J#017

Lab tunes: RNA extractions I

J#016

Lab tunes: primary hepatocytes

y#501

"Oh my friend you haven't changed
Looking rough and living strange
And I know you've got a taste for it too"

y#500

"...No need for words now
We sit in silence
You look me in the eye directly
You met me..."

J#015

Foda-se, do que eu me fui lembrar... Raios partam a Jolene!

J#014

Outro "clássico". Uma que até enquadra bem na temática pimba (ou MPA, como quiserem). Tu não sejas cabra Jolene!

J#013

E falando em álbuns influentes da década passada...

J#012

Tenho muitas memórias atreladas a muitos álbuns, outras a músicas em particular. Umas boas, outras más. Algumas, nem uma coisa nem outra. Mas poucos álbuns me levam de volta a um tempo e espaço tão bem definidos como o Is This It. Vejo o meu quartinho na Dr. Coelho de Carvalho como se lá estivesse a entrar pela primeira vez. Eu e o meu rádio - companheiro de longa data - com o Is This It, gravado em cassete, a tocar vezes sem conta. Dos álbuns mais influentes da última década, a mim influenciou-me - e mais do que isso, marcou-me - e de que maneira. Perderam a chama - ainda houve uns fogachos com First Impressions of Earth - mas este fica para sempre. Afinal de contas "In many ways, they'll [we] miss the good old days".

J#011

Boas memórias! A fila para entrar na praia. O cheiro a mar. A prancha a fugir de baixo dos pés. A bela da mini. Sempre em boa companhia!

F#570

É a viagem, não o destino, meu caro J!

E essa é alucinante! 

Se vale a pena? Pessoa dizia que sim 

Ele ousou, e o caminho levou-o lá acima.
Tão alto que ainda o vemos.

Ousemos também. 

Porque senão, 

senão não vale a pena. 

É que a nossa alma pode não ter tudo,

contudo não é pequena!

y#499

Pure bliss!

F#569

trippin!

F#568

" ...she yawns, cause she is bored

he yawns cause he is tired..."

y#498

"They were right when they said
We should never meet our heroes
When they bowed at their feet
In the end it wasn't me

Is this my life?
Am I breathing underwater?"

F#567

- és? não és?-pergunta ele em silêncio. 

Mais uma vez, a mais uma ela...

Ela sem saber, ja lhe disse. 

Mas ele não ouve, 

não  quer saber. 

- diz?- responde ela, como se ouvisse. 

-já agora quem és?- pergunta. Depois de ouvir o que ela lhe disse sem saber.

y#497

Follow the rainbow...

y#496

‎"Catch a moth hold it in my hand
crush it casually
Without past I can't disappoint
my ancestry
Forever can I sleep inside
your menagerie

We drown in pneumonia not
rivers and streams"

F#566

19326- Razão. Método. Preserverança

19327- Emoção. Improviso.

Grande combinação!

F#565

I was never faithful
And I was never one to trust
Borderlining schizo
And guaranteed to cause a fuss
I was never loyal
Except to my own pleasure zone
I'm forever black-eyed
A product of a broken home




I was never faithful
And I was never one to trust
Borderline bipolar
Forever biting on your nuts
I was never grateful
That's why I spend my days alone

F#564

I am on my way!


I AM ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

J#010

The call to arms was never true
I'm medicated, how are you?

F#563

please, dont drive me blind...

J#009

Acho que vou andar a assobiar isto durante uns tempos. Dos melhores álbuns que ouvi nos últimos anos!

F#563

Quem sou eu?

Honestamente não sei...

Sei que hoje, não sou quem fui, nem quem serei.
Se lá chegar.

Nem eu, nem ninguém.

Mas eu hoje ainda sou eu...a soma de tudo o que fui.

Mas e se no fundo  eu não for  eu?

Se eu for a soma de tudo o que fui.

É que o que eu fui,
não fui só eu.


Fura

y#495

‎"Não importa descobrir as razões,
O que eu gosto mesmo é de as procurar
E creio que isso chega p'ra escrever o meu livro..."

y#494

"We on a mission. Dust the stars. Light through dark.
Blue. Gold. Shine. Fly.
Seated at the opposite so you can see there is no time.
Breath slow. Be low.
Capacity is unfulfilled take the lead you will.
Head raised. Un-caged.
More to do there's more for you.

All I see is you. Stars. Open arms. Pharaohs. God. Golden.
All I see is you. Stars. Open arms. Pharaohs. God. Kings and queens."

F#562

I want to believe....

F#561

Shrine...and chill!

F#560

let's just imitate the real

until we find a better one

F#559

"And if I choose your sanctuary
I'll want to wash you with my hair
I'll want to drink of sacred fountains
And find the riches hidden there

And if you make me your religion
I'll give you all you will need'

F#558

a new mate for (another) new beggining!

One must re-invent himself...in order to cope with all of this....

y#493

"No matter what we say
No matter what we think
We'll never, we'll never leave this room

What are we going to do about this?"

y#492

"And we're all fine in the back of your mind
And if we do what you like
Then we could be with you tonight
And if they bleed you dry
And taken half the tide
And taken all your tide"

F#557

so....how does it feel?

F#556

"my baby said she wanted some action
i said baby, i can't give you that
i'm a simple man
my baby said she wanted adventure
i said baby, the outside world's not safe"

F#555

shine on!!!!!

y#491

"It only comes in waves
And then it goes away
Well it must be chemical
Well it must be chemical
Well it must be chemical
Chemical
Chemical
Yeah it must be chemical

Strange attractor
Strange, strange attractor
Strange attractor
Strange, strange attractor"

F#554

i hope not....

y#490

"We run along, and we come up with this idea to go down to the stream and check it out for fish. So we went to the river, downstream. And there’s half a foot of water in there. And a silver fish, but nothing substantial, until one of their boys calls us further down. Lying in the water is a wee foal, four or five days old. He was all skin and bones, a gray collar, and he has got flecks of blood on his coat, because he has cut himself up really badly on the sharp rocks. We’re just standing over him and you can see his back leg’s snapped. And he’s breathing, he’s alive, but just about. So this big conversation gets started up between the boys who suddenly reckon themselves the leaders, and deliberating as what we should do. Someone says “Drop a rock on his head”, but I’m looking in their faces and I can see they’re either scared, stiff or clueless; it’s all bravado. And this foal on the ground, in real pain, all this chitchat going on, going nowhere. Next thing, one of the priests sees us, sees the foal, tells us not to move and we were done for, we were really done for. Group of boys will always get the blame for hurting a foal. Group of Belfast boys will get a hammering for sure. So it’s clear to me in an instant, I get down on my knees and take the foal’s head in my hands, and I put him underwater. He’s thrashing around a bit at the start, so I press down harder until he’s drowned.

The priests arrived, Don. Just grabbing me by the hair, dragging me through the woods, promising me a proper punishment, but I knew I did the right thing by that wee foal, and I could take the punishment for all our boys. I had the respect of them other boys now, and I knew that. I’m clear of the reasons, Don. I’m clear of all the repercussions. But I will act, and I will not stand by and do nothing."

~Bobby Sands (Hunger, 2008)

y#489

‎"(I know where you live)
Deep in the heart of man
(I know where you live)
With the devil's common friend"

y#488

"Can you hear them calling?
Can you hear them falling out?

There is nowhere to escape… "