ATUALIZANDO: Postei as fotos porque são idéias possíveis de serem realizadas e não tem alto custo, você mesma pode fazer e adaptar.
No feriado prolongado, decidi como sempre fugir do lugar comum, apesar de morar em um local turístico e destino certeiro dos brasileiros que desejam curtir praia, sol e calor aqui no litoral sul da Bahia, eu como uma boa paulista que sou e avessa as badalações que esses feriados prometem, decidi sair do condomínio onde moro na orla e fugir.... sim fugir do barulho e dos turistas...aqui é sossegado 20 km do centro da cidade, orla norte só mar, praia, hotéis e casas de veraneio então imagina como fica nesse período.
Resolvemos ir para uma chácara em Eunápolis - BA cidade distante há 70 km daqui, e ficar uns dias por lá só descansando e relaxando ... eu ando precisando muitooo disso...tenho muitas coisas para pensar e repensar e nada melhor do levar meus livros queridos e relaxar ...
Perfeito para ler os meus livros ... e pretendo quando me mudar novamente ter um espaço parecido... já que pro meu apartamento no interior de SP dificilmente eu voltarei, então agora quero uma casa com espaço e paz ...igual a que eu tinha anos atrás... acho que tudo se pode adaptar, amei!
O aspecto rústico dá o charme e ainda sobra espaço para as chase long lindas lá do canto em laranja perfeitas!
O pergolado rústico que logo será coberto pelas primaveras coloridas, imagine como irá ficar maravilhoso.
Detalhe da parede, essas lindas formigas de latão!
Adorei o mosaico do paisagismo!
Piscina com um coqueiro inusitado, rs.
Abacateiro.... que saudades do interior de SP ... e achei aqui na Bahia rss.
It’s hard to believe but back in 1979, Ozzy Osbourne had been fired from Black Sabbath and no one seemed to care. Who could have imagined that he would one day reinvent himself into an industry all unto himself? The movies, documentaries, festivals, world tours and the television show which made him a household name; none of it would have been possible without the first two albums that defined him as a solo artist; Blizzard of Ozz and Diary of a Madman. These two records set the template for his entire solo career with everything that has followed being compared to them. Besides the songs, one of the reasons for their untouchable status is because of guitarist Randy Rhoads; a one-of-a-kind guitarist who could not only shred but had equally astounding talent to hold back and compose supple sonnets of serenity. Rhoads virtuosity, Ozzy’s character and the team of Bob Daisley on bass and Lee Kerslake on drums combined created two albums that are widely regarded masterpieces all these years later.
Both albums are celebrating their 30th Anniversary this year (Blizzard was initially released in Europe in 1980 and six months later in the US). Their existence in remastered form (along with the digital realm) has been a confusing one. Initially, when Ozzy began to remaster his catalog in 1995 the album art work was shrunk and placed amidst poor and cheap looking coloring. This was done to differentiate them from the non-remasters on the market. The sound quality was pristine but the extras and artwork were lacking. In 2002, most of his catalog was reissued, but stunningly Blizzard and Madman were reissued with the bass and drums re-recorded by Osbourne’s then bassist Robert Trujillo and drummer Mike Bordin. Let’s be honest, Trujillo and Bordin are immeasurably better musicians than either Daisley or Kerslake but the problem was the fans know these records from their own memories and newer fans discovered these songs from the radio and YouTube. However, for the first time, Blizzard of Ozz and Diary of a Madmen receives the reissue treatment they both deserve. The recordings are restored in stunning quality restored and touched up by George Marino. While the 1995 remaster sounds great, I’d give a slight nod to these recordings. Both sets include bonus material as well where between the 1995 and 2002 editions, a mere two extra songs were released. Lastly, for the uber Ozzy fan there is a box set containing both albums on CD, 180-gram LP Vinyl, a bonus live CD, a replica of Ozzy’s iconic cross, a 2-sided poster, an expansive 100-page coffee table book and the most anticipated item of the set, Thirty Years After the Blizzard DVD which has a 40-minute documentary and an additional 70-minutes of bonus material (more on this in a bit).
Blizzard of Ozz opens like a mist rising off a lake in the early morning and Ozzy Osbourne’s solo career ascends with a unleashed riff on “I Don’t Know”. The opening is punctuated by a robust rhythm section and indistinguishable vocals. This opening cut, and all of Blizzard for that matter, take the listener on a rock n’ roll roller coaster ride that never relents. “Crazy Train” has one of the most tremendous and euphoric openings ever. Finding middle ground between humor and joy, the song invades your aural senses the same way a first kiss speeds up your heartbeat. The lovely “Goodbye to Romance” shows depths of Osbourne no one knew existed before. Sure, we all heard “Changes” when he was with Sabbath, but he goes one step further in expressing his solitude in a song so superbly solemn and sweet. This new anniversary package also a new mix of the song with only Osbourne’s vocals and Rhoads’ guitar. The stripped version of the song is almost eerie. It reminds me of John Lennon from Osbourne’s vocal inflictions to the lyric writing (some of which must be credited to Bob Daisley); it gives a tip-of-the-hat to Lennon while Osbourne’s fingerprints are definitive. The instrumental acoustic “Dee” is perfect before it dovetails into the confessional and controversial “Suicide Solution”. “Mr. Crowley” is spooky with its organ/synth opening that summons spirits from the past and could have been mood music for a horror film. Even a few of the album’s lesser known songs, “No Bone Movies”, “Revelation (Mother Earth)” and “Steal Away” (The Night) are every bit as invigorating making Blizzard of Ozz not just one of the definitive albums of the hard rock-metal genre but one of the most enduring rock records of the last three decades.
There are three bonus tracks on this edition of Blizzard; the Non-LP B-side “You Looking At Me, Looking At You”, “Goodbye To Romance” in a previously unreleased guitar and vocal mix created just last year and a “RR” a never before heard Randy Rhoads guitar solo found at the end of a tape of one of the Blizzard songs. It’s featured on the documentary Thirty Years After The Blizzard where you can see Ozzy hear it for the first time. It’s a wonderful revelation and scene. The solo is short, but because of the limited amount of music Rhoads left behind, every bit of it counts. “You Looking at Me, Looking At You” is a b-side that is here in its original incarnation on CD for the first time (the 2002 reissue has the bass and drums re-recorded). The 2002 CD editions had some great liner notes and pictures surprisingly not available here, however, the biggest omission from the reissue is the song “You Said It All” from the 1980 Mr. Crowley Live EPsingle release. None of the live cuts from this EP have ever appeared digitally or on CD for that matter. “You Said It All” was cut live at sound check with crowd noise added later and it would have been a nice addition to the extra space on Blizzard, alas it was not meant to be. One can only hope that it will find a place on a more extensive all encompassing box set of outtakes and rarities one day. If the EP had been included (along with the live b-side of “I Don’t Know” included on the 2002 edition of Madman) these reissues could be definitive.
Diary of a Madman is often deemed to be the better of the two releases. I’m not sure I agree with many of this, but it does demonstrate the band’s growth as musicians and songwriters, especially Randy Rhodes. Listening to the album’s title cut, you get a sense of Rhoads bringing classical elements into Ozzy’s music and the 6-minute track is one of his greatest. Songs like “Little Dolls” show the band’s further evolution with the marching drum opening to the ending guitar solo, it’s another lost treasure in Osbourne’s catalog; ditto “You Can’t Kill Rock and Roll” which reaches epic proportions especially with its 7-minute length. “Over the Mountain” and “Flying High Again” are the best known tracks and offer the album a one-two punch in its opening. “Believer” with Bob Daisley’s downright wicked bass is haunting. While the album may have an unfinished feel to it, the development in terms of performance and songwriting is noticeable, it’s only a shame Rhoads died before he could have taken Ozzy to new realms.
Included in the Legacy edition of Madman is a previously unreleased live show from the Blizzard of Ozz tour in 1981. The notes and press release do not disclose where the show is from or specifically when. Despite this, the show is nothing short of epic. Even if you own Tribute (possibly the best release in Ozzy’s entire catalog), the performances and sound here are so enlivening you can’t help but feel pulled in. I am pretty sure to my ears there are no overdubs here or any touch ups are minimal. I’m not sure if it has been recorded before or after Tribute. Based on comments, my hunch is it was recorded on he second leg of the Blizzard tour. It is Tommy Aldridge on drums and Rudy Sarzo on bass. Despite the fact that every song is on Tribute there are subtle differences in the performances making it essential for any Ozzy fan.
The box set, which includes a 100-page coffee book (which I unfortunately did not have an opportunity to view), has something that may tempt even casual fans to buy it, an exclusive DVD, Thirty Years After the Blizzard. It’s an imperfect documentary, but while it may miss some key interviews and historical aspects, it hits a home run from an emotional level. Key players Bob Daisley and Lee Kerslake are not interviewed and that is a shame and a gaping hole in the history of these records. That being said, it’s not necessarily your normal type documentary. It doesn’t fit in with the Classic Album series or even a straight up documentary. Despite being a mere 40-minutes long, it’s completely engaging and if there is any major fault to it, it’s too short. Much of the documentary has contemporary musicians discussing the importance of these two records and the lasting influence of Randy Rhoads. Some of the most fascinating footage is of Zakk Wylde recreating the guitar solos note-for-note. He also does more than discuss Rhoads from an emotional standpoint but from a technical one as well since he was writing things on the guitar that there was no template for before him. Nikki Sixx has some great insight into the two records and members of Osbourne’s current touring band stand in awe of the legacy they get to recreate every night onstage but its Osbourne’s facial expressions which tell us a deeper story. Both Sharon and Ozzy give their insight to the events surrounding these albums including the Alamo and biting heads off animal incidents (yes that is plural) but it’s the ghost of Randy Rhoads that infiltrates the film like a thief in the night. I was a bit stunned to see them barely discuss the crash that took his life and to see the film end abruptly with little explanation or aftermath but in retrospect it makes complete sense. They don’t glorify the incident and the look on Osbourne’s face as he hears his voice and Rhoads guitar on a new mix of “Goodbye to Romance” is the most sobering scene in recent rock documentary memory. The Osbourne family can get a bad rap at times for an assortment of business decisions, but that being said, there’s no hiding the shock and devastation from their faces when discussing Rhoads. It’s ghostly seeing a lucid Osbourne mourn his friend and the emotions on his face say it all.
While the documentary itself may be short, there is an additional 70-minutes of additional features all of which are hard to find or rarely seen before. We get professional television performances from 1981 (“After Hours” which we have seen on YouTube but having them all here in one place is a treat. This was also years before we became addicted to cutting the camera and having as many angles as possible. Here there only seems to be two (possibly three) cameras and as a result, it usually stays on the respective member for a while. The footage of Rhoads wailing on his guitar is especially fascinating. He was doing things with the guitar few were capable of but he made look so easy. We also get a slew of bootleg footage from the 1981-1982 tours to revel in. The New York footage from 1981 is a tad rough but there’s something o be said to see someone not fully aware they’re being filmed. There are several interviews on the DVD as well, but the most fascinating clip for me is from early 1982 in New Mexico where we see Tommy Aldridge, Rudy Sarzo, Randy Rhoads and Osbourne open a show on the Diary of a Madman tour. Footage from this tour is scarce, including audio, so it’s wondrous to have it here on the DVD. Seeing “Over the Mountain” kick off the show is a thrill and the four piece band is at the top of their game. It’ a shame more footage does not exist.
Making a decision to repurchase albums you already own isn’t one that comes easy especially when the albums are being released on CD for the fourth time. However, the new 30th Anniversary editions of Blizzard of Ozz and Diary of a Madman are essential purchases for both casual and die-hard Ozzy Osbourne fans. Both albums sound the best they ever have and the added bonus features take them over the top. While the deluxe box set carries a hefty price tag ($170), there is a high volume of top notch quality associated with it. Even though they fall short in terms of capturing everything, they’re still worthy additions to your musical collection even if you already own them.The bonus live CD and the DVD almost make it worth the price alone, let alone with a 100-page book throw in, it may be worth investing in. Even if you can’t afford the box, both albums are available individually and since they’re had the original performances reinstated, added bonus tracks and the best sound they have ever had makes your decision simple. These two records find Osbourne reborn and at the peak of his powers which are more than the first steps into a much larger career, but defining albums of the hard rock genre.
Anthony Kuzminski is a Chicago based writer and Special Features Editor for the antiMusic Network. His daily writings can be read at The Screen Door. He can be contacted at thescreendoor AT gmail DOT com and can be followed on Twitter
E fico estarrecida quando vejo cenas deploráveis de pessoas que pegam um animal oferecem um lar, amor e carinho e depois de um tempo descartam o animal como se ele fosse um objeto que ficou em desuso ou um brinquedo que perdeu a graça.
Quantas pessoas eu conheço que adotaram um filhote seja de gato ou cachorro que depois que cresceu acharam que perdeu o encanto ou que simplesmente “dá trabalho” e o descarta.
Imagine você ser descartado do que é referência para você, sua cama quentina, sua comida, seu lar e mais ainda o amor de quem você ama.
E sem poder gritar, chorar ou pedir socorro.
Dias desses minha mãe me contou chorando de um ato covarde que eu nem tenho coragem de contar aqui, que fizeram com uma cadela que não queriam mais e que ela viu e outras pessoas, mas a ajuda chegou tarde demais. Outro caso que li em um jornal online de minha cidade que pelo menos o dono de uma outra pobre cadelinha que foi espacada até a morte foi preso graças a ajuda de populares.
Enfim, se hoje temos pessoas, seres humanos que jogam e descartam filhos recém nascidos saidos de suas próprias entranhas o que será que podem fazer então com um animal?
Por isso eu peço, pratique a posse responsável, adoção responsável, o animal sofre de saudade e de dor.
Pensem nisso antes de descartar quem ama você incondicionalmente.
Crítica ao excesso de sal em um restaurante fará com que ela pague US$ 7 mil, fique 30 dias na prisão e mais dois anos em condicional.
Uma blogueira de Taiwan foi condenada a pagar uma multa de 200 mil dólares taiwaneses (cerca de US$ 7 mil dólares) e a um mês de prisão, além de dois anos de condicional. Tudo isso por ter criticado um restaurante local em seu blog de culinária em 2008, segundo o jornal de Taiwan Taipei Times.
Na ocasião, a blogueira disse que a comida no restaurante estava muito salgada e que ela tinha encontrado baratas andando pelo local.
O motivo da ação judicial do restaurante contra a blogueira não foi a crítica à presença de insetos no local, e sim o comentário sobre excesso de sal. De acordo com a corte que julgou o caso, "ela não deveria criticar toda a comida do restaurante por achar muito salgado, pois só experimentou um prato em sua visita".
Sobre a decisão da corte, o dono do restaurante espera "que o caso ensine a ela uma lição."
O advogado responsável pelo caso afirmou que "blogueiros de culinária devem lembrar de fazer comentários verdadeiros e preenchê-los com fotos para se protegerem. Já a blogueira apenas pediu desculpas ao dono do restaurante pelo inconveniente.
I swear that everywhere I turn, this revolting news story keeps on haunting me. The latest winner of the worlds ugliest dog has been announced and I am sorry but the thing is so gross that it makes me what to be sick! (so I go and post a picture of it) I am surprised its owner isn't sick. What makes me more sick than the actual dog itself is the fact that they even do this competition. I know its animals but its still not nice! You wouldn't put your kid into the worlds ugliest kid competition (well I am sure that some people would!) So I have come to the conclusion that just dont start on one category because it will spread to all the others. I swear we already have the worlds ugliest cat and I really do not want to see anymore! Its horrific and the poor thing looks like it has already died at least twice. Either hide it or kill it!
Mister Rogers holds a very special place in my heart to this day. Here is a video I came across that contrasts the simple, wonderful message of Mister Rogers with other messages that we can be bombarded with as we grow up.
Gostaria de estar postando sobre outros assuntos que tenho pendentes desde que sumi por um tempo por conta de meu repouso, ainda me encontro afastada de muitas atividades, era para estar calma curtindo a boa vida aqui em Porto Seguro – Bahia longe do inverno rigoroso de SP por onde estive recentemente com minha minha família.
Até que na primeira semana de meu repouso comecei a perceber que a barriga de uma das minhas gatas, a Tigrinha, (a famosa Gata Beata que já citei em um post sobre ela AQUI) estava descendo, com uma massa pesada, ou seja a gordura estava descendo literalmente depois de 2 cirurgias reparadoras que ela fez tadinha depois de feito uma castração com um veterinário pomba ou seja que fez uma verdadeira cagada porcaria na cirurgia dela tadinha.
A Tigrinha resolveu deitar em cima da minha mala de viagem na qual eu estava mexendo, então aprovetei e tirei essa foto.
Então ele resolveu refazer novamente a cirurgia, ou seja meses depois novamente a gordura estava descendo.
Como sabem vivo em um local onde não se tem as mesmas disponibilidades enfim, mesmo de repouso e tudo tive que procurar ajuda médica veterinária em uma cidade há cerca de 60 km daqui, onde foi feita uma nova cirurgia e constatado o absurdo feito anteriormente, foi preciso limpar por dentro, remover toda a gordura que se soltou, que iria necrosar, suturar novamente, e o corte foi maior ainda…até porque se suspeitava que o intestino da Tigrinha estava também comprometido.
Aqui com os pontos...ainda bem que ela está se comportando bem e a cicatrização depois dessa foto, está ok já.
Enfim ela se recupera maravilhosamente bem, a cirurgia foi um sucesso e segunda feira próxima agora irá retirar os pontos, o antigo veterinário irá ser chamado em uma audiência nas pequenas causas onde estou movendo uma ação de reparação e danos causados, pois pude comprovar com laudo, e quero ser ressarcida de todo custo e outras coisas causados por ele e evitar que assim ele cometa esses deslizes e possar causar a morte de qualquer animal que criamos com amor e carinho.
A Tigrinha aqui em sua caminha em repouso, estamos as duas literalmente encerradas em casa, rs.
Vamos ficar de olho nessas clinicas veterinárias, eu aqui não tinha outra opção, como tinha antes onde eu morava, e jamais suspeitei que ela teria que fazer 2 cirurgias reparadoras de uma simples castração.
Portanto que sirva de alerta a quem ler esse post, checar as informações sempre, ligue para pessoas que você conhece e que já levou animais para tratar em determinados locais, verifique se ele tem registro também, pois acredite se quiser existem muitos casos de pessoas exercendo a profissão de médico veterinário e castrando animais por ai sem ser, o que pode causar uma infecção e causar a morte de um animal.
Tonight I watched the Julia Roberts movie Mona Lisa Smile for the first time. Roberts stars as an art history professor at a conservative New England women's college in the 1950's. She quickly stirs the pot, challenging what 1950's society expects of "wholesome young women." Many, if not most women were expected to fill the role of good, obedient wives for their husbands, producing babies and making sure dinner was on the table by 5 o'clock. Self-ambition as far as careers go often took a back seat to expected obligations. But then things started to change as they irrevocably do with time, and now we know - hopefully - that women don't have to confine their ambitions because society expects them to. I say hopefully because there are still plenty of people who think, even in North America, that women should stay away from certain "men-only" roles and acquiesce to what men tell them to do.
In many many parts of the world it is more overtly shocking. Women are raped, beaten, and killed for challenging societal expectations (in marriage, in the workplace, in religious institutions, etc) Acid is thrown onto girl's faces as they walk down the street because they simply seek to go to school. Just this past week, a University of British Columbia graduate was visiting her Bangladeshi home, when her husband gouged out her eyes, leaving her blind, presumably because he didn't want her to be furthering her education. I write these things not to be grotesque, but because they still happen and we - I - must use my voice whenever I can to stand up and say, "Not in my world!" Much progress has been made in some ways, but there is a long way to go.
As progress was made with women, homosexuals weren't far behind in being considered the new pariah. Gay men weren't people who desired loving meaningful relationships, as much as they were promiscuous perverts who shouldn't be trusted around young boys. More beatings, lynchings, and suicides ensued because there was no acceptable place for them in society. When AIDS became an epidemic in the 1980's, many called it God's cure for homosexuals. As it was with women, much progress has been made. Here in Canada same-sex couples who are in love can be legally married, and increasingly these rights are being given in several states south of the border. However, many many people in power are still adamant that gays and lesbians should not have the same rights as heterosexual couples. Just last year, Minnesota Governor Tim Pawlenty, now a contender for the presidency of the United States of America, vetoed a bill that would allow same-sex partners to make end-of-life decisions. In other words, imagine having the love of your life that you've been with for 30 years die, and then being told you have no say where they should be buried. How low can you go? Really, how low? (Not coincidentally, as I sit here writing this article at 1:40 in the morning, Elton John's song American Triangle has just started playing on my iTunes playlist. It chronicles the savage beating of openly gay student Matthew Shepard in Wyoming in 1998. Matthew was taken by two young men to a rural area, and beaten and tortured before being tied to a fence. He died 5 days later in hospital at the age of 21.) That was 13 years ago, not a long period of time. How about more recently? Most likely you've heard of the multiple examples of gay teens committing suicide because they felt there was no other option for them. Tyler Clementi (pictured) was an eighteen-year-old student in New Jersey who jumped to his death from the George Washington Bridge on September 22, 2010. This occurred after his sexual encounter with a man in his dorm room was video streamed over the Internet without Clementi's knowledge. Hell, even teenagers who are suspected of being gay are committing suicide. Heartbreaking, absolutely heartbreaking.
To conclude, I have a couple points. As I've stated above, there has been a lot of progress in regards to the evolution of how marginalized members of society such as women and homosexuals are treated. But there is a long way to go.
My second point, or question, is this: Who's next? Who will we feel threatened by next because of our ignorance and in turn who will we marginalize or view as "less than us." Women? Gays? Black people? Aboriginals? Believe me, I know enough about ignorance. When I was a 15 year old back in small southwestern Ontario, I was writing letters to the editor of the local newspaper, righteously (or so I thought) fighting the tide toward gay marriage, because of what I had been taught and because of what I had interpreted from a handful of verses in my religious tome. And then my very best friend sat me down at the end of high school and confided in me that he was a gay man. It's amazing how your ideologies and ignorance can be stripped away from you when you are faced with flesh and blood reality. I am grateful that my blinders were ripped off.
Finally, tonight as I listen to the brilliant Elton John in the early hours of a summers morning, I resolutely say, "Stand Up! May we never turn a blind eye to people around us who are being marginalized or prejudiced against, and may we help our fellow humankind to break through barriers placed on them by time, popular opinion, or ignorance. We can't sit back and wait for others in more prominent positions to do the job for us; we have a mighty voice. Stand up!
