Angola

"That dance that old men do"

I like that! :)

LINK to photos in fb
Pastinha's Garden of Capoeira Angola FB

Idle Time

Following a comment from prof on our interesting talks haha... It left me to think about how I come in everyday to work and do the things I do.
Even in a lull between projects, the team is not idle in so far as just sitting around doing nothing. We are all actively stimulated in the form of internet browsing, chatting, playing yes (yes, facebook and the like). Always learning, always developing new concepts and different innovations in a small scale.

There is always something new out there, something to learn from. Don't waste your day with an idle mind... that's a sure fire recipe to burn yourself out. I'm a fan of routine with its guise of certainty and reliability. We all need that. is there such a thing as a varying routine? haha

Anyway... just to share the things I was surprised to learn today:

Trend--
I credit this link to Joem as it was shown to him by a friend of his. It's a good watch, if you don't mind too much romping scenes.

"We All Want to Be Young"
Quoting the site: "The movie "We All Want to Be Young" is the outcome of several studies developed by BOX1824 in the past 5 years. BOX1824 is a Brazilian research company specialized in behavioral sciences and consumer trends.
This movie has an open license by Creative Commons.
Written and directed by Lena Maciel, Lucas Liedke and Rony Rodrigues.
Zeppelin Films
box1824.com.br

I like that it targets the future trends in the way that the older 40 and up people have been just trying to grasp the idea of information sharing. Something as facebook and twitter now would never have been a jargon that I would describe to my yaya. Nevertheless, I do talk to her about people I haven't seen for a long time and just reconnected through facebook. I get my sister to show her pictures, video and such about my dog Yoji. It's interesting to see that all this information is just accepted without having to know how, why this kind of info is suddenly available through computers. Another item of appliance that can't be described, really, and going back further, the TV and so on.
From the video you can see where things are headed for the kid demography of today. Now to develop that idea to toys and concepts that go beyond yoyo's.

Angola Essay by Contra Mestre Pererê

A Primer for beginner students

I found this one from the Capoeira forum. Actually the intro in the forum just wanted some traffic to their site... check it out and learn a little bit more of Angola. To be honest with you it's a long read with that font and background color. Just sayin'. I haven't finished reading it myself. This is partly why I decided to post this here, as I've since decided to stuff things like this in one place.

Inspiration:

A few weeks ago someone tagged this lady's art: Cristina María Gandaia Fazzito, I just had to add her just to hit the LIKE button. Here's her work with Capoeira Art.
Amazing. Stuff I only wish I had the time and materials to do. Pure capture, I really love the details she put with minute details as gestures, and the expression on the body. As such, with great respect to her drawings as well :) I will always find it a happier art world with more girls who draw rather than the surprising stereotype that only guys can draw and make it to the professional art world. I've seen girls draw, and it's a privilege to draw really well.

An ongoing facebook experiment is going long with having your childhood's favorite cartoon character as your profile picture. This led to someone showing a picture of the cartoon "Fire and Ice". I know I've seen this... but for the life of me I can't remember what the story was, what happened, who the characters are and whatnot. Oh yes, will do download of course haha. It's just fun to know that one of the artists involved in the production is a favorite: Frank Frazetta. :)

Another thing I learned today, random: my 100 peso Divisoria ruffle scarfie looks good on the trenchcoat hahaha. I'm using it like a necktie :P

I keep on forgetting to rewrite what Mestre Roxinho said as per translated by Andorinha. :)
Here:

Look for you to describe Capoeira Angola, not necessarily to say it is slow because in truth, the movements of Capoeira Angola are used in accordance of need in the game and is also necessary to keep pace with the bateria. So at some point the game can be slow and not another. Otherwise it is easy to describe Capoeira Angola and only say that it is the tradition of Capoeira as ancient/old. Game he can be the whole time low as may also be on top. (I hope I answered your questions and feel free to question what you have doubts.)

"Rhythm, Ritual, Respect" - Mestre Ousado

"Olha para voce discrever a Capoeira Angola, nao e necessario de dizer que e lenta pois na verdade os movimentos da Capoeira Angola sao usados de acordo com a necessidade dentro do jogo e tambem e necessario acompanhar o ritmo da Bateria. Entao em algum momento o jogo pode ser lento e outro nao. De outra de facil de descrever a Capoeira Angola e so dizer que trata-se da Capoeira de tradicao a mais ANTIGA. Jogo ele pode ser o tempo todo em baixo como tambem pode ser em cima. Espero ter respondido suas perguntas e fique a vontade em pergunta o que voce tiver duvida.

Um abraco
Mestre Roxinho"

from google translator:

Look at you discrever Capoeira Angola, not necessary to say that because in fact, slow movements of Capoeira Angola are used according to need in the game and is also necessary to keep pace with the battery. So at some point the game can be slow and not another. Otherwise easy to describe Capoeira Angola and only say that it is the tradition of Capoeira to the oldest. Game he can be the whole time low as may also be on top. I hope I answered your questions and feel free to question what you have doubts.

A hug
Master Roxinho

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Keep Your Head On

Mestre Roxinho hugged me and grabbed my head with gritty hands hahaha

This means so many things for my angola.

Angola

Obviously it was much clearer this morning, if that can be said of dreams... since dreams are so wispy.
Problem is I can't understand my scribbles at the moment.

Let me try to remember ... we were in my room looking out that window again.
It was a factory of eva hats.
The girl with white hair (Christie from DOA) looked up and saw us so we have to run.
We reached the small broomcloset above the stairs and Joyce pulled down the old ceiling hatch with relief. A small plastic hello kitty dangler marked how long ago we've played there. I stuck my arm in... no way we could all fit... it wasn't even deep enough. We can't hide there.
"I used to fit in there" Joyce kythed.
We split up.
The Legion were after us. The Legion of kids or something. Five of them. They were all in the violet Wonder Twins costume (with cape). I was on the other side of the poolside and I could see them through the holes on the wall *location: ica poolside*
They can't cross the pool of course. They can however run to the far side together to where we were.

Cameron was in a grey suit. (Alan Ruck, google, Ferris Bueler)he heaved off a wooden door and slammed it over another. He opened the door. We walked through.
We passed by Daphne. She was very pregnant with very stick-thin legs. Velma was useless. She was helping her into the yellow VW. Fred should have been there waving goodbye.

We were in a narrow dark alleyway with doors one after another at the right side of the building. Cameron unhinged one easily. It had a decorative glass window, very pretty. It must be his power to use doors as portals. He put this one over a boring gate looking door and I'm glad the glass didn't shatter. He ran away without using the door. Perhaps to make our pursuers think that he used that door. I went the other way.

Passed an old car in the dark driveway. I wondered what would happen if he put a door over the car door. Would it work?

There are a few people by the walls. It is dark and so are they. There is a man on the street by the pavement with a boombox.

I heard the berimbau. This was Mestre. He was playing alone. The dark man with a knitted muslim white cap was playing the berimbau by the wall. I asked to play with the Mestre. My legs were stiff from running and my ankle hurt but I did not feel nervous, excited or anything. I just wished to play with him.

I hate my game, I kythed. He merely smiled, he was old, wrinkled, crooked and very brown. He turned me to negativa and to role. Helped my stiff legs turn. Au cabeca role, high then low. He was just grinning like a fool. Ponte. I want to show him my better game.

Thank you for the game we kythed each other, I woke up.

I played with the Mestre. He went along with my thread of thought even if it was me who asked to join in his solo game.