30 March 2009

Exhibited Photographer (?!)

(when an author publishes a book, he is a 'published author'. When a photographer - even an amateur one such as myself - has an exhibiton of their photos they are an 'exhibited photographer'?)


On Saturday, I received an e-mail from Hugo, a friend of mine living in Salamanca (Spain) and fellow blogger, asking me if I wanted to exhibit some of my photos there!


From what I could gather, there are going to be several activities under the same subject. Hugo asked me for pictures regarding "immigrants", "multiculturalism" and "documentary". I only have a few with people - I do mostly details or buildings - so I think I now might have to go and extend my portfolio (or create one). He wants about 10 to 15 pictures with people in the streets, showing the culture, and stuff like that. More, he alreday named the exhibition. "Gentes en Lisboa" (People in Lisbon)! I better step up my game!
The one bellow, however, has to be included because I LOVE IT.

(© Sara Rodrigues Pereira)

"Funny" story: The man with a black coat and hat, with his arm raised - a homeless - started insulting and threatening me. I snaped the picture and left. Really fast.

"Gentes en Lisboa", by Sara Rodrigues Pereira, May 11 to 30, Salamanca, Las Caballerizas (The Stables) - it's in the university's cafeteria, an old stable, hence the name.

29 March 2009

Still Readin' in the Sun

(© Sara Rodrigues Pereira)
Another one here.

27 March 2009

There is no business like the show business

Last night I when to the theatre!!!


It’s been a while since I last sat butt in those deliciously upholstered really comfy red chairs. It when to watch… THE PRODUCERS.

It was ar Teatro Tivoli, in Lisbon. I have a picture of it here (the man selling chestnuts was not there).

The play tells the story of a guy, Max Bialystock (run-down theatre producer who got his money to put up plays by fulfilling kinky sexual fantasies for really creepy, old rich ladies - main poster, far left), who, together with his new accounting guy, Leo Bloom (who still carries around his baby blanket and needs to stroke it whenever he feels nervous), realise that it is more profitable to make a bad show than a good one: the investors give them money to produce the show (first rule of production: there put your own money in the show), they put on the play but if the play closed because it sucked, they forge the books and keep the remaining money for themselves. And so they decide to produce a musical written by a crazy Hitler-loving pigeon breeder (third from left to right), directed by the most gay of gay stage directors (second from right to left, guy in blue dress. Yes) with a screw that seemed like it just came from the Gay Pride Parade. Superb. Then, they ad a sexy, barely speaking English (in this case, Portuguese) hot secretary/receptionist - center - who dances and flirts her way into their hearts and other anatomic lower parts (…) and you have a Broadway production, filled with … well, I am not going to tell you everything.

The play, oh my God, it was pure theatre. The kind of play made to entertain. It wasn’t meant to educate or teach something, no, it was a play to entertain. There were these high-school kids there who clapped and cheered and whistled more than anyone else. They really seemed to be having a good time. I also did, but I didn’t whistled, specially when Ulla, the sexy Swedish secretary/receptionist showed off her assets (she is a famous soap opera actress in her 20's in real life).

(I had to include this picture because Leo is stroking the baby blanket)

The play began at 9.30 pm and ended after midnight! It was 2 hours and 20 minutes, give or take, plus intermission, plus delays. It began really late, like it does in most theatres in Lisbon, for a reason I don’t know why. I think it would make more sense to start the show at 8, 8.30. Like that, people would get off work at 7 (normal hour to leave work), go to the theatre, grab a bite in a restaurant close by and head off to enjoy a good overpriced show (my ticket was free, I am not complaining). Despite the price (that some people paid), it was so worth it.

I can't wait to catch another play!

26 March 2009

Readin' in the Sun

I don't know why but I love this picture. It was taken on Tuesday, and Lisbon was boiling. It was very hot and this guy was just sitting by the shop window reading and enjoying the sun. I envied him as I am sure many passerbys did.

(© Sara Rodrigues Pereira - Março 2009)

25 March 2009

Gotta Go On Loving Lisbon

During the summer months, for a reason which I consider to be stupid even though I don't know why it was taken, the Sta. Justa Elevator had a plexiglass surface all around the sides, as can be (not very well) seen here. Remember? Probably not. I don't think it was to prevent people from jumping because there are wall of worked iron (i think) all around the elevator and the corridor leading there, except for maybe a 5 cm-gap, enough for 'people' to stick their hands and cameras through it and take pictues.

Anyway, I went there again earlier this week because the view from the city is amazing and as I was leaving I noticed that the plexiglass was gone! Hurray!!!

So here is another picture, this time properly taken.

(© Sara Rodrigues Pereira - Março 2009)

It is not exactly the same angle and also because I was wearing pantihose and I didn't want to ... I don't know what the verb is in English ... I didn't want to ruin them.

More to come in a recent future.

19 March 2009


(© Sara Rodrigues Pereira - 18 Março 2009)


A woman was clipping her fingernails on the metro this afternoon.

17 March 2009

Fu*#?% up English, Part II

I swear I am not obsessed with these texts. The truth is that I had forgotten I had then in my pee sea (get it? If not, check post bellow) and they are so funny I couldn't resist to put them up here. Although this is not so funny as the firt one I posted.

This one I present you is from 1902. Yes, 1902.


When the English tongue we speak.
Why is break not rhymed with freak?
Will you tell me why it's true
We say sew but likewise few?
And the maker of the verse,
Cannot rhyme his horse with worse?
Beard is not the same as heard
Cord is different from word.
Cow is cow but low is low
Shoe is never rhymed with foe.
Think of hose, dose,and lose

And think of goose and yet with choose
Think of comb, tomb and bomb,
Doll and roll or home and some.
Since pay is rhymed with say
Why not paid with said I pray?
Think of blood, food and good.
Mould is not pronounced like could.
Wherefore done, but gone and lone -
Is there any reason known?
To sum up all, it seems to me
Sound and letters don't agree.

Lord Cromer, Spectator, August 9th, 1902.

15 March 2009

Fu*#?% up English

The title (of the post and text) says it all.


I have a spelling checker,
It came with my PC.
It plane lee marks four my revue
Miss steaks aye can knot sea.

Eye ran this poem threw it,
Your sure reel glad two no.
Its vary polished in it's weigh.
My checker tolled me sew.

A checker is a bless sing,
It freeze yew lodes of thyme.
It helps me right awl stiles two reed,
And aides me when eye rime.

Each frays come posed up on my screen
Eye trussed too bee a joule.
The checker pours o'er every word
To cheque sum spelling rule.

Bee fore a veiling checker's
Hour spelling mite decline,
And if we're lacks oar have a laps,
We wood bee maid too wine.

Butt now bee cause my spelling
Is checked with such grate flare,
Their are know fault's with in my cite,
Of nun eye am a wear.

Now spelling does knot phase me,
It does knot bring a tier.
My pay purrs awl due glad den
With wrapped word's fare as hear.

To rite with care is quite a feet
Of witch won should bee proud,
And wee mussed dew the best wee can,
Sew flaw's are knot aloud.

Sow ewe can sea why aye dew prays
Such soft wear four pea seas,
And why eye brake in two averse
Buy righting want too pleas.

Jerrold H. Zar.

12 March 2009

O Padrinho, Mario Puzo

Ele já estava ali há bastante tempo para saber que o Dr. Taza era talvez o pior médico da Sicília. O Dr. Taza lia tudo, menos literatura médica, que ele admitia não conseguir entender.

As mães são como os polícias. Acreditam sempre no pior.

5 March 2009

Magnetic Magaine

I discovered this magazine when visiting one of my favourite blogs, Booktailors.

It is an on-line magazine in Portuguese and English and, even though I have only browsed through it, I think I already love it. It is mostly regarding Portuguese things and events - fashion, cinema, shopping, books, music, concerts, theatre. They have a great grafic layout and eye-catchy colours.

1 March 2009

My # 1 photo

I have no idea when I took this picture - I mean, I know it was in 2007 or 2008, but I don't know any specifics. Anyway, this is probably my my favorite picture. Get it? I is my favorite picture of all the pictures I have taken.

(© Sara Rodrigues Pereira)

I remember very clearly who cold it was, who I had to lean on a railing to take the picure (this was attempt number 3). I also remember who much hate I felt for a tourism who placed himself behind me when I was taking the picture and then took one (probably) just like mine. The nerve!

This is my # 1 fav photo of all times. It is Lisbon's Cathedral with tree branches in the front.