Curadoria-Geral da República

practicalopacity:

Perhaps you’ve had an experience like this. You own a car and typically do the driving. Then, for whatever reason, you spend a trip in the passenger seat and a route you’ve driven countless times looks different. No longer required to watch the road and the other motorists, you can look at passing houses and buildings, playgrounds, corner stores and more. You see things you never noticed despite having driven past them time and again.

Now that I was observing my life and not just its most tweetable moments, I felt more relaxed. I was living in that moment, not 30 seconds into the future (“Can’t wait to tweet that.” “I have to get a picture of this.” “Let me put this in Simplenote.”).

You don’t have to lose your iPhone to ride shotgun. You can do so by choice.

It started in Belgium. One sizzling summer in a third-floor flat, my parents came strutting through the lounge to find their fat little fellow merrily leafing through a copy of War and Peace. I was two years old. Impressed? You shouldn’t be. To say that I had read and digested Tolstoy’s loathsome work at such an early age would be a half-truth, because the reality is this: I wasn’t reading it. I was eating it.

Como se faz jornalismo por esse mundo fora (e parece que particularmente em Portugal).