A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough. More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost." What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in "Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is." (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
sexta-feira, maio 25, 2018
Hoje é o Dia da Toalha...!
Postado por Fernando Martins às 00:00 0 bocas
Marcadores: Dia da Toalha, Dia do Orgulho Lusista e Reintegrata, Douglas Adams, galaico-português, Galiza, Português, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
sábado, maio 25, 2013
Porque hoje é o Dia da Toalha...
A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough. More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have "lost." What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in "Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There's a frood who really knows where his towel is." (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Postado por Fernando Martins às 00:12 0 bocas
Marcadores: Dia da Toalha, Dia do Orgulho Lusista e Reintegrata, Douglas Adams, galaico-português, Galiza, Português, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
quinta-feira, abril 04, 2013
O Rei Alfonso X, o Sábio, morreu há 729 anos
Postado por Fernando Martins às 07:29 0 bocas
Marcadores: Alfonso X, astronomia, Cantigas de Santa Maria, Castela, castelhano, D. Dinis, Espanha, galaico-português, poesia, poesia trovadoresca, Xadrez
sexta-feira, maio 25, 2012
Hoje a Galiza celebra o Dia do Orgulho Lusista e Reintegrata
Postado por Fernando Martins às 00:32 0 bocas
Marcadores: Dia da Toalha, Dia do Orgulho Lusista e Reintegrata, galaico-português, Galiza, Português
quarta-feira, abril 04, 2012
O avô castelhano de D. Dinis e o poeta das Cantigas de Santa Maria morreu há 728 anos
Postado por Fernando Martins às 07:28 0 bocas
Marcadores: Alfonso X, Cantigas de Santa Maria, Castela e Leão, castelhano, D. Dinis, galaico-português, música, Xadrez
quarta-feira, novembro 23, 2011
Uma Cantiga de Santa Maria de Afonso X de Castela e Leão
Rosa das rosas e Fror das frores,
Dona das donas, Sennor das sennores.
Rosa de beldad' e de parecer
e Fror d'alegria e de prazer,
Dona en mui piadosa ser
Sennor en toller coitas e doores.
Rosa das rosas e Fror das frores,
Dona das donas, Sennor das sennores.
Atal Sennor dev' ome muit' amar,
que de todo mal o pode guardar;
e pode-ll' os peccados perdõar,
que faz no mundo per maos sabores.
Rosa das rosas e Fror das frores,
Dona das donas, Sennor das sennores.
Devemo-la muit' amar e servir,
ca punna de nos guardar de falir;
des i dos erros nos faz repentir,
que nos fazemos come pecadores.
Rosa das rosas e Fror das frores,
Dona das donas, Sennor das sennores.
Esta dona que tenno por Sennore
de que quero seer trobador,
se eu per ren poss' aver seu amor,
dou ao demo os outros amores.
Rosa das rosas e Fror das frores,
Dona das donas, Sennor das sennores.
in Cantigas de Santa Maria - Alfonso X
Rosa das rosas e Flor das flores
Dona das donas, Senhora das senhoras.
Rosa de beldade e de parecer
e Flor de alegria e de prazer,
Dona em muito piedoso ser
Senhora a atalhar tristezas e dores.
Rosa das rosas e Flor das flores,
Dona das donas, Senhora das senhoras.
A tal Senhora deve o homem muito amar,
que de todo mal o pode guardar;
e pode-lhe os pecados perdoar,
que faz no mundo por maus dissabores.
Rosa das rosas e Flor das flores,
Dona das donas, Senhora das senhoras.
Devemo-la muito amar e servir,
porque nos guarda de falhar;
e dos erros nos faz arrepender,
que nós fazemos como pecadores.
Rosa das rosas e Flor das flores,
Dona das donas, Senhora das senhoras.
Esta dona que tenho por Senhora
de que quero ser trovador,
se eu porém posso ter seu amor,
dou ao diabo os outros amores.
Rosa das rosas e Flor das flores,
Dona das donas, Senhora das senhoras.
in Cantigas de Santa Maria - Afonso X
Postado por Pedro Luna às 22:30 0 bocas
Marcadores: Alfonso X, Cantigas de Santa Maria, galaico-português, galego, música, poesia, Português