I’m just a manicure I don’t know anything about anything except nails

You are an alien I’m from Valley
I mean… you know…It will not be anatomical correct…



Que maravilha! É um privilégio do Cocanha ter-se um comentador destes.

O que vale é que eu não sou nada cusca, prefiro mistérios.

Parafraseando a Candy:

Have a mental margarita

(isto como comentário anónimo num blog, então, é muito, muito giro…)

“I’m just a manicure I don’t know anything about anything except nails”.
(Julian Temple, Earth Girls Are Easy, 1988)

“With the increasing extension of the press, which kept placing new political, religious, scientific, professional, and local organs before the readers, an increasing number of readers became writers – at first, occasional ones. It began with the daily press opening to its readers space for “letters to the editor.” And today there is hardly a gainfully employed European who could not, in principle, find an opportunity to publish somewhere or other comments on his work, grievances, documentary reports, or that sort of thing. Thus, the distinction between author and public is about to lose its basic character. The difference becomes merely functional; it may vary from case to case. At any moment the reader is ready to turn into a writer. As expert, which he had to become willy-nilly in an extremely specialized work process, even if only in some minor respect, the reader gains access to authorship”.
(Walter Benjamin, The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction, parte X, 1936, tradução para inglês em http://www.marxists.org/reference/subject/philosophy/works/ge/benjamin.htm. O “bold” é meu.)

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