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American Woman x European Man +/x American man

March 17, 1999 | Issue 35•10

Point

European Men Are So Much More Romantic Than American Men

By Alyssa Lerner
Junior, Boston University

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I just got back from a semester abroad in Europe, and let me tell you, it truly was the most magical, amazing experience of my entire life. The French countryside was like something out of a storybook, the Roman ruins were magnificent, and the men, well, European men are by far the most romantic in the world.

You American men all think you're so suave and sophisticated. Well, think again! European men make you look like the immature, inexperienced little children you are. They really know how to make a woman feel special over there. Unlike the so-called men here in the States, European men know how to treat a woman right.

For one thing, European men aren't afraid to come up and talk to you. And they know how to start slow, with a nice cup of Italian espresso or a long walk on some historic street. They know the places you can't find in any tourist guide. They know the whole history of the cities in which they live—who the fountains are named after, who the statues are.

I remember one unforgettable night in Athens, I sat and listened to a Greek sailor for hours as he told me about the countless men who fought over Helen back in ancient times. Afterward, he told me he loved his homeland even more now that he'd seen it through my eyes. I ask you, would an American man ever say something as deep and beautiful as that?

European men know the most romantic little cafés and bistros and trattorias, candlelit places where you can be alone and drink the most fantastic wine. They tell you what's on the menu and what you should try. (If it wasn't for a certain young man in Milan, I never would have discovered fusilli a spinaci et scampi.) And the whole time, they're looking deep into your eyes, like you're the only woman on the entire planet. What woman could resist a man like that? Then, after a moonlit stroll along the waterfront and a kiss in the doorway of their artist's loft, you find yourself unable to—well, I'll leave the rest to your imagination.

I'll never forget my magical semester abroad. One thing's for sure—I'm ruined for American men forever!

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Counterpoint

American Women Studying In Europe Are Unbelievably Easy

By Giovanni Di Salvi

I'm a 25-year-old carpenter living in Rome, and I don't mind telling you that I get all the action I can handle. I'm not all that handsome or well-dressed, and I'm certainly not rich. In fact, my Italian countrywomen could take me or leave me. But that's just fine, because Rome gets loads of tourist traffic, and American co-eds traveling through Europe are without a doubt the easiest lays in the world.

Being European gives me a hell of an advantage. I'm not sure why, but there's something about the accent that opens a lot of doors. All you have to do is go up to them, act a little shy and say, "Whould hyou like to go with me, Signorina, for a café?" I actually have to thicken up my accent a little, but they never, ever catch on.

After a cheap coffee, which to them always tastes better than anything they've ever had, because they're in Europe, it's time to walk them. Now, all they know about Rome is what they've read in Let's Go, so you can pretty much just make up a whole bunch of shit. It's fun to see how much they'll swallow: As long as I refer to Italy as "my homeland" and other Italians as "my people," they'll believe pretty much anything. I don't know who most of the local statues are, so I tell the muffins they're all great artists and poets and lovers. Once, just for the hell of it, I told a psychology major from the University of Maryland that a public staircase was part of the Spanish Steps, which she'd never even heard of. Another time, I told this blonde from Michigan State that the public library was the Parthenon, and she cooed like I'd just given her a diamond.

For dinner, I usually take them to some cheap little hole in the wall, someplace deserted where not even the cops eat. American girls think candlelight means "romance," not "deteriorating public utilities," so they just poke their nipples through their J. Crew sweaters and never notice that there's no electricity. Just as well, because Roman restaurants aren't exactly the cleanest. After a bunch of fast-talk about the menu, I get them the special, which is usually some anonymous pasta with spinach and day-old shrimp, and whatever cheap, generic, Pope's-blood chianti's at the bottom of the list.

By this time, they're usually standing in a slippery little puddle. Going in for the kill, I walk them past one of Rome's famous 2,000-year-old open cesspools. Then, as we open the door to my shitty efficiency, I kiss them on the eyelids so they don't see the roaches, making sure the first thing they see is the strategically positioned artist's easel I bought at some church sale. That's usually all they need to see and, like clockwork, they fall backwards on my bed with their Birkenstocks in the air.

I mean, they're hardly Italian women, but we have a saying here in Europe: Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?



Descoberto aqui.

Em quanto isso, em Genebra...

Arte com sabonete

Grafite reversa. Clique aqui.

Steve + Kevin = Lisa

Um vídeo educacional. Clique aqui.

Uma visita a Smithsonian Institution

Clique aqui e veja.

Pink is not even a question

Retrospectiva do Cinema Brasileiro 2007

Começou ontem e dura duas semanas a Restrospectiva do Cinema Brasileiro 2007 no Cinesesc.

Com preços bem acessíveis (R$4,00 inteira, R$2,00 para estudantes e idosos) dá pra ver os filmes que mais se destacaram esse ano no cinema nacional. Há ainda a opção de pagar R$30,00 (estudantes: R$15,00) e ter acesso a todos os filmes.

Tem filme de tudo quanto é tipo, de “Tropa de Elite” a “Turma da Mônica - Uma Aventura no Tempo“, passando por “O Cheiro do Ralo“, “Proibido Proibir” e “Não por Acaso“. Tem também “Cartola“, “Oscar Niemeyer, A vida é um Sopro” e diversos outros, totalizando 58 filmes.

Imagem de "Cartola", de Lírio Ferreira e Hilton Lacerda.

Restrospectiva do Cinema Brasileiro 2007
13 a 27 de Dezembro
Cinesesc: Rua Augusta, 2075 - Cerqueira César (mapa)
Ingressos: R$4,00 (estudantes pagam meia)
Mais informações: 11 3082.0213 | 3064.1668

Veja aqui a programação completa. :)

Think of me when I'm gone

Et puis je fume

Looks like it's time for that certain holiday...

Nojeeeento!

Have you ever felt this way?

I know it's not fashionable to be this hopeful... well laugh away
I didn't think it was possible to be grateful... anyway
I know it's not sensible to be this passionate... everyday

In the volumes of history have you ever seen anything... so pure
In the wildest mythology were the gods and goddesses... ever so in love
In your own experience have you ever known tenderness... like this

Days go by
I catch myself smile more than you'd ever expect
It's been a long while since it's been ok to feel this way

These are the most precious of all my days

[days go by -- duncan sheik]

Numb

Everybody's cool playing rock 'n roll.
Everybody's cool playing rock 'n roll.
I don't feel cool at all.
I don't feel cool at all.
Send all of my best out to the hand.
I don't think I'll make it out to the show.
There's this boy I can't get out of my head.
There's this boy I can't get out of my head.
And I don't feel so cool at all.

Minha

Minha
Quem disse que ela foi minha
Se fosse seria a rainha
Que sempre vinha
Aos sonhos meus

Minha
Ela não foi um só instante
como mentiam as cartomantes
como eram falsas as bolas de cristal

Minha
Repete agora esta cigana
Lembrando fatos envelhecidos
que já não ferem mais os meus ouvidos

Think about me

If I disappeared today

Would you notice at all?

Would you even care?

What ever happened to romance?

You broke my fucking heart but I still want you.
You were a dream I've had forever.

I'm willing

He took my heart, cause I let him.
He took a walk in the dark .
He took some time to decide
If it was right.
I too took a walk in the dark.

Um dia a gente aprende

A lidar com nossos defeitos
A reconhecer nossos erros
A ser mais feliz
A amar melhor
A ser amado
A julgar menos
A criar mais
A esperar menos
A querer mais

Que nem tudo tem jeito
Que tudo um dia acaba.

Rouba-se com uma arma ou uma caneta

E o governo não quer que você veja esse filme...

Descubra o porquê clicando aqui. ;-)

Vodka brasileira

Demorou mas rolou... Obrigada, Absolut! :-)

C'era una volta...

Você conhece todo tipo de linguagem eletrônica?

Sim? Não?

O fato é que você tem de 14 de agosto a 9 de setembro pra descobrir...

Clique aqui e adentre o mundo da tecnologia das comunicações.

Google is gonna rule the world, don't you know, don't you know?

Quer apostar? Clique aqui e check it out. ;-)

Ouça mais

Seja uma vadia (ou um vadio) da música. :-)

Descubra músicas novas

Clique e navegue. ;-)

Who cares if she cries?

The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

O viral do momento

Tem o original aqui.

Tem também esta ótima versão.

Além de muitas outras...

E, claro, a origem de tudo.

;-)

I feel numb

Don't move
Don't talk out of time
Don't think
Don't worry
Everything's just fine
Just fine
Don't grab
Don't clutch
Don't hope for too much
Don't breathe
Don't achieve
Or grieve without leave
Don't check
Just balance on the fence
Don't answer
Don't ask
Don't try and make sense
Don't whisper
Don't talk
Don't run if you can walk
Don't cheat, compete
Don't miss the one beat
Don't travel by train
Don't eat
Don't spill
Don't piss in the drain
Don't make a will
Don't fill out any forms
Don't compensate
Don't cower
Don't crawl
Don't come around late
Don't hover at the gate
Don't take it on board
Don't fall on your sword
Just play another chord
If you feel you're getting bored
Don't change your brand
Don't listen to the band
Don't gape
Don't ape
Don't change your shape
Have another grape
A piece of me
Don't plead
Don't bridle
Don't shackle
Don't grind
Don't curve
Don't swerve
Lie, die, serve
Don't theorize, realise, polarise
Chance, dance,dismiss, apologise
Don't spy
Don't lie
Don't try
Imply
Detain
Explain
Start again
Don't triumph
Don't coax
Don't cling
Don't hoax
Don't freak
Peak
Don't leak
Don't speak
Don't struggle
Don't jerk
Don't collar
Don't work
Don't wish
Don't fish
Don't teach
Don't reach
Don't borrow
Don't break
Don't fence
Don't steal
Don't pass
Don't press
Don't try
Don't feel
Don't touch
Don't dive
Don't suffer
Don't rhyme
Don't fantasize
Don't rise
Don't lie
Don't project
Don't connect
Protect
Don't expect
Suggest
Gimme what I don't get
Gimme what you got
Too much is not enough
I feel numb

Age is not important unless you're a cheese

Ethan Haas estava certo ou não, afinal?

Uns acham que não...

Outros dizem que sim...

Algumas coisas não fazem sentido...

Mensagens estão sendo deixadas...

O que raios está acontecendo???

Legilimens!

He would make a lovely corpse*

Lindo primeiro curta animado de Tim Burton.

*e irônica frase de Charles Dickens.

Have you ruined your printer today?

NÃO????

Então faça isso AGORA!

E então, de que lado você está?

A busca pela verdade começou!

Quit smoking

It's a gift and a curse.

Tem muita coisa estranha acontecendo no mundo!

De que lado você está?

Ah-ha! Uh-hu! O Maraca é nosso!

Estive lá pela primeira vez na vida nesse fim-de-semana!

Eram 4.500 pessoas que eu senti como se fossem 80 mil.

E ainda descobri que sou pé-quente: o Flu ganhou do atual campeão mundial, Inter, por 3 a 0.

Quem quer ser o próximo a me levar num estádio e ver seu time ganhar? :-P

Tá chegando!

O momento de respirar palavras e ser feliz em um lugar histórico e cheio de gente bacana!

COMO UMA MÃE FAZ FALTA (OU: O que fazer quando se está doente, com frio e sozinha em casa)

1. Entupa-se de remédios.
2. Cubra-se com milhares de cobertores.
3. Tenha tudo que você vai precisar ao alcance da sua mão (ex.: celular, água, papel, livros, chocolate...).
4. Tire forças da peruca para tomar um banho morno.
5. Ache o secador de cabelo em algum lugar na bagunça do armário.
6. Vá até a padoca na frente de casa tomar canja.
7. Feche as frestas da janela do seu quarto com um lençol.
8. Durma, durma, durma.
9. Sue, sue, sue.
10. Pense como uma pessoa saudável, ou seja, planeje a fanfarra do dia seguinte (mesmo que você saiba que jamais conseguirá fazê-la).

Pronto! You'll be as good as new. :-)

Have you ever felt that nothing's ever going your way?

'Let Me Introduce My Friends' é um dos melhores álbuns dos últimos tempos: ouça aqui!

E conheça melhor a banda I'm From Barcelona que, apesar do nome, vem da Suécia, país que vem gerando cada dia mais músicos e bandas inovadores e excelentes.

A Suécia é o Pernambuco do mundo! :P

Be nice to nerds

Chances are you'll end up working for one; já disse Bill Gates.

Então, veja o que o futuro nos reserva aqui. (o vídeo abre numa janela em pop-up, então desbloqueie!)

Pra aquecer os pensamentos

But fear of the inexplicable has not alone impoverished
the existence of the individual; the relationship between
one human being and another has also been cramped by it,
as though it had been lifted out of the riverbed of
endless possibilities and set down in a fallow spot on the
bank, to which nothing happens. For it is not inertia alone
that is responsible for human relationships repeating
themselves from case to case, indescribably monotonous and
unrenewed: it is shyness before any sort of new, unforeseeable
experience with which one does not think oneself able to cope.

But only someone who is ready for everything, who excludes
nothing, not even the most enigmatical, will live the relation
to another as something alive and will himself draw exhaustively
from his own existence. For if we think of this experience of
the individual as a larger or smaller room, it appears evident
that most people learn to know only a corner of their room, a
place by the window, a strip of floor on which they walk up and
down. Thus they have a certain security. And yet that dangerous
insecurity is so much more human which drives the prisoners in
Poe's stories to feel out the shames of their horrible dungeons
and not be strangers to the unspeakable terror of their abode.

We, however, are not prisoners. No traps or snares are set about
us, and there is nothing which should intimidate or worry us.
We are set down in life as in the element to which we best
correspond, and over and above this we have through thousands of
years of accommodation become so like this life, that when we
hold still we are, through a happy mimicry, scarcely to be
distinguished from all that surrounds us. We have no reason to
mistrust our world, for it is not against us. Has it terrors,
they are our terrors; has it abysses, those abysses belong to us;
are dangers at hand, we must try to love them. And if only we
arrange our life according to that principle which counsels us
that we must always hold to the difficult, then that which now
still seems to us the most alien will become what we most trust
and find most faithful. How should we be able to forget those
ancient myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into
princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses
who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps
everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless
that wants help from us.


* Fear of the Inexplicable, poema de Rainer Maria Rilke.

Pro dia de chuva

Ouça.

E para conhecer a banda clique aqui e aqui.

Meu mais novo vício

Tem música e tem listas, o que mais eu poderia querer? :D

Descubra aqui!

Música do momento

"Rapture rapes the muses" - Of Montreal:

Ouça a música aqui

Leia a letra aqui

Descubra a banda aqui

Veja o My Space deles aqui

E pros rapidinhos, leia no Wikipedia aqui

Feliz Dia de São Valentim

Estava lá embaixo fumando um cigarrinho e me esquentando no sol, porque anda um friozinho estranho aqui em SP mas que estou adorando, e pensava cá com meus botões sobre o dia que a gente se conheceu.

É tão bom pensar em como tudo começou e como tudo evolui até hoje.
Aquela noite foi tão boa na minha vida que eu tenho certeza que nunca vou esquecer.

E isso me lembra também de dois momentos na noite, e eu acho que nunca te disse isso, em que eu achei que você fosse me beijar pela primeira vez. Acho que foi tudo tão instantâneo e incrível que eu sabia naquele momento que queria isso mais que tudo. E são dois momentos precisos que eu especialmente jamais vou esquecer.

O primeiro foi pouco antes da gente ir embora, quando sentamos no puff na salinha de frente pro palco. Você sentou do meu lado e me olhou de um jeito, e meu coração batia tão forte que parecia que ia pular da boca, e minha cabeça só pensava em como eu queria um beijo seu ali naquela hora e que ao mesmo tempo eu ia parecer uma boba não sabendo bem como reagir e simplesmente devolvendo o beijo.

Mas não aconteceu.

Aí depois quando fomos embora e a gente parou na esquina da ruazinha que dava pra sua casa, e eu só conseguia pensar no quanto eu queria te beijar mas nunca teria coragem de tomar a iniciativa, e que naquele instante sim você finalmente ia ter coragem pra me beijar, porque não era possível que depois de todas aquelas horas e toda aquela sintonia você não quisesse me beijar!

Fui me despedir de você e dar um beijo no seu rosto, e tinha certeza que você ia me segurar e me dar um beijo. Mas você se afastou de um jeito estranho, talvez vergonha, talvez medo, e foi embora, e eu fui embora, e então comecei a pensar que você não queria mesmo me beijar, já que não tinha tentado ali.

É estranho parar pra lembrar de tudo isso.

Acho que essa é uma explicação para como eu queria que você fosse na minha festa dois dias depois e também para como eu não teria coragem de ficar com você lá. Um homem como você não merecia uns beijos na balada.

E é incrível pensar no desenrolar de tudo depois.
As coisas realmente são como devem ser na vida da gente, né?

:)

Estava à toa na vida...

O meu amor me chamou pra sair por aí e dizer palavras de ardor.