.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-6442209738136151317</id><published>2009-08-10T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:28:07.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pois foi assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9b7IT-gi17o&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9b7IT-gi17o&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte 1:&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim: numa noite das férias de Inverno, véspera de viagem, de volta para casa (quando a casa não era na montanha mas na ilha mística) a retroescavadora foi Retroescavadora pela primeira vez. Foi o Nuno que baptizou o projecto com a sua performance num dos concertos dos &lt;a href="http://www.vortexsoundtech.com"&gt;Vortex&lt;/a&gt;, uma banda nada dada a formatações pouco inteligente e repetitivas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida dá voltas e não há quem as adivinhe a tempo de se preparar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte 2:&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que tudo aconteceu: procurava um DJ com disposição para o industrial e com tempo para tocar num evento como não há memória de existir. Uma coisa leva à outra, o evento transformou-se noutro evento, e em vez de um DJ saíu-me os &lt;a href="http://www.vortexsoundtech.com"&gt;Vortex&lt;/a&gt;. Sons originais e ao vivo e fixes até à paixão. Melhor do que um DJ e tão bom como ser eu a escolher a música para os sets visuais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.: faltam 20 dias para o meu aniversário.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-6442209738136151317?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/6442209738136151317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=6442209738136151317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6442209738136151317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6442209738136151317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/pois-foi-assim.html' title='Pois foi assim...'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-6923577657718217852</id><published>2009-08-02T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:41:40.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Agosto o Porto é uma montanha em silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RiV_ue-PbL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RiV_ue-PbL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interessa-me os jardins e as montanhas. Entretanto apaixonei-me pelo Bataille e assim continuarei por bastante tempo. Amanhã, cedo, acordo e vou tomar café a algum lado e será como se fosse Domingo porque é Agosto. No entanto a aparência é ilusória. Ir de férias será sintonizar um canal/estado desconhecido disposto a despertar. Amanhã é dia de celebração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-6923577657718217852?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/6923577657718217852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=6923577657718217852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6923577657718217852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6923577657718217852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/em-agosto-o-porto-e-uma-montanha-em.html' title='Em Agosto o Porto é uma montanha em silêncio'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-3628733764402117655</id><published>2009-08-02T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:51:06.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things I wish to own&lt;br /&gt;- a ceramic black panther. around 1 meter tall. can be taller I don´t mind.&lt;br /&gt;- films I would like to own: Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter and 3Iron by same director (dir.Kim Ki-duk), Old Joy (dir.Kelly Reichardt) and The Garden (dir. Derek Jarman)&lt;br /&gt;- to share the ownership of a sumptuous garden.&lt;br /&gt;- to have a pond in that garden&lt;br /&gt;- more music to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go back to this list a year from now it will be fun to see how I changed my taster and which are still the same. Is always interesting to look at our past not as we remember it, as is it has ben distorted by other events, but as we actually documented it at the moment when it happened. It is a curious process on learning about oneself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-3628733764402117655?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/3628733764402117655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=3628733764402117655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3628733764402117655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3628733764402117655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-i-wish-to-own-ceramic-black.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-4186983370827975125</id><published>2009-07-29T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:42:49.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AudioVisual performances</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SnCV9cTNbdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/IaTN-O1o4bM/s1600-h/magenta-caceres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SnCV9cTNbdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/IaTN-O1o4bM/s320/magenta-caceres.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363952038999584210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female imagination, represented in visual performance, is very colorful (in several ways). Although women are a current subject and object represented on video, similarly to men VJs; here the representation is more diverse and to my views more interesting as well. Yes, women are object of desire to other women and yes they are gorgeous and sexy. But women on screen represents the VJ herself as well. This is why things are different. The multitude of possible messages is broader and women are, beyond sexy, also dancer, mother, doll, activist, etc. Women are object of desire for themselves while men don´t represent themselves as objects of desire. At Reúnion laptopsRus in Cáceres, July 2009, the audience had a chance to have an showcase of this huge diversity of work made by women visual performers. This is a gathering that aims at showing what women do in visual performance to a broad audience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-4186983370827975125?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/4186983370827975125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=4186983370827975125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4186983370827975125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4186983370827975125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/07/female-imagination-represented-on.html' title='AudioVisual performances'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SnCV9cTNbdI/AAAAAAAAAjw/IaTN-O1o4bM/s72-c/magenta-caceres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-2107907667611244223</id><published>2009-07-28T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T10:13:34.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtRha3kSMiM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtRha3kSMiM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guma Guar is an AV band constituted by three very nice and sweet Czech guys who like to go to the beach, political readings, visit art museums and are interested in architecture. That is, when they are not playing with technology.&lt;br /&gt;Onstage the go wild. Their set is a constant attack to the eyes and ears of the audience, through noise, chaotic sound and aggressive, transgressive visuals.&lt;br /&gt;Guma Guar played at abertura3 on the past Sunday the 19th July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-2107907667611244223?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/2107907667611244223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=2107907667611244223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2107907667611244223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2107907667611244223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/07/guma-guar-comprises-of-three-very-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7883793661564512983</id><published>2009-07-17T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T05:58:57.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Openness is the spirit lived in each event abertura. Openness, first of all, to ourselves and to who we are, second, to the world and to ways in which we can be actively engaged in its development and then, third, as consequence, openness to others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oblaat/sets/72157606508221016"&gt;Keiko has some really nice pictures from last year´s event on her Flicker page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7883793661564512983?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7883793661564512983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7883793661564512983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7883793661564512983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7883793661564512983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/07/openness-event-abertura-spirit.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5202730498230204664</id><published>2009-07-13T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T02:43:04.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return post</title><content type='html'>Return is never to the same, is to something else and at the same time to something new.&lt;br /&gt;Is not moving backwards.&lt;br /&gt;Is moving forward: tot he point where a pattern is found. &lt;br /&gt;Reached a point similar to the start which is by no means the start. &lt;br /&gt;Is not a loop nor a spiral either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-5202730498230204664?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/5202730498230204664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=5202730498230204664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5202730498230204664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5202730498230204664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/07/return-post.html' title='The Return post'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-4477464840096133415</id><published>2009-07-11T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:36:17.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Projecta-S apresenta: Lance Blisters (NYC)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lanceblisters.com"&gt;http://lanceblisters.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maus Hábitos | Sexta, 17 Julho 2009 | 24horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na próxima Sexta, dia 17 de Julho, o Projecta-S apresentará nos &lt;a href="http://www.maushabitos.com"&gt;Maus Hábitos&lt;/a&gt; os Lance Blisters. Independentemente de se gostar ou não, ficar indiferente não é de todo possível. A mensagem é forte e transparece no som e imagens desta performance multimédia. O ano passado arrasaram  nO Século durante a sua performance, parte do evento &lt;a href="http://www.visual-agency.net/abertura2"&gt;abertura2&lt;/a&gt;. Este ano voltam para o &lt;a href="http://www.visual-agency.net/abertura3"&gt;terceiro e último da série abertura (evento de um dia dedicado à performance audiovisual em tempo real) que acontece Domingo, dia 19 de Julho em Lisboa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ambos, Ilan e Lance são pessoas de relevância para a história (ainda que curtinha) do audiovisual. Ambos fazem parte do grupo que iniciou em Nova Iorque o evento &lt;a href="http://share.dj"&gt;SHARE&lt;/a&gt; e que gradualmente tem visdo a acontecer por todo o mundo. Em Nova Iorque o evento é ao Domingo e reúne músicos e artistas visuais numa open Jam, onde se trocam contactos, informação e conhecimentos valiosos.&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho do &lt;a href="http://www.ilankatin.com"&gt;Ilan Katin&lt;/a&gt; (que é o meu artista visual favorito) é deveras importante por três razões: por fazer parte da organização do &lt;a href="http://cms.mappingfestival.com/2009"&gt;MAPPING FESTIVAL&lt;/a&gt; em Genebra (Suíça), por desenvolver o &lt;a href="http://www.modul8.ch"&gt;MODUL8&lt;/a&gt; e porque tem uma forma particular de trabalhar os visuais: a sua metodologia inclui o desenho como principal técnica, que mistura com pequenos vídeos caseiros e textos com os quais procura dialogar com a audiência.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Os LANCE BLISTERS são uma banda multimédia composta por Lance Blisters (músico) e Ilan Katin (artista visual). Individual e colectivamente ambos têm vindo a tocar regularmente em Nova Yorque (de onde são originais), por toda a Europa e no Japão. O project LANCE BLISTERS foi iniciado em 2003 com o propósito de arrasar com o Estado através da sua performance que ... WILL ROCK YOUR FACE OFF!&lt;br /&gt;LANCE BLISTERS: Jungle, Breakcore, Punk e Noise numa performance ao vivo utilizando guitarra MIDI, microfone e software de autor. Muito frontais na mensagem, os temas da banda são como que hinos políticos, descritos também pelos visuais. Um assalto multimédia agressivo na procura da justiça global e da liberdade individual.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;O projecto Lance Blisters tem sido alvo de interesse e curiosidade. De várias formas, sobre eles foram publicadas entrevistas e artigos nas seguintes publicações: New York Times, Wired, The Wire, Remix Magazine, Rhizome, Linux Journal,  VJ: Live Cinema Unraveled e VJ Theory.net.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mais informação:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lanceblisters.com"&gt;http://lanceblisters.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lanceblisters"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/lanceblisters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-4477464840096133415?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/4477464840096133415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=4477464840096133415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4477464840096133415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4477464840096133415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/07/projecta-s-apresenta-lance-blisters-nyc.html' title='Projecta-S apresenta: Lance Blisters (NYC)'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-8792938270600708158</id><published>2009-07-08T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T04:30:14.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SlSCAGMdKVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/DCAmFcRL4To/s1600-h/eflyer-abertura-english.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SlSCAGMdKVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/DCAmFcRL4To/s320/eflyer-abertura-english.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356048795024828754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visual-agency.net/abertura3"&gt;www.visual-agency.net/abertura3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-8792938270600708158?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SlSCAGMdKVI/AAAAAAAAAjc/DCAmFcRL4To/s72-c/eflyer-abertura-english.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-4188573712587847618</id><published>2009-07-07T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T04:20:47.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The everyday rituals after dinner</title><content type='html'>programa para quem não tem programa nem televisão:&lt;br /&gt;ver o blog de alguém próximo e seguir-lhe os links.&lt;br /&gt;um vídeo espontâneamente desejado ou acidentalmente encontrado é um bom vídeo e as relações que mentalmente criamos levam-nos a outros igualmente bons. ver vídeos no youtube em que o zezek fala sobre o amor, os desejos humanos e o cinema.&lt;br /&gt;beber tinto com tinto depois do jantar ter sido improvisado só porque houve uma preguiça colectiva de voltar à loja para comprar arroz.&lt;br /&gt;apreciar o vazio.&lt;br /&gt;planear as possibilidades do futuro.&lt;br /&gt;traduzir textos: de francês para inglês para portugues.&lt;br /&gt;fiquei sem site um dia inteiro porque não paguei a conta. como as coisas acontecem e ás vezes são menos boas do que outras, o site do VJT também ficou em baixo ao fim do dia. &lt;br /&gt;hoje foi o funeral do MJ. jantamos enquanto a família sinceramente se emocionava em frente a todos nós, os demais, que assistiam. nunca visto, uma celebração funebre que era um espectáculo. queria ter encontrado a Diana Ross, que não apareceu e perdi a cantiga da Maria Carrey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-4188573712587847618?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/4188573712587847618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=4188573712587847618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4188573712587847618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4188573712587847618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/07/everyday-habitual-rituals-after-dinner.html' title='The everyday rituals after dinner'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-6925028409768811476</id><published>2009-07-07T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T04:13:44.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic and sensual beauty</title><content type='html'>Então Jorge explica lá, o que te motiva para a nostalgica sensualidade feminina?&lt;br /&gt;A primeira coisa que fiz assim que cheguei ontem a Lisboa à casa da Elsa foi ouvir o album que o Jorge deixou aqui para mim. Não chegava andar eu já há dias encantada com a fotografia da capa, agora também tenho que assumir um encanto semelhante com a música. Dizia assim o interior do booklet: (...) pink balloons and melancholic field recordings. Melancolic field recordings? Pronto, ganhei o dia. Bem vinda a Lisboa. No entanto pesa-me não ter chegado um dia mais cedo para agradeces pessoamente ao artista.&lt;br /&gt;O album chama-se &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Radiance&lt;/span&gt; e é do Beautiful Schizophonic (que é o Jorge) e do Yui Onodera.&lt;br /&gt;A última coisa que fiz antes de me deitar foi olhar para o livro que estava na cabeceira da minha cama. chama-se &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beltenebros - Contos Venusianos&lt;/span&gt; e é escrito pelo Jorge Mantas.&lt;br /&gt;Saio do quarto: &lt;br /&gt;-Ó Elsa, o Jorge também escreve? Pois, pelos vistos as fantasias ocupam-lhe as mãos de várias formas. Assim, já meio adormecida, li na horizontal e na diagonal algumas passagens do livro.&lt;br /&gt;Mais não digo mais porque não vale a pena, há coisas que muito explicadas perdem o encanto. O Jorge tem uma imaginação muito bonita e pronto. O encanto está nas coisas que ele faz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-6925028409768811476?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/6925028409768811476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=6925028409768811476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6925028409768811476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6925028409768811476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/07/nostalgic-and-sensual-beauty.html' title='Nostalgic and sensual beauty'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-6583484344657734172</id><published>2009-07-02T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:53:07.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para o que der e vier</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ryhf_H7aE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ryhf_H7aE4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, Sexta feira, inaugura a exposição da Isabel Carvalho (pt) e do Nicolas Robbio (ar)&lt;br /&gt;É da Fundação de Serralves o comissariado - EMISSORES REUNIDOS, PRIMEIRO EPISÓDIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rua Cândido dos Reis,n.74 ás 22.00 (na antiga RDP).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se vierem tragam uma flor ao peito depois vamos por aí celebrar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-6583484344657734172?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/6583484344657734172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=6583484344657734172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6583484344657734172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6583484344657734172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-o-que-der-e-vier.html' title='Para o que der e vier'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-4470487002390590803</id><published>2009-06-29T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:05:08.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thank You post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Skkpx4-HQAI/AAAAAAAAAjM/atgvoRXiPlc/s1600-h/postbk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Skkpx4-HQAI/AAAAAAAAAjM/atgvoRXiPlc/s320/postbk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352855569189781506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Nuno and Marco who organized the event (last Friday on TeCA, Porto, Portugal).&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who who accepted the adventure of finding something new and therefore made it to the event. Thanks to Rui we have a few pictures of the performance (this one was took right at the beginning by the way). Also thanks to those who couldn´t make it to the event but would honestly like to.&lt;br /&gt;Next month there will be another AV performance to attend in Porto. &lt;a href="http://lanceblisters.com"&gt;Lance Blisters&lt;/a&gt; from NYC (more information soon).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-4470487002390590803?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/4470487002390590803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=4470487002390590803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4470487002390590803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4470487002390590803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you.html' title='The Thank You post'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Skkpx4-HQAI/AAAAAAAAAjM/atgvoRXiPlc/s72-c/postbk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-6642121518977389070</id><published>2009-06-29T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:51:32.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on dates and updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.celesteprize.com/works/pg:en09/pre:en09liv/"&gt;Celeste Prize&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a prize for AV artists, its the &lt;a href="http://www.celesteprize.com/works/pg:en09/pre:en09liv/"&gt;Celeste Prize&lt;/a&gt;. Deadline was extended until the 7th July. My friends Elsa and Claire are participating with documentation of an AV performance with footage collected between Portugal and France. The work is called TRANSLATIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visual-agency.net/abertura3/"&gt;abertura3:the lock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abertura is a one day VJing and AudioVisual performance event - performances, presentations and installations.&lt;br /&gt;This year we are putting together the third and last of the series on Sunday, 19th July 2009 at Fábrica Braço de Prata, Lisboa, Portugal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-6642121518977389070?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/6642121518977389070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=6642121518977389070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6642121518977389070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6642121518977389070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/06/news.html' title='More on dates and updates'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-8791678159502085711</id><published>2009-06-22T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:18:22.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dates and updates on performances by Magenta Interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Sj_J9LKJPPI/AAAAAAAAAjE/SGKck7PDUWw/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Sj_J9LKJPPI/AAAAAAAAAjE/SGKck7PDUWw/s320/image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350216935143980274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th June - Dace TeCA, Porto, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;20th July - abertura3: the lock, Lisboa, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;25th July - Carceres, Spain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-8791678159502085711?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/8791678159502085711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=8791678159502085711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/8791678159502085711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/8791678159502085711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/06/dates-and-updates-on-performances-by.html' title='Dates and updates on performances by Magenta Interior'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Sj_J9LKJPPI/AAAAAAAAAjE/SGKck7PDUWw/s72-c/image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-1013734288238671054</id><published>2009-06-19T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:37:31.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ubu.com/film/oursler_p-orridge.html"&gt;Change means change. (…) Change weather it destroys what you did before or not. Change weather you can pay the rent or not. Change weather you are going insane or not. Change weather you don´t know what the hell you were doing before anymore or not. Just keep changing. Destroy everything that were before and keep changing and when you become habituated, be scared. Change again.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-1013734288238671054?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/1013734288238671054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=1013734288238671054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/1013734288238671054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/1013734288238671054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/06/change-means-change.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-4922733872961440244</id><published>2009-06-18T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:41:48.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0JG1zmzDXMA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0JG1zmzDXMA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red and blue match well. I will have a golden tooth one fine day but I will never achieve such a beautiful nose or gay graciousness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-4922733872961440244?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/4922733872961440244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=4922733872961440244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4922733872961440244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/4922733872961440244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/06/red-and-blue-match-well.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-3538854928552700479</id><published>2009-06-17T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:45:33.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My biography is made of twos I can't choose between. &lt;br /&gt;I have two places to call home for example. &lt;br /&gt;People who tell stories about them and myself reading the palms of my hands tell me of things in twos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-3538854928552700479?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-2286041998371100108</id><published>2009-06-15T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T06:10:04.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To make sure you don´t do the same thing twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjbyN-IUUlA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hjbyN-IUUlA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-3495425953566625746</id><published>2009-06-05T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T05:48:34.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To assimilate and create</title><content type='html'>She said: - Vais comer o livro enquanto o reescreves na primeira pessoa. Submitting your thoughts and readings to Kathy Acker style. &lt;br /&gt;And so it happened. The book was being eaten gradually, page by page, while was being read, and then, at the same time,  re-written. Soemtimes ideas from a single page of the first book would be enough to write several new pages of the second. Knowledge and personal experience melted as fiction was being created.&lt;br /&gt;O livro foi sendo comido aos poucos, uma página lida, comida e reescrita (não transcrita). Ás vezes as ideias de uma só frase davam imensas páginas e outras vezes as páginas eram comidas sem que muito podesse se encontrasse para relacionar com a vida real.&lt;br /&gt;De hoje em diante todos os livros serão reescritos e por vezes dois livros, lidos ao mesmo tempo são reescritos num só. O personegem é sempre o autor e a sua história.&lt;br /&gt;O autor é-o por mérito do sacrifício. infelizmente à custa de muitas noites mal passadas devido aos suores frios e alucinações resultantes da ingestão de tintas de impressão em grandes quantidades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-3495425953566625746?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/3495425953566625746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=3495425953566625746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3495425953566625746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3495425953566625746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-assimilate-and-create.html' title='To assimilate and create'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-7268065221896113977</id><published>2009-06-02T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T10:32:57.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road to nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WxeVoXc84J0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WxeVoXc84J0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie and Clyde - Opening of the secret files.&lt;br /&gt;A remake of the modern days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police chases after a yellow car at high speed, crossing countries, between Europe and the British island, jumping over the channel.&lt;br /&gt;- Fico mais tranquilo, minha superheroina destemida e temerária, por estares comigo e me conduzires nesta pérfida aventura das férias com o caos.&lt;br /&gt;- Isto faz-me lembrar uma vez na festa do meu aniversário há dois anos, quando protegi o Jim e o Brendan, duns alunos chatos que estavam na discoteca, utilizando como escudo invisível um capéuzinho de cocktail.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu sou uma superheroina o ideal de qualquer Julix le Noir em apuros. Apesar de só haver um.&lt;br /&gt;- Boa, Julix le Noir sou eu e mais nehum.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim é verdade, segundo as mais recentes estatísticas levadas a cabo por especialistas em personagens sombrios, tu és the lonely and only Julix le Noir e qualquer comparação é mera indecência.&lt;br /&gt;An invisible shield of divine forces protects both from the bright day light. Sabrina is the witness of all their weird adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-7268065221896113977?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/7268065221896113977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=7268065221896113977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7268065221896113977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/7268065221896113977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-road-to-nowhere.html' title='On the road to nowhere'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-2221747262431145769</id><published>2009-06-02T03:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T05:19:36.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A performance of many stories</title><content type='html'>Stories inside stories inside stories.&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow´s performance Magenta chose to play visuals for the music "Que Tran", a composition for two keyboard, from the album &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Traditions_in_East_Asian_Bar_Bands"&gt;New Traditions In East Asian Bars&lt;/a&gt; by John Zorn.&lt;br /&gt;The melody of the voice works as an instrument in the musical composition.&lt;br /&gt;After a version of Bikini Kill set that makes an homage to composer Stockhausen and that was prepared for a performance in Lisbon a few days after his death, now Magenta choses to make a new version to accompany music by composer Zorn. This way she relates her musical references with composers at the same time. The musical choices also mark changes on the set itself. On the Version (para) Stockhausen there was the inclusion of visual tracking devices so the image generates the music. On this version recordings of previous performances will be used and played with the visuals generated live during the moment of this new one. In this sense there are the overlap of several performances, several times of the same performance. &lt;br /&gt;Stories layered with stories layered with stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my philosophy teachers said once that repetition makes people happy. This was surely told in a very specific context, which I can´t recall. Nonetheless, I think that to some extent, in specific situations, this is true in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Magenta. The loop of the image and its circular movement, as in a mantra has a hypnotizing intention. Tomorrow the focus will be on the images as motifs for introspection together with the musicality of the human voice: several stories told simultaneously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-2221747262431145769?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/2221747262431145769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=2221747262431145769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2221747262431145769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2221747262431145769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/06/introspective-performance.html' title='A performance of many stories'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-6431415580473664966</id><published>2009-05-31T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T08:15:53.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer is getting closer and Magenta travels once again towards south of Portugal. Indeed, another performance is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.futurartes.com"&gt;Futurarte&lt;/a&gt;s is the name of the event. &lt;br /&gt;The place is Caldas da Rainha.&lt;br /&gt;Date and time: 3rd June 2009, 19.00.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-6431415580473664966?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/6431415580473664966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=6431415580473664966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6431415580473664966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/6431415580473664966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-close-to-summer-and-magenta.html' title=''/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-2764778497896724077</id><published>2009-05-28T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:45:30.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two and one are synonyms sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Sh7zkkXUTWI/AAAAAAAAAi8/_Ah_dDIsHUw/s1600-h/dreamachine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Sh7zkkXUTWI/AAAAAAAAAi8/_Ah_dDIsHUw/s320/dreamachine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340974017670303074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As light and dark and as feminine and masculine, as in order and chaos and in love and strife all of them something else: an object, a person, an event an emotion.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams put mean into sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-2764778497896724077?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/2764778497896724077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=2764778497896724077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2764778497896724077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/2764778497896724077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_28.html' title='two and one are synonyms sometimes'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Sh7zkkXUTWI/AAAAAAAAAi8/_Ah_dDIsHUw/s72-c/dreamachine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-8926622585710206999</id><published>2009-05-28T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T03:33:56.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencing Tallinn sightseeing through new adventures in to the unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Sh5P35ycvPI/AAAAAAAAAi0/BLGOF22sU2A/s1600-h/sweet-tallinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Sh5P35ycvPI/AAAAAAAAAi0/BLGOF22sU2A/s320/sweet-tallinn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340794029931805938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-8926622585710206999?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/8926622585710206999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=8926622585710206999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/8926622585710206999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/8926622585710206999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/05/experiencing-tallinn-sightseeing.html' title='Experiencing Tallinn sightseeing through new adventures in to the unknown'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/Sh5P35ycvPI/AAAAAAAAAi0/BLGOF22sU2A/s72-c/sweet-tallinn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-5971043744879684422</id><published>2009-05-25T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:58:08.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming</title><content type='html'>Starting tomorrow I will read Assim Falou Zarathustra (is a Portuguese translation, easy to figure out the original name of the book) aloud at lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The book from where I will read is a very special one - I have it since I was 22 years old, and is part of the objects through which I felt in love with its author for the first time. This is the last time the book will be read. I will throw away the read pages.&lt;br /&gt;Should you be interested in listening or reading, come and join in. The book speaks for itself, it has to be read but anyone can read and anyone can listen.&lt;br /&gt;This may look like the killing of a book - the precious thing that each one symbolizes, which is access to knowledge. I am proposing little moments where we can share it, by reading it and then, while eating, to leave the thoughts flow, the words diverge from the text or get influenced by it. It is an act of letting go of the permanent, which is a book in a book shelve - the confidence of the knowledge always at hand - but useless most of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-5971043744879684422?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/5971043744879684422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=5971043744879684422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5971043744879684422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/5971043744879684422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/05/becoming.html' title='Becoming'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14831334.post-3113629289346691102</id><published>2009-05-24T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:30:46.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c08i_9gumJs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c08i_9gumJs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work speaks for the artist. The artist speaks about the work to understand what is this relationship created while doing it - what has been transformed in the artist through creating the work. Perhaps at any point, a reflexion will always be different and give way to new questions and the meaning of the work will always change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sounds in nature, when we listen beyond its apparent silence,  are surprisingly noisy. Combined, these sounds give way to beautiful musical compositions. Nature can be played as it is, in its natural form but it can also be a reference when its sounds are transcribed into a human made instrument. Technology, to have it is to go beyond what is apparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the interview of Arvo Part with Bjork is also rather interesting)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14831334-3113629289346691102?l=dareceber.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/feeds/3113629289346691102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14831334&amp;postID=3113629289346691102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3113629289346691102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14831334/posts/default/3113629289346691102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dareceber.blogspot.com/2009/05/listening.html' title='Listening'/><author><name>*_*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04308709105911287635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yFuzjP8b36k/SuBzRTaOXbI/AAAAAAAAAl4/xP7sfhHUbk4/S220/invisible2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
