Showing posts with label Charles Schulz. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Charles Schulz. Show all posts

24 May 2016

Happy 75th birthday, Bob! (II)

Charles Schulz, Maio de 1971 (clicar na imagem para ampliar)

23 February 2016

"These monster children are capable suddenly of an innocence and a sincerity that call everything into question, sift out the detritus of the grown-up world, and give us back a world that is still and always very sweet and soft, tasting of milk and cleanliness. Thus in a constant seesaw of reactions, within a single story, or between one story and another, we never know whether to despair or to heave a sigh of optimism. But, in any case, we realize that we have emerged from the banal round of consumption and escapism, and have almost reached the threshold of meditation" (Umberto Eco)

26 June 2009

TH€R€'$ NO B€TT€R POP $TAR THAN A D€AD POP $TAR



"A little more than 24 hours after Jackson’s death in Los Angeles, his albums jumped to the top of the retail charts. On Amazon.com, albums by Jackson and the Jackson 5 accounted for 18 of the top 20 best selling records Friday. On iTunes, Jackson records occupied nine of the top 10 spots. Deceased celebrities can generate a fortune long after they are gone. Presley’s estate generated $52 million in 2008 according to the annual Forbes magazine list of top-earning dead celebrities. Second on the list was Charles Schulz, the creator of Peanuts, whose drawings earned his estate $33 million in 2008, according to Forbes".

... e, agora - pós-novo-fiasco da gripe suína, enquanto os Fripóres da vida ficam em banho-maria durante a silly season, o minicrime de lesa-pátria Ronaldogay é suavemente elidido (era só o que faltava!... uma das raras jóias do luso-orgulho-macho-da-bola-cheio-de-guito humilhado por uma lambisgóia-pau-de-virar-tripas!), o Berlusconi geronte-priápico já deu o que tinha a dar e o teatrinho PT-PS-TVI não parece ter potencial (mas até pode ser grosso engano...) para se aguentar um Agosto inteiro -, preparemo-nos para o folclore estival de abrir noticiários acerca do "legado" estético (este há-de ser só coisa colateral para "eruditos"), dos perigos da automedicação, do flagelo da droga e das pérolas de sabedoria do Uri Geller das colheres de sopa dobradas pelo poder da mente e "ciências" ocultas adjacentes. Começa a haver motivos sérios para acreditar na existência de uma divindade omnipotente que protege os editores de telejornais.



(2009)