Assessment-Self My

I'm soooooooooooooooooo gratteful the term as ended that I can't put in words what I'm feeling!
So, self assessing me, a hard thing to do, mostly because I have bad memorie, or maybe I try to, so I'm not the best person to evaluate my work. But I can give an opinion about it right?
As you can see my blog entries are always super interesting, clever and serious. In class, I tend to share my opinions only when I think it's relevant or when the teacher asks me to. Impecable caligraphy I have, yes. My writing got better I think. (Don't judge only this entry, please). I don't think I presented anything besides the debate of the movie "Invictus" (poem, comentaries, that kind of stuff).

I don't know, really. I just know that I made an incrediable effort to be better and it pulled through in some cases. Yes, it was a long term, but I liked very much because of the projects we got into, besides the presentations which enriched culturaly. Yeah, my grammar needs some work... some, pff, modesty. (Maybe 16?)

Well, it was good, very pleasent and educational, but I think we all need vacations... me specially. I'm thankful for me not having any negative grade and ending this term reflecting about what comes next, which is my trip to _____. I'm not going to reveal because if I do people will say I'm being a "show of".

For everyone who follows this blog full of pointless issues, enjoy your spring vacations, they only last 2 weeks! Goodbye.

"I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good..."

Whatever works for you is good by me!

"Whatever works" was the movie our class saw last Wednesday. I think it was a awesome class because it wasn't boring, the "debate" slash coffee brake conversation was relaxed and like some people said, yes, it's a "feel good movie".

It's not just about clichés, it stands for the necessity of people trying to insert in some stereotyped group in society too, and it made me think what is dumness and what is inteligence. And more significantly, can they work together?

Or another cliché, do the opposites attract each other?
Summing up, Woody Allen (the director of it) is trully, simply and "undenniably" genious! So, "Whatever Works", I recommend.

Oh, and by the way, his geniousness didn't remained only in the type of movie and the argument he arranged, but also in the choose of actors: Larry David, the best of the bests!

What do I think, it's what you're askin'?!

I'm gonna state some opinions about some presentations of this term.

Pedro and Tiago (people with charisma):
It was really good, they were enthusiastic about te theme, or the personality they were talking about, and it was very original; who would think that someone would consider a pedophile and also a murderer as a charismatic person - Jim Jones.

Mário (people with charisma):
Well, the teacher knows my honest opinion... and harsh too, but I can't lie, I didn't like that much as everybody else. Yeah, Mário chose a crowd pleaser, and that's why he caught everyone's attention. But overall the idea was good and different, although someone else had started presenting works with fund music (guess who) so, originality... uhm. Ah, and he presented a lot of charismatic people, all of them rock musicians.

Bernardo and Sara (people with charisma):
It was one of the best presentations ever. Really, it was fresh and different. I didn't know much about Japan and it's culture, even less about their actual prime-minister Yukio Hatoyama, but with their explanation I got into it and absorved every information and curiosity. I'm repeating what all people say, but Bernardo as always was brilliant and so was Sara. She presented the fashion part so calmly iet clearly to the audience that I have to say: Sara, you should do presentations more often, and by presentations I mean about Art pr fashion. I know I'm not forward to relate image with presenting a good work, by I have to admit that the way Sara was dressed that day caught my attention too. Yes, I noticed (ahah); she had a beautiful skirt, old-fashioned with a kind of corset (don't know if this is the right word for it), and a jacket which covered a black top... I don't know, I just have to say: a refined choise Sara!

Marta Prino (reading project):
I thought she presented an interesting book, which would not be my first choice to read, but she changed my mind. I have to admit, I didn't pay enough attention, but I think its interesting the reason why she picked that book: most of all, because of mother-daughter relationship issues. Sorry I don't remember the title of the book.

Inês Peixoto (reading project):
Dracula. We all have multiple notions about what Dracula is, and what does the story talks about, or if it was real or not. Well, Inês destroy all that conceptions by telling us the true facts about... the book, and also the character(s). She was catchy, clever by explaining the story resourcing to the movie "Dracula" of 1992 and comfortable presenting. I don't like the movie that much, but the story of Dracula seduce and enchants people. A myth? For sure, but a great one. (Great presentation, sorry Inês, if Karina and I talked too loud).

Final Task - What is Art (hate cubism)

"Castelo en La Roche - Guyon" - by Georges Braque

It has fast brushstrokes. Maybe because the green of the trees or bushes would not last like that forever. As all the other drawings of the book, the lines are fixed and straight, printing buildings unmoving nature.

The colour selection shows us that, even if the reality painted is not so clear, the green is for the trees and the brown for the houses. So, it's not very colourful.

It was painted with oil on canvas, a form of painting which I don't know nothing about, and it's from 1909. I think the painting has a medium size (92x73 cm).

This painting is a portrait of a real Castle, at La Roche, in North France.

This is the real Castle which Braque painted.
I'm asking myself why did I chose this painting... what's goin' on with my mind?

So, this final task is going to stay this way, without too much information, or even with any information... just the basics.
Yes, and I'm just laizy by now, but it's really hard for me to interpret this painting because is so obvious... "boringly" obvious!

And that's all. Nothing more to say. Don't know why I took so long...

Test composition 2

(I just have to say that I didn't predict to write either on the blog or on the test a composition about this... I just had to do it, it's my uncounscience, it really is. Now, enjoy, again.)

Writing 19.
"They had nothing to say to each other"

Two best friends were about to start a project, a big, inspiring and fantastic project. Its main purpose was to amuse people and to push their boundaries. Their names are, yes, Kenny and Spenny.

They had it all: great jobs, beautiful women, marvelous houses... their lifes were made from heaven. One day, suddenly, one of them started questioning - "What about my friend? I'm not giving him the importance he gives to me. I'm gonna change it!". This guy was Kenny. He talked then with his great buddy, Spenny. When the show was ready to start, it came as a major surprise to Spenny, he could not believe that his friend was trying to help his career as a comedian by mainly... humiliating him!

The show was about competition and looser's humiliation. Of course, all we could guess when we first saw them was that, definetely, Kenny would always win, either fair or not. But, surprisingly, Spenny started winning the competitions; the choice of the competition theme would variate with their mood, like the episode when they had to sell more Bibles than the other. But, in this particular episode we saw Spenny changing, to a less confident man. It was devastated to see such a bright guy falling in Kenny's pranks... which were in some cases hilarious.

When we (fans) realised Spenny was having a mental breackdown: Kenny hasn't spared him the stupid, childish humiliation. It was the near end, and by that time they had nothing to say to each other, just mean and painful words, bad ones, disgusting too.

Well, but they worked out their problems, not with counselling, but with more funny episodes and sick humiliations. So, the question is, what are friends really for?

Test composition

WRITING Part 2 - Topic 2

"Video killed the painted stars" is an original way to prove that all of us can do Art, even if our Art is simply changing images which are not ours.

Like the image of a video (I presume), we all want to draw moustaches on women and boobs on men. Why? Because it goes against the standards of outr society. Everybody knows that Monalisa is a work of Art, but what if someone drew a moustache and an eyebrow, would it still be a meaningful painting?

So, what can Art be? Art can, no, is a mix of ideas which are brought alive by an artist, could it bea painting, a movie, a remarkable porcelan plate, a hair do, a graffiti, whatever gives us the feeling of Art, or just a random feeling.

But in this kind of "Art" (changing in some way someone's work of Art) I think that provoking and somehow scandalising the old-fashioned art critics or/and Art lovers. And in this case, just the title of the work "Video killed the painted stars" recalls other type of Art: music. So, the author changed the title of the hit music "Video killed the radio star" to "painting star", which is more appropriate. And deeply, the title sends another message, with underlined thoughts of evolution; we prove it wuth historical facts: tapes preceded turntables, tapes preceded cd's, and cd's preceded virtual music in mp3 players.

So, with all the technological advances, the world of Art changes too, plus the editing of pictures or movies.

But even with this transformation, Art concept follows every generation, so in my point of view there is no way any type of Art can kill another. Simply we adjust our ideas with the tools we have in hand.

Today I had the need to write

Today I had the need to write. This time is different because I'm writing directly on the computer, instead of my regular papper friends. Usually, I don't like to share my state of spirit, but today... well, today is the day.

So, by now I'm feeling nostalgic. I hate to think, it hurts sometimes (and no, I'm not trying to be stupid, I'm just... a "self-unknowing" stranger, if that means anything at all).

"Meto-me para dentro, e fecho a janela.
Trazem o candeeiro e dão as boas noites,
E a minha voz contente dá as boas noites.
Oxalá a minha vida seja sempre isto:
O dia cheio de sol, ou suave de chuva,
Ou tempestuoso como se acabasse o Mundo,

A tarde suave e os ranchos que passam
Fitados com interesse da janela,
O último olhar amigo dado ao sossego das árvores,
E depois, fechada a janela, o candeeiro aceso,
Sem ler nada, nem pensar em nada, nem dormir,
Sentir a vida correr por mim como um rio por seu leito.
E lá fora um grande silêncio como um deus que dorme."

No, this poem is not mine, I'm not as genious as Fernando Pessoa, a.k.a. Alberto Caeiro.

And now... what now? Uau, being a teenager is the worst thing I've ever been. And how abou that?! This hole sentence is so like teenager... god. Why did I said this if I'm an unbeliver? I need long, very long vacations.

Oh, and yes, I'm having problems to sleep, maybe because I just slept one hour on Sunday because of the Oscars, which were by the way so unfair in some categories, such as "Best Actress in a Leading Role" in which the winner was Sandra Bullock (Sandra Bullock?!) and the Best Director, categorie that was influenced by this vague of "changing" and as so the Women's Day (it looks good in the picture), so is not that hard to guess who the winner was: Kathryn Bigelow ("The Hurt Locker"). Oh, and she's James Cameron ex, so it felt like a slap in his face. And yes, maybe I'm being too harsh with her, she's a good director, I'm just defending Taratino because "Inglorious Basterds" is his materpiece and in my opinion he should have won.
Ah, and Monday and yesterday I just slept a total of 7 hours (insomnias), and I'm trying to compensate with afternoon naps, which is stupid because when I get to bed at night I can't sleep. But I can't be awake in the afternoon 'cause I get so sleepy. Yes, what a martyr I am...


So, the message of this post was very clear, wasn't it?
"Control yourself, take only what you need from it"

P.S.: I have the amazing skill of falling asleep anywhere... really, anywhere.