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coisas caopticas: Novembro 2011
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Domingo, 27 de novembro de 2011. Blanket me sweet nurse. And keep me from burnin'. I must get back to the woods dear girls. I must get back to the woods. In the bloody elevator. Rising for their first cup of tea of the day. When does sky turn into space. And air into wind? The only things I really need. Is water, a gun, and rabbits. Let me rest my fevered cheek. Upon your warm sweet bellies. In the bloody elevator going to the bright theater now. Please let me taste the clean dirt in my lungs. Faminto, o...
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FAQ - Lunch At Walk - San Francisco
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Why did you do this? I work downtown and spend my lunch break walking around watching people walk. I also love stop-motion animation. By turning people walking into animations they become characters in a side-scrolling platform game. They become their walk. What is the process? I shoot the video on my iPhone then import the frames into Photoshop using 'Video Frames To Layers'. Then I align all of the frames and clean up the background. Output as stills and that's it. Super low tech. No It's ART. Geez.
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Lunch At Walk - San Francisco
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Click on walkers to activate. New walkers added weekly. Created by Christian Anthony.
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Experiments - Lunch At Walk - San Francisco
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To return to this menu from an experiment, click anywhere. The Men Who Walk Together. Created by Christian Anthony.
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About - Lunch At Walk - San Francisco
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Lunch At Walk' was created and is maintained by Christian Anthony. Michel de Certeau, The Practice of Everyday Life. My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She's ninety-seven now, and we don't know where the heck she is.". Created by Christian Anthony.
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coisas caopticas: Janeiro 2012
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Quinta-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2012. I'll Try Anything Once. Ten decisions shape your life. You'll be aware of five about. Seven ways to go trough school. Either you're noticed or left out. Seven ways to get ahead. Seven reasons to drop by. And I say, I can see me in your eyes. You said, i can see you in my bed. That's not just friendship, that's romance too. You like music, we can dance to. And I'll get along with you. There is a time when we all fail. Some people take it pretty well. Why not try it all?
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coisas caopticas: Junho 2014
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Sábado, 21 de junho de 2014. Teu segredo é tão parecido contigo que nada me revela além do que já sei. E sei tão pouco como se o teu enigma fosse eu. Assim como tu és o meu.". Ocorreu um erro neste gadget. Fórum Brasileiro de EcoSol. Http:/ www.ideais.org.br. Http:/ www.akatu.org.br. Http:/ www.redesmoleculares.blogspot.com. Http:/ www.holos.com.uy/liangong. Http:/ www.aesthetics-usa.com. Http:/ www.coquetelmolotov.com.br. Http:/ www.milesaldridge.com. Http:/ www.radiolaurbana.com.br.
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coisas caopticas: Outubro 2011
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Terça-feira, 25 de outubro de 2011. A poesia está guardada nas palavras – é tudo que eu sei. Meu fado é o de não saber quase tudo. Sobre o nada eu tenho profundidades. Não tenho conexões com a realidade. Poderoso para mim não é aquele que descobre ouro. Para mim poderoso é aquele que descobre as. Insignificâncias ( do mundo e as nossas ). Por essa pequena sentença me elogiaram de imbecil. Fiquei emocionado e chorei. Sou fraco pra elogios". A proposito do video: #OcupaRio. Img: The Science os Sleep. Http:...
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coisas caopticas: Agosto 2011
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Terça-feira, 16 de agosto de 2011. Boiam leves, desatentos. Boiam leves, desatentos. Meus pensamentos de magoa,. Como no sono dos ventos,. As algas, cabelos lentos. Do corpo morto das aguas. Boiam como folhas mortas,. A tona de aguas paradas. São coisas vestindo nadas,. Pós remoinhando nas portas. Sono de ser, sem remadio,. Vestigio do que não foi,. Leve mágoa, breve tédio,. Não sei se para, se flui;. Não sei se existe ou se dói. Boiam leves, desatentos. Ocorreu um erro neste gadget.
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