"Keep my glass full until morning light
'Cause I'm just holding on for tonight
Help me, I'm holding on for dear life
Sun is up, I'm a mess
Gotta get out now, gotta run from this"
-- Sia - Chandelier
Fort Minor - Where'd You Go?
"Where'd you go?
I miss you so
Seems like it's been forever
That you've been gone"
Poem - Stephen Chbosky
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem and he called it “chops” because that was the name of his dog and thats what it was all about his teacher gave him an A and a gold star and his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts. that was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo and he let them sing on the bus and his little sister was born with tiny nails and no hair and his mother and father kissed alot and the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X’s and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant and his father always tucked him in bed at night and was always there to do it once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem he called it “Autumn” because that was the name of the season and that’s what it was all about and his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of the new paint and the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars and left butts on the pews and sometime they would burn holes that was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames and the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus and the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot and his father never tucked him in bed at night and his father got mad when he cried for him to do it once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem and he called it “Innocence: A Question” because that was the question about his girl and that’s what it was all about and his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her that was the year Father Tracy died and he forgot how the end of the Apostles’s Creed went and he caught his sister making out on the back porch and his mother and father never kissed or even talked and the girl around the corner wore too much make up that made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because it was the thing to do and at 3 am he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly that’s why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem and he called it “Absolutely Nothing” because that’s what it was really all about and he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist and he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn’t think he could reach the kitchen—- |
Em uma folha de papel amarelo com linhas verdes ele escreveu um poema E o intitulou "Chops" porque era o nome de seu cão E era o que estava em toda parte E seu professor lhe deu um A e uma estrela dourada E sua mãe o abraçou à porta da cozinha e leu o poema para as tias Era o ano em que o padre Tracy levava todas as crianças ao zoológico E ele deixou que cantassem no ônibus E sua irmãzinha tinha nascido com unhas minúsculas e nenhum cabelo E sua mãe e seu pai se beijavam tanto E a garota da esquina mandou para ele um cartão de Dia dos Namorados assinado com vários X e ele teve de perguntar ao pai o que significava X E seu pai deixou que ele dormisse na sua cama à noite E era sempre lá que ele dormia Em uma folha de papel com linhas azuis ele escreveu um poema E o intitulou "Outono" porque era o nome da estação E era o que estava em toda parte E seu professor lhe deu um A e o pediu para escrever com mais clareza E sua mãe não o abraçou à porta da cozinha por causa da pintura nova E as crianças disseram a ele que o padre Tracy fumava cigarros E largava as guimbas no banco da igreja E às vezes elas faziam buracos Que era o ano de sua irmã usar óculos com lentes grossas e armação preta E a garota da esquina riu quando ele pediu para ver Papai Noel E os garotos perguntaram por que a mãe e o pai se beijavam tanto E seu pai não o cobria mais na cama à noite E seu pai ficou furioso quando ele chorou por isso. Em um pedaço de papel de seu caderno ele escreveu um poema E o intitulou "Inocência: Uma Questão" porque a questão era sobre uma garota E isso estava em toda parte E seu professor lhe deu um A e um olhar muito estranho E sua mãe não o abraçou à porta da cozinha porque ele nunca o mostrou a ela Foi o primeiro ano depois da morte do padre Tracy E ele esqueceu como terminava o Creio em Deus Pai E ele pegou a irmã se agarrando na varanda dos fundos E sua mãe e seu pai nunca se beijavam nem mesmo conversavam E a garota da esquina usava maquiagem demais O que fez ele tossir quando a beijou mas ele a beijou mesmo assim porque era a coisa certa a fazer E às três da manhã ele se aninhou na cama seu pai roncava alto É por isso que no verso de uma folha de papel pardo ele tentou outro poema E o intitulou "Absolutamente Nada" Porque era o que estava em toda parte E ele se deu um A e um corte em cada maldito pulso E se encostou na porta do banheiro porque nessa hora ele não pensou que poderia alcançar a cozinha. |
The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky - Quotes
"Patrick began every night really excited. He always said he felt free. And tonight was his destiny. And things like that... But after a while, the whole thing just wasn't interesting to him anymore, and he ran out of things to keep himself numb."
"So i guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them."
“I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.”
"This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.”
“No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks, when the teacher rings the bell, drop your books and run like hell”
“Put my head under my pillow, and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.”
“I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life an then make the choice to share it with other people. Maybe that is what makes people "participate".”
"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."
"Do you always think this much, Charlie?" "Is that bad?" "Not necessarily. It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life."
"I don't want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can't think again. Not ever again. I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning."
"Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight."
"So i guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them."
“I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.”
"This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.”
“No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers' dirty looks, when the teacher rings the bell, drop your books and run like hell”
“Put my head under my pillow, and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.”
“I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life an then make the choice to share it with other people. Maybe that is what makes people "participate".”
"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be."
"Do you always think this much, Charlie?" "Is that bad?" "Not necessarily. It's just that sometimes people use thought to not participate in life."
"I don't want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can't think again. Not ever again. I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning."
"Sometimes, I look outside, and I think that a lot of other people have seen this snow before. Just like I think that a lot of other people have read those books before. And listened to those songs. I wonder how they feel tonight."
Amor
"Amor é simplesmente reconhecer o outro como sendo você próprio, o reconhecimento da unidade é amor."
- Eckhart Tolle
- Eckhart Tolle
Dia do Pi
Nos EUA, porque eles escrevem as datas com o mês primeiro, e o dia
depois, hoje é considerado o dia do Pi: 3/14. Aliás, hoje também seria
aniversário de Albert Einstein. Ou seja, 14 de março é um dia feliz para
físicos e matemáticos.
Pi, ou π, é definido como a proporção entre a circunferência de um
círculo e seu diâmetro.
Descoberta
de Pi
Os antigos babilônios sabiam da existência do Pi cerca de 4.000 anos
atrás. Um tablete babilônico de 1900 a 1680 aC calcula Pi como 3,125, e o
papiro matemático de Rhind, um documento matemático egípcio famoso de 1650 aC,
lista um valor de 3,1605. A Bíblia do Rei Jaime (I Reis 7:23) dá uma aproximação
de Pi em côvados, uma unidade arcaica de comprimento correspondente ao
comprimento do antebraço, do cotovelo até a ponta do dedo médio (estimado em
cerca de 45 centímetros). O matemático grego Arquimedes (287-212 aC) aproximou
Pi usando o teorema de Pitágoras, uma relação geométrica entre o comprimento
dos lados de um triângulo e a área de polígonos, dentro e fora dos círculos.
Há uma
“linguagem” Pi
Nerds literários inventaram um dialeto conhecido como Pilish, em que o
número de letras em palavras sucessivas correspondem aos dígitos do Pi. Mike
Keith escreveu o livro “Not a Wake” (Vinculum Press, 2010) inteiramente em
Pilish. Uma das frases (em inglês)
seria: “Now I fall, a tired suburbian in liquid under the trees/Drifting
alongside forests simmering red in the twilight over Europe”. Ou seja,
a primeira palavra, “now”, tem três letras, “I” tem uma letra, “fall” tem
quatro, e assim por diante.
Memorização
Pi
O recorde para o maior número de dígitos do Pi memorizados pertence a
Chao Lu, da China, que recitou 67.890 dígitos do Pi de cabeça em 2005, de
acordo com o Guinness World Records.
Pi na
computação
Os seres humanos só chegaram a 67.890 dígitos do Pi, mas computadores
podem ir muito além e obter medições ainda mais precisas. Até dezembro de 2013,
de acordo com Numberworld.org, computadores calcularam o Pi para um recorde de
12 trilhões de dígitos.
Fonte: http://hypescience.com/feliz-dia-do-pi-5-fatos-sobre-nosso-numero-irracional-favorito
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Frases - Lana del Rey
"I belong to no one - who belonged to everyone,
Who had nothing, who wanted everything
With a fire for every experience
And an obsession for freedom"
Who had nothing, who wanted everything
With a fire for every experience
And an obsession for freedom"
"Saw those dreams
divided like a millions stars in the night sky
That I wished on over and over again - sparkling and broken."
"I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night"
"Live fast. Die young.
Be wild, and have fun"
divided like a millions stars in the night sky
That I wished on over and over again - sparkling and broken."
"I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone in the night"
"Live fast. Die young.
Be wild, and have fun"
Don't Fear The Reaper - Blue Öyster Cult
"Come on baby (don't fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand (don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly (don't fear the reaper)"
"Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared"
And it was clear she couldn't go on
Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew and then disappeared"
"The curtains flew and then he appeared (saying don't be afraid)
Come on baby (and she had no fear)
And she ran to him (then they started to fly)
They looked backward and said goodbye (she had become like they are)
She had taken his hand (she had become like they are)
Come on baby (don't fear the reaper)"
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