A favourite video.Águas de março", pot Eli's Regina by TV Cultura Digital
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I believe the video is from a Brazilian TV show, maybe recorded after the release of Elis' album in 1972 which contained this song. The singwriter, Jobim, is playing the piano. The music is a duet between Eli's and Jobim.
Is a song of AUTUMN, March being the end of summer is the Southern Hemisphere. It is a "stream of consciousness" poem about death / dying
Songwriter: Antonio Carlos Jobim, 1972
Originally written in Portuguese and the English lyrics also written by Jobim
Wikipedia says " The lyrics and the music have a constant downward progression much like the water torrent from those rains flowing in the gutters which typically would carry sticks and stones bits of glass and almost everything and anything" and " The orchestration creates the illusion of the constant descending notes much like Shepard's tones."
The cascading waters of March give the impression of the passing of daily life and it's continual inevitable progression towards death
A bird in the hand as a result of a stone in a slingshot, before a bird in the sky, then a bird on the ground. ... a bird being killed by a slingshot, falling from the sky, landing on the ground, then being collected.
TRANSLATION BY MTG How - in YouTube comment.
Itks a stick, a stone, it's the end of the way
It's the rest of a stump, it is a little alone!
It is a shard of glass, it is life, it is the sun
It's night, is death, it is a tie, is the hook
It's the field's "peroba" (a type of timber tree), is the wood knot
"Casings", candle, is the "Matita Pereira" (striped cuckoo)
It is wooden wind, fall from the bluff
It is the deep mystery, it is like it or not
It is the wind blowing, it's the end of the slope
It is the beam, is te will, party ridge
It's raining rain is river talk
The March waters, is the end of fatigue
It is her foot, and the ground is the "roadless" March
Bird in hand, stone on the slingshot
It is a bird in the sky, is a bird on the ground
It is a stream, is a source, is a piece of bread
It is the bottom,, it's the end of the road
In face of the heartbreak, it's a little alone
It is a crowfoot, is a nail, is an account, it is a tale
It is a point, is a dripping drop
It's a fish, it is a gesture, is the silver shining
It's the morning light, is the brick coming
It is the wood, is the day, it's the end of the trail
It is the bottle of cane, the shrapnel on the road
It is the design of the house, is the body in bed
It's the stalled car, it's the mud is mud
It is a step! It is a bridge, it's a paddock is a frog
It"s the rest of the bush, in the morning light
Are the waters of March closing the summer
It is the promise of life, in your heart
A snake is a stick, it is JOAO, is JOSE
it is a thorn in hand, it is a cut foot
It is a step, it is a bridge, it's a paddock is a frog
It is a "Belo Horizonte", is a tertiary fever
Are the waters of March closing the summer
It is the promise of life in your heart
Sunday, March 24, 2019
Wednesday, March 6, 2019
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| Engineer's Cairn, University of British Columbia, March 9, 1978 |
Having lived in Totem residence for the previous 3 years, I passed the cairn every morning on my way to the Biology buildings. In all that time I had never seen anything but another faculty's letter painted on it - F for Forestry, A for Agriculture, mostly. I believe we were the first to put a non-faculty symbol on this iteration of the cairn.
I don't remember whose idea it was, mine, Karen K's or Karen M's, but someone bought the paint and the three of us went out in the early hours of 8 March and did it. The next morning, I was very disappointed to find the Venus symbol burned off. Sure didn't take the Geers long to do it - a matter of hours! I think we hit a nerve. Yay!
We were undeterred and two of us returned the next night to do it again. We ran out of paint and Karen K decided to leave before it was finished, so there I was, alone at 3 am. In those two nights, we only ever saw one person: a male, who said he was a security guard. He said not much more than a caution to take care of ourselves - women out very late - we were always cautious.
I read now that this cairn was destroyed by the faculty of Forestry in 1988 and the Geers built a new one. Is that one still there? Where is it, exactly?
Rambling:
I believe there was only something like 3 female students in Engineering then. One of my later roommates went into Engineering.
As for the 3 of us Biology/Zoology students, we all got our Bachelor's degrees, one went into Forestry for a bit, then finished her working life as a Coast Guard communications operator, one went into Dance, and I, after a couple of years working for government environment and parks ministries, have been kicking around doing volunteer science for decades - always focused on biology. FYI all of us eventually got married, divorced, widowed (a weird mix of verbs and adjectives, when you think about it, and they aren't really that relevant to who we are) and two of us became parents (birth and adoptive).
When - the situation in which I grew up - girls were not encouraged to be interested in science. Sure, my early interest in birds and astronomy was noted and they gave me a telescope for Christmas one year, (which I promptly took apart to study); but that was not made out to be a possible direction for my life. My life was to be family and children and taking care of them. But I was considered a little weird because I was not that nurturing or aware of other people's feelings, prone to day-dreaming, reading science fiction, watching Star Trek first-run, thinking "too much". I believe it was my high school science teacher that worked on my parents to get me to university - a dicey affair not decided until the week before the application was due.
We learn of famous people, both male and female, mostly the celebrity type of fame. And most of those are extroverts; most of the world is extroverted, apparently, so that's who we hear about. But the average life is a balance and most are not famous. Most introverts, such as myself, seldom toot their own horn. And that's OK! It's OK to be perfectly happy to do your own thing - as long as it doesn't harming anyone else (generally speaking, at least not directly; disregarding the unintentional harm we do to each other and Gaia, the earth, because of the cultural system we find ourselves in). Let's look on "famous" people more as "inspirational" rather than something we have to be. That is their life. They did those things and some of those things were good. You too, do good things, in your own way.
The internet gives introverts a platform, for sure, which is nice. But, it's OK to be "private", too! You don't have to share everything, every thought, every event. (PS private and secretive are different). A life is not a single focus. A life can be family and music and gardening and crafts, and studying nature. And science can be used in everything.
The theme for IWD this year is #BalanceForBetter. I went through my Outlook Contacts and counted all the scientist / volunteer scientist I know by gender. It was 50/50 female/male. Right on.
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