2016-08-25

Allan Nohab - TP-Lis-Ams + NS overweg (Flevomidi rough mix)


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Tracks "TP-Lis-Ams" (6m30s) and "NS overweg" (8m10s) mixed by Flevomidi.
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Analog synthesizer and Drum Mathilde analog/digital drum machine (July 2016, Amsterdam; direct audio recording, no overdub)

https://soundcloud.com/allannohab/

This music is licensed under a Creative Commons License 3.0 International [CC BY-NC-ND 3.0]: Attribution – Non Commercial – No Derivatives.

Allan Nohab - N9N14

[fotografia: ciclovia entre Amesterdão e Diemen, ao longo do canal Amesterdão - Reno, próximo da ponte Nescio, na tarde de 7 de Julho de 2016; samsung galaxy s3]

#allannohab
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#flevomidi
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2016-06-07

Coloragfa - Sebastopol

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Coloragfa "Sebastopol": me, an yellow analog synthesizer and the rhythm of my drumMathilde (May 2016; direct audio recording)
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https://soundcloud.com/coloragfa


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This music is licensed under a Creative Commons License 4.0 International [CC BY-NC-ND 4.0]: Attribution – Non Commercial – No Derivatives.

coloragfa - Sebastopol

[fotografia: margem do rio Coina, em Santo André, no Barreiro, possivelmente numa tarde de Fevereiro de 2008; Baldafix / ACG Vario - Steinheil-Cassar (câmara de 120mm); Kodak Ektachrome 320-T (película de 35 mm), múltipla exposição, digitalizado a partir de diapositivo revelado através de processo cruzado]

#coloragfa
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2015-12-31

coisas simples 114

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nº.114

imagem simples:



Passagem desnivelada sobre a linha ferroviária em Lisboa, para ligação ao bairro do Rego, na manhã de 15 de Agosto de 2015.

[foto: samsung galaxy s3]

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problema não-tão-simples:

"Quinn heard laughter in the hallway, first from a woman and then from a child - the high and the higher, a staccato of ringing shrapnel - and then the basso rumbling of Auster's guffaw. The child spoke: «Daddy, look what I found!» And then the woman explained that it had been lying on the street, and why not, it seemed perfectly okay. A moment later he heard the child running towards him down the hall. The child shot into the living room, caught sight of Quinn, and stopped dead in his tracks. He was a blond-haired boy of five or six.
«Good afternoon», said Quinn.
The boy, rapidly withdrawing into shyness, managed no more than a faint hello. In his left hand he held a red object that Quinn could not identify. Quinn asked the boy what it was.
«It's a yoyo», he answered, opening his hand to show him. «I found it on the street».
«Does it work?»
The boy gave an exaggerated pantomine shrug. «Dunno. Siri can't do it. And I don't know how.»
Quinn asked him if he could try, and the boy walked over and put it in his hand. As he examined the yoyo, he could hear the child breathing beside him, watching his every move. The yoyo was plastic, similar to the ones he had played with years ago, but more elaborate somehow, an artifact of the space age. Quinn fastened the loop at the end of the string around his middle finger, stood up, and gave it a try. The yoyo gave off a fluted, whistling sound as it descended, and sparks shot off inside it. The boy gasped, but then the yoyo stopped, dangling at the end of its line.
«A great philosopher once said», muttered Quinn, «that the way up and the way down are one and the same.»
«But you didn't make it go up", said the boy. «It only went down.»
«You have to keep trying.»
Quinn was rewinding the spool for another attempt when Auster and his wife entered the room. He looked up and saw the woman first. In that one brief moment he knew that he was in trouble. She was a tall, thin blonde, radiantly beautiful, with an energy and happiness that seemed to make everything around her invisible. It was too much for Quinn. He felt as though Auster were tauting him with the things that he had lost, and he responded with envy and rage, a lacerating self-pity. Yes, he too would love liked to have this wife and this child, to sit around all day spouting drivel about old books, to be surrounded by yoyos and ham omelettes and fountain pens. He prayed to himself for deliverance.
Auster saw the yoyo in his hand and said, «I see you've already met. Daniel», he said to the boy, «this is Daniel». And then to Quinn, with that same ironic smile, «Daniel, this is Daniel»."

[Paul Auster, "City of glass", in The New York trilogy, ed. Faber and Faber, 2011, p.100-102, (ed.original: 1985)]
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2015-10-22

coisas simples 113 + qualquergram

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nº.113

uma primeira imagem simples (minha, mas com o Júlio)
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Uma foto publicada por Daniel Barros (@qualquerjanela) a
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comunicado simples:

Desde final de Junho de 2015 que, no Instagram @qualquerjanela, posso dar uso a #hashtags como forma de indicar a data (formato ano-mês-dia), o tema principal (em português e inglês) e a localização geográfica das fotos que faço no quotidiano com o meu telemóvel. Querem exemplos deste tipo de palavra-chave, como se fosse uma base de dados de arquivo histórico? Então... a hashtag inevitável para a cidade do #Barreiro, neste lado do rio Tejo (basicamente, o Blogspot já permitia atribuir labels que funcionam como link directo dentro do blog); a hashtag para andar de #transportepublico e a sua tradução #publictransportation (porque sou utilizador assíduo deste tipo de transportes desde os meus 10 anos de idade); a hashtag musical #transitores2830 (para as experiências sonoras d'Os Transistores, com o Júlio); ou mesmo a hashtag para quando é o Lucas a fotografar: #Lucascolorphoto.

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uma outra imagem simples (um retrato meu, pelo Lucas):

Uma foto publicada por Daniel Barros (@qualquerjanela) a
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ps - já me estava a esquecer das etiquetas com geolocalização do Instagram, como a etiqueta para o Barreiro ou para o Rio Tejo (estranho, geolocalizar assim um rio como se fosse um local... não é? Mas segundo o Instagram, o Rio Tejo está no Cais do Sodré...)
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