Claude Lanzmann about "The Last of the Unjust" (IDFA 2013)
31 de julho de 2014
30 de julho de 2014
29 de julho de 2014
Vida
A green vine snake at the Chintamani Kar bird sanctuary near Kolkata, India. The image is part pictures of snakes taken by photographer Arkaprava Ghosh over two years to show them as beautiful reptiles.
28 de julho de 2014
Gaza
A Palestinian man, wrapped in his national flag, inspects the rubble of destroyed buildings and houses in the Shejaiya residential district of Gaza City, on July 28, 2014
26 de julho de 2014
Terra
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El Sótano de las Golondrinas, (the Cave of Swallows), in Mexico, is the largest known cave shaft in the world.
A 200 foot wide hole in the forest floor drops straight down 1,220 feet to the cave floor below.
25 de julho de 2014
24 de julho de 2014
Amizade
According to one rabbinic story, when the legendary miracle-worker Honi
the Circle-Maker woke from seventy years of sleep, he faced despair
because he was shunned by a new generation of scholars who neither
recognized nor attended to him. In his suffering, Honi prayed for death
to release him from loneliness, prompting an unnamed sage to utter,
"Either friendship or death".
Babylonian Talmud Ta'anit 23a
23 de julho de 2014
Vida
Charlotte Brassy, a Post Doctoral Research Assistant, is photographed as she assembles a Stegosaurus at the Natural History Museum
22 de julho de 2014
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"Israel: A Nation is Born - From the Rise of Zionism to 1948"
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Espanha
Carriers of the Great God Power brotherhood unload a Virgen del Carmen statue at the Puerto de la Cruz dock in Tenerife.
18 de julho de 2014
Marc Bolan
T-Rex, "20th Century Boy"
"Oow
Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Ev'rybody says it's just like rock n' roll
I move like a cat, charge like a ram
Sting like a bee, babe I wanna be your man
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your boy, your 20th century toy
Ev'rybody says it's just like rock n' roll
I move like a cat, charge like a ram
Sting like a bee, babe I wanna be your man
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your boy, your 20th century toy
Friends say it's fine, my friends say it's good
Ev'rybody says it's just like rock n' roll
Fly like a plane, Drive like a car.
Ball like a hen, babe I wanna be your man, oh
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your toy, your 20th century boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good
Ev'rybody says it's just like rock n' roll
Move like a cat, talk like a rat
Sting like a bee, babe I wanna be your man
Well it's plain to see you were meant for me, yeah
I'm your toy, your 20th century boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your boy
20th century toy, I wanna be your toy
20th century boy, I wanna be your toy"
Vida
Diver Sebastian Oterois is photographed swimming with silverside minnows.
Millions of the fish which measure just a few centimetres long gather once every year to spawn off the coast of Key Largo in Florida.
17 de julho de 2014
Morte
Funeral Blues
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W. H. Auden
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
W. H. Auden
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Vida
Following the rhythms of the sun, a Moon Jelly, Aurelia aurita, uses its solar compass to perform its daily vertical migration
Woody Guthrie
"This Land Is Your Land"
This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.
I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.
And on the sign it said "No Trespassing."
But on the other side it didn't say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.
In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.
12 de julho de 2014
Daniel Gordis
We’ve been here before
July 11, 2014
We’ve been here before. That’s the whole point of the Jewish calendar. None of this is new.
We’ve been here before. That’s what Shiva Asar Be-Tammuz, the 17th
day of Tammuz, which we will commemorate on Tuesday, seeks to remind
us. The Mishnah (Ta’anit 4:6) lists five calamities that are said to
have befallen us on this date. Among them, the Mishnah says, the walls
of the city were breached and an idol was placed in the Temple.
Can anyone doubt that we’ve been here before?
Thanks to extraordinary Israeli ingenuity,
we’ve built a wall in the sky. Missiles come streaking towards us, and
usually, the “wall” stops them; the remnants of what had been a deathly
threat seem to float slowly, harmlessly, down towards the earth. But not
all the time, as we saw first in Ashdod. Our “wall” can be breached,
and one can only assume that the breaches to follow will be much worse
than what’s come thus far. The Babylonians breached the walls. So, too,
did the Romans. So did the Syrians and the Egyptians in October 1973. So
did Hezbollah in the Lebanon wars. So, too, can Hamas.
We’ve been here before.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way, the Zionist
narrative tells us. The story we tell about this country is one of
utter triumph. It’s a story the early pioneers with their towers and
stockades as they steadfastly spread across the land, of the desert
being brought to bloom, of Tel Aviv rising out of the vacant sands just
north of Jaffa, that of paratroopers firing their way into the Lions
Gate, leaving the centuries-old stone pock-marked with bullets and
radioing back, not long later, har ha-bayit be-yadeinu – “The Temple Mount is in our Hands.”
But that’s never been the entire story. Some
of those beachheads established with towers and stockades were over-run.
We lost part of Jerusalem in 1948. The Fedayeen crossed the border with
impunity during the 1950’s and killed many Israelis. The war of
2000-2004 turned our restaurants and nightclubs, bus-stops and cafes
into life-consuming infernos. Hezbollah made the northern third of the
country uninhabitable. Never, ever have we been able to turn this place
into an impregnable fortress.
To live here means to accept that our walls
can be breached. To live here means to live with periods of fear, with
loss, with the knowledge that as soon as it is over, the clock will
start ticking until the next round. That is the way that things have
always been, and it is the way that they will always be. Periodically,
we or our children, or theirs, will retreat to safe-rooms, reinforced
with steel and cement, hear the siren, hear the boom, wait the requisite
time and exit, only to do it again down the road.
To live here means trying to make the walls as
secure as we can, but knowing that whether they are walls of stone or
domes of iron, they will never be impregnable. If we are to live here,
it has to be not because we are safe, but because we believe it matters.
Thus, if we are to live here, we have to make it matter.
Perhaps that is why the Mishnah notes both the
breaching of the walls and the idol in the Temple, too. Perhaps the
point is now, as our walls are being breached, we are meant to ask
ourselves whether something central to us hasn’t also been defiled.
We know that it has. There is an idol in the Temple. We commuted the sentences of Jewish terrorists a quarter of a century ago, not twice, not three times, but four times.
We watched as “Price Tag” operatives spray-painted “Death to Arabs,”
but we said it was “just graffiti.” We watched as they uprooted olive
trees, but we refused to acknowledge that they were really uprooting the
very essence of who we are supposed to be. Had we forgotten that the
Torah says “Even if you are at war with a city … you must not destroy
its trees” (Deut. 20:19)? Or did we just not care?
We’ve been here before, but we, unlike our
tradition, have been silent. We watched as they burned mosques, but
never admitted that those who start by burning mosques will one day burn
a child. A year ago, Vice Premier Moshe Ya’alon spoke out against Jewish terror, but we ignored him, or protested his “misguided” use of the word “terror.”
And then we burned a child. Yes, we.
Of course Bibi is right that we abhor the
horror and they celebrate their murderers. Of course he’s right that we
arrest the perpetrators and they name streets and city squares after
them. Of course he’s right that we’re surrounded by an evil the world
simply refuses to understand. Yes, that’s all true. But it’s also
utterly irrelevant.
Moral equivalency makes a mockery of truth, but moral superiority makes a mockery of responsibility.
Being better than them is not good enough.
“Not being revolting” is not a standard that will get our children to
believe in this place. Either we build something that reflects the very
best of what our tradition has stood for since those first walls were
breached long ago, or we will exile ourselves – not because the walls
were penetrated, but because the shame was simply too great to bear.
As I stood in the mourning tent of Mohammed
Abu Khdair’s family, took his father’s hand in mine and looked straight
into his father’s eyes, all I saw was horror. Emptiness. Hollowness. The
devastating eyes of a man whose son had just been burned alive.
Overcome with shame, sensing the chasm of his loss, horrified by what is
becoming of some of us, I felt, at that moment, that Rabbi Elyakim
Levanon, the Rosh Yeshiva in Elon Moreh, was right when he said that the perpetrators ought to be put to death, for we must “burn out the evil from amidst us” (Deut. 17:7).
For we have been here before, and we dare not go back.
Our walls are not impenetrable; we will
forever have to go to war, we will forever endure periods of fear. So
first, we must win this war (whatever that might actually mean). But
then, when the dust settles and the clock begins to count down to the
next conflagration, we must ask ourselves what has happened to us. And
we must fix it – to its very core.
Our walls have been breached, but so, too, has
our heart. Something about us has been defiled and polluted. So first
we must prevail, and then we must be better.
11 de julho de 2014
Guerra
A picture taken from the southern Israeli Gaza border shows a rocket
being launched from the Gaza strip into Israel on Friday, July 11, 2014.
Where is the outrage over the bombardment of civilians in Israel?
Hundreds of rockets have been fired and a million citizens are forced to run for cover. Imagine if London suffered this bombardment
You see, as most people in the UK were waking up this morning, and those in Europe, United States and elsewhere around the world were going about their daily routines, here in Israel over one million people were running for cover from a hail of rockets being rained down by Palestinian Hamas terrorists in Gaza.
In the last 24 hours alone, over 120 rockets have been fired on southern
Israel. That’s approximately five rockets per hour. By the time I finish
this article, odds are that count will have risen to 125 rockets.
To put things in context: one million Israelis is roughly 13 per cent of the
population. Thirteen per cent of the UK population equates to about 8.4
million people, or the entire population of London.
A number of Israelis have already been injured, though thankfully without
fatalities. The only reason more have not been hurt is because Israel has
invested millions of dollars in bomb shelters and the Iron Dome defence
system. Meanwhile, Hamas, whose very raison d'être is the destruction of
Israel and which is recognised as a terrorist organisation both by the EU
and UK, has invested millions of dollars in foreign aid into more rockets.
So, where is the outrage?
Since the beginning of this year, Gaza terrorists have fired more than 450
rockets on Israel, with about half of them coming since mid-June, when two
Hamas terrorists kidnapped and brutally murdered three Israeli teenagers.
Why is it that a majority of the international community only notices when
Israel undertakes its sovereign right, and obligation, to defend its
citizens? Can you imagine if even one rocket was fired on London,
Washington, Paris or Moscow? This is simply intolerable and no country can,
or should, tolerate such attacks on its people.
Where is the outrage from the United Nations, which does not hesitate for a
moment to call a "special emergency session" on the "Question
of Palestine" or pass the umpteenth resolution blindly condemning
Israel? But 24 hours after the rocket attacks on Israel started, I am still
waiting for even one syllable of condemnation from the UN Security Council,
the UN General Assembly or the Human Rights Council.
Where is the EU foreign policy chief Catherine Ashton, who repeatedly slams
Israel over settlement building, but is yet to say a word about the
Palestinians firing over 120 rockets on Israeli civilians in one day? Even
10 Downing and the Foreign Office are yet to comment.
Where are all those so-called enlightened liberals, who continue to call for
Boycott, Divestment and Sanctions (BDS) against the Jewish State, but are
silent in the face of Palestinian terror against Jews?
Where are all the human rights organisations like Human Rights Watch, Amnesty
and Oxfam, who do not waste a single opportunity to condemn Israel for human
rights violations against the Palestinians? Are the human rights of Israelis
not equally important? Or is Jewish blood really that cheap?
Where is the outrage from the mainstream media? Instead, news organisations
like the BBC, lead their stories about the rocket attacks headlines like
‘Israel launches new air strikes on Gaza Strip’ and not ‘Palestinian
Terrorists in Gaza Rain Down Over 120 Rockets Against 1 million Israelis in
24 hours.’
Where is the outage that Iran, which the international community is currently
negotiating with over their nuclear weapons program, and which has called
for Israel to be wiped off the map, is the primary funder and supplier of
arms to Hamas?
Where is the outage that civilians across southern Israel are being instructed
not to send their kids to school and stay in bomb shelters, or that 24
prematurely born babies and 34 newborns had to be moved last night to a
protected area in Soroka Hospital in Be’er Sheva, due to the rocket attacks
from Gaza?
What sort of inhumane way is that for children to live?
Where is the outrage that the very same Hamas now responsible for the rocket
fire against millions of Israelis, was only a month ago welcomed by
Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas, our so-called ‘partner for peace’ into
his unity government, while the international community, including the EU,
rushed to embrace it?
As I conclude, another two rockets were just fired from Gaza. So again, I ask:
where is the outrage?
Arsen Ostrovsky is an international human rights activist and freelance journalist living in Israel.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/middleeast/israel/10954124/Where-is-the-outrage-over-the-bombardment-of-civilians-in-Israel.html
10 de julho de 2014
Vida
A water monitor looks forlornly out of a toilet window after being captured by firefighters in Shunde, southern China's Guangdong Province
9 de julho de 2014
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Vida
A mantis shrimp in UV. The creatures' bulging eyes contain built-in filters made from a biological sunscreen used by other marine animals to shield themselves against UV rays
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6 de julho de 2014
Israel
Featuring:
- Chief Justice (ret.) Dorit Beinisch, Weinstein Family Distinguished Fellow, Center on Law and Security and former Chief Justice of Israel
- Stanley Fischer, Distinguished Fellow, Council on Foreign Relations and former Governor of the Bank of Israel
- Moshe Halbertal, Gruss Professor of Law at NYU School of Law
Moderated by Leon Wieseltier, Literary Editor, The New Republic
CLICAR
Muitas pessoas acham difícil ficar a sós com os seus pensamentos, sem fazer nada
Mais vale auto-administrar-se um choque eléctrico do que ficar inactivo, considerou grande parte dos participantes num estudo de psicologia.
Meditar, sonhar acordado ou fazer introspecção durante alguns
minutos, sem fazer mais nada, é algo difícil para a maior parte das
pessoas, conclui um estudo norte-americano. Segundo os seus autores, a
mania dos ecrãs seria disso uma consequência e não uma causa.
Várias experiências
realizadas por psicólogos das universidades da Virgínia e de Harvard
(ambas nos EUA), e cujos resultados foram publicados na revista Science com
data desta sexta-feira, sugerem que a maior parte das pessoas prefere
antes desenvolver uma actividade qualquer – que até pode consistir em se
auto-aplicar ligeiros choques eléctricos – do que ficar a sós com os
seus pensamentos.
A equipa realizou 11 testes junto de públicos
diferentes – um pouco mais de 200 pessoas no total –, nomeadamente de
estudantes e de pessoas com 18 a 77 anos. Os voluntários foram
recrutados num mercado de rua e numa igreja. E em todos os casos
chegou-se "ao mesmo resultado”, segundo um comunicado.
A maior
parte das pessoas – a quem fora pedido para ficar sem fazer nada, numa
sala vazia ou em casa, e para pensar durante seis e 15 minutos –
declarou que a experiencia “não foi agradável e que teve dificuldades em
concentrar-se”.
Uma grande maioria teria preferido fazer qualquer coisa, tal como ouvir música ou utilizar o seu smartphone. E de facto, um terço dos participantes “fez batota”, ao consultar o seu telemóvel ou levantar-se da cadeira.
E
quando foi proposta como “actividade” a possibilidade de se
auto-administrarem ligeiros choques eléctricos – indolores e previamente
testado pelos psicólogos –, a maioria dos homens, mas não das mulheres,
preferiu esta alternativa à inacção.
Os autores não atribuem estes resultados ao turbilhão da vida moderna nem à utilização crescente de smartphones e outros gadgets electrónicos.
“Os utilizadores intensivos de telemóvel e de redes sociais não se
sentiram mais incomodados do que as pessoas que os utilizam com menos
frequência”, disse à agência AFP Erin Westgate, co-autora do estudo.
“A nossa obsessão com os smartphones e
os ecrãs poderá antes ser o sintoma de um problema pré-existente [o
facto de ser difícil ficar sem fazer nada] do que a causa do problema”,
sugere esta cientista.
A introspecção, a meditação e a solidão têm
sido regularmente praticadas ao longo da História, lembra Erin
Westgate, citando Jesus, Maomé e Buda, mas “talvez se trate de um
chamamento e não de algo nos vem naturalmente ou facilmente”.
Seja
como for, a questão já gerou debate. Uma outra psicóloga, que não
participou no estudo - Sherrie Bourg Carter, do Instituto de Ciências do
Comportamento e da Lei (EUA), considera que “a sociedade recompensa
aqueles que fazem várias coisas ao mesmo tempo” com os tablets e os smartphones.
“As
pessoas começam a sentir-se menos incitadas a marcar tempos de ‘pausa’
ou a desempenhar uma única actividade de cada vez”, disse esta
especialista à AFP.
4 de julho de 2014
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