- 2 years ago
Today, we lost another legend.
Even though I was only to be born ten years after this great achievement I still remember the first time as a young kid when I watched the recording of the first landing on the Moon and partly grasped the significance of such achievement. I might not have known how much it had changed science and technology, nor completely understood the political backdrop of that era, but there I was, a young little kid and from that moment on I gained a never-ending fascination for the Universe, the Moon and most importantly, life itself.
Many were the weekends as a kid, where I would cozy up to sleep outside in the woods, accompanied by my always faithful dog, and would stay all night just looking at the stars and staring at the Moon… And since then, I have never stopped reminding myself how little, how small and how insignificant we all really are. And yet, we’re capable of such incredible and inspiring things.
That an event that happened ten years before I was born shaped my personality and how I view my life is nothing but a pure testament of the power of humankind at its best. That when we apply our curiosity and our thirst for knowledge, we go beyond what we thought ever was possible. That when we challenge our fears and go towards the unknown, we push ourselves to some of the best and most interesting of places. That when we’re not afraid of failing, we always end up standing.
Here’s to the crazy ones.
Thanks for inspiring me, Neil. RIP.
- 2 years ago
A woman in a hot air balloon realized she was lost.
She reduced altitude and spotted a man below. She descended a bit more
And shouted: ‘Excuse me, can you help me? I promised a friend I would
Meet him an hour ago but I don’t know where I am..’
The man below replied, ‘You’re in a hot air balloon hovering
Approximately 30 feet above the ground. You’re between 40 and 41 degrees
North latitude and between 59 and 60 degrees west longitude.’
'You must be an Engineer,' said the balloonist.
'I am,' replied the man, 'how did you know?'
'Well,' answered the balloonist, 'everything you have told me is
Probably technically correct, but I’ve no idea what to make of your
Information and the fact is, I’m still lost. Frankly, you’ve not been
Much help at all. If anything, you’ve delayed my trip by your talk.’
The man below responded, ‘You must be in Management.’
'I am,' replied the balloonist, 'but how did you know?'
'Well,' said the man, 'you don't know where you are or where you're
Going. You have risen to where you are, due to a large quantity of hot
Air. You made a promise, which you’ve no idea how to keep, and you
Expect people beneath you to solve your problems. The fact is you are in
Exactly the same position you were in before we met, but now, somehow,
it’s my f***ing fault.
- 2 years ago
"In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau’s famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize that only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau’s, who is, in this critic’s opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau’s soon, hungry for more."
- 2 years ago
Exercise free will and creative, independent thought not for the satisfactions they will bring you, but for the good they will do others, the rest of the 6.8 billion–and those who will follow them. And then you too will discover the great and curious truth of the human experience is that selflessness is the best thing you can do for yourself. The sweetest joys of life, then, come only with the recognition that you’re not special.
Because everyone is."
"One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am - a reluctant enthusiast….a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards."
"When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: “If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you’ll most certainly be right.” It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: “If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?” And whenever the answer has been “No” for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something."
- 2 years ago
"Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, ‘Dear Jim: I loved your card.’ Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, ‘Jim loved your card so much he ate it.’ That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it."
- 2 years ago
Today, I was asked a direct question and gave a direct answer:
I believe that same-sex couples should be allowed to marry.
I hope you’ll take a moment to watch the conversation, consider it, and weigh in yourself on behalf of marriage equality:
I’ve always believed that gay and lesbian Americans should be treated fairly and equally. I was reluctant to use the term marriage because of the very powerful traditions it evokes. And I thought civil union laws that conferred legal rights upon gay and lesbian couples were a solution.
But over the course of several years I’ve talked to friends and family about this. I’ve thought about members of my staff in long-term, committed, same-sex relationships who are raising kids together. Through our efforts to end the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” policy, I’ve gotten to know some of the gay and lesbian troops who are serving our country with honor and distinction.
What I’ve come to realize is that for loving, same-sex couples, the denial of marriage equality means that, in their eyes and the eyes of their children, they are still considered less than full citizens.
Even at my own dinner table, when I look at Sasha and Malia, who have friends whose parents are same-sex couples, I know it wouldn’t dawn on them that their friends’ parents should be treated differently.
So I decided it was time to affirm my personal belief that same-sex couples should be allowed to marry.
I respect the beliefs of others, and the right of religious institutions to act in accordance with their own doctrines. But I believe that in the eyes of the law, all Americans should be treated equally. And where states enact same-sex marriage, no federal act should invalidate them.
If you agree, you can stand up with me here.
- 2 years ago
Sim. Ando de elevador muitas vezes. Às vezes inclino a cabeça, admito. Muitas vezes uso os braços de modo que ache confortável. Estas coisas acontecem quando começo a pensar em coisas, ou observo o mundo ao meu redor. Creio que algo bastante comum em qualquer pessoa que trabalhe e passe a vida a criar mundos imaginários para cinema. Nasci bom observador, admito que não por escolha, e tive a sorte de encontrar maneira de ajudar a criar emoções e memórias através de imagens em movimento.
Elevadores. Passagens tão temporárias e interessantes. Elevadores sempre me fascinaram, por criarem um espaço forçado de observação. Tão pequeno, mas cheio de detalhes. Quem veste o quê, quem olha para onde, quem tosse quando.
Imagino ser aquele rapaz. Podia perfeitamente ser eu. Aliás, fui eu há uns meses. Em Setembro. Estive em Portugal e trouxe o meu namorado para ele conhecer a minha família, que tanto me adora e respeita, e também para conhecer o país onde cresci, as ruas onde andei e os edifícios que me rodeavam em criança. Sou gay e sempre fui. Nunca tive dúvidas e nunca foi uma escolha. Ninguém escolheria alguma vez ser gay, porque muito provavelmente isso traria uma vida de desafios como ter de educar uma pessoa como José António Saraiva. E já agora, caso isto seja novidade, também ninguém escolhe ser heterossexual.
Ir a Portugal com o meu namorado foi um passeio de redescoberta de um país que sempre me trouxe muitas memórias. Desde memórias péssimas de ser violentamente gozado na escola, a nível físico e psicológico, por ser gay. Desde memórias óptimas a criar um grupo de amigos que nunca me trataram de maneira diferente quando eu inclino a cabeça, ou mexo os braços, ou pouso os pés no chão.
Tive a sorte de ter uma família acolhedora, mas conheço muitos casos em que tal não acontece. Se há coisa que aprendi foi a não julgar os outros. Acho que não há nada mais precioso na vida do que aprender com a individualidade de cada um. Talvez seja por isso que tenha conseguido ser tão bem sucedido tanto em Hollywood como em Silicon Valley.
E, apesar de ser gay, ajudei a criar imagens que marcaram o mundo. Imagens que inspiraram adultos e crianças a acreditarem num mundo melhor. Um mundo em que dois robots se podem apaixonar, ou dois escuteiros se podem conhecer em crianças e viver juntos a vida inteira, ou um mundo em que um astronauta encontre um melhor amigo num simples cowboy. Sem falar de um rato que pode cozinhar… Estes não existem na verdade, mas transmitem um ideal de um mundo em que eu acredito ser possível viver. Em que cada pessoa é como é, e em que cada um de nós tem a oportunidade de trazer algo mágico às pessoas que se cruzam na nossa vida.
Não sei em que mundo o José António Saraiva vive, mas pela maneira como publicamente julga os outros deve ser um espaço bastante triste. Tenho pena de não ter estado naquele elevador, naquele momento. Pelo menos, poderia ter olhado para ele, sorrido e, quem sabe, mostrar que o Portugal de agora é um país muito mais acolhedor do que alguma vez foi. Um país em que posso trazer o meu namorado e criar memórias novas para o resto da nossa vida. Um país em que nos podemos casar como qualquer outra pessoa.
Aqui na Califórnia, sinto-me em casa. Sinto-me em casa porque sei que posso andar de elevador, e muito provavelmente vou conhecer alguém que se calhar com apenas vinte anos criou uma empresa que está a mudar o mundo. Ou alguém que se calhar inclina a cabeça de certa maneira, e me faz sorrir por saber que pertenço a um mundo em que podemos ser verdadeiros, genuínos e nós próprios.
E entretanto vou criando outros mundos imaginários. Que muito provavelmente irão fazer sorrir os filhos, netos ou bisnetos do José António Saraiva.