Saint images are in - think 'scapular' or 'undies' - no matter your religion: A nova onda dos santos."In Kenya, a 10-year-old elephant named Mlaika seems to think she's a truck."Gothamist interview with Lady Bunny.New Scientist: "13 things that do not make sense". Via kottke.
no blog todayformerlyROSIE: "the unedited rantings of a fat 43 year old menopausal ex -talk show host * -married mother of four- read at your own risk - my spelling sux".
i thought
this am
mourning still
the phone
kirstie w/ hurt feelings
i am sorry
4 that
but not the joke
the comment
the truth
about myself
at 220 - now
Bowing to tradition as the world's biggest Catholic country, Brasil comes to a halt from today until sunday. It's the end of Lent and the green light to 'eat meat' again (whatever your interpretation of 'eat meat' is). Stripped of all its religious meaning, for most brasilians this is nothing more than an end-of-summer break and an excuse to eat an excessive amount of chocolate in the shape of Easter Eggs. I'm off to the country side, where I'll be working on a tan, in honor of the Easter Bunny whom we celebrate with this holiday - I think.
"An artist from the UK named Banksy went into four of NYC's most prominent museums -- the Met, the Museum of Natural History, the Brooklyn Museum, and the MoMA -- and installed four of his own pieces of art:
I have gained 11lbs since I got to Brasil, 16 days ago. Mostly due to my gorging on Goiabada com queijo.
I am currently absorbed by The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon. The book, aptly sugested by my sister, has filled in the blanks between my nothing-to-do's. And I have lots of them...Barcelona, 1945-just after the war, a great world city lies in shadow, nursing its wounds, and a boy named Daniel awakes on his eleventh birthday to find that he can no longer remember his mother's face. To console his only child, Daniel's widowed father, an antiquarian book dealer, initiates him into the secret of the Cemetery of Forgotten Books, a library tended by Barcelona's guild of rare-book dealers as a repository for books forgotten by the world, waiting for someone who will care about them again. Daniel's father coaxes him to choose a volume from the spiraling labyrinth of shelves, one that, it is said, will have a special meaning for him. And Daniel so loves the novel he selects, The Shadow of the Wind by one Julian Carax, that he sets out to find the rest of Carax's work. To his shock, he discovers that someone has been systematically destroying every copy of every book this author has written. In fact, he may have the last one in existence. Before Daniel knows it his seemingly innocent quest has opened a door into one of Barcelona's darkest secrets, an epic story of murder, magic, madness and doomed love. And before long he realizes that if he doesn't find out the truth about Julian Carax, he and those closest to him will suffer horribly.
But in the Schiavo case, and in the battle to stop the Democratic filibusters of judicial nominations, President Bush and his Congressional allies have begun to enunciate a new principle: the rules of government are worth respecting only if they produce the result we want. It may be a formula for short-term political success, but it is no way to preserve and protect a great republic."Here I reaffirm my wish not to be kept alive with machines after my brain is dead specially if I will be used by conservatives to advance their political cause.
The New York Times Op-Ed: A Blow to the Rule of Law
From Towleroad:
Nem tudo e doce no sucesso das exportacoes brasileiras. As balas Chita, que eram encontradas com facilidade nos menores botecos e nas mais exigentes confeitarias do Pais, estao em falta desde o inicio do ano no mercado interno.Signs of the times: when I was a kid my favorite candy was this chewable pineaple-flavored one called "Chita" (yes, in honor of that monkey), ubiquitous in Brazil until they decided to export it. Apparently it is such a hit everywhere that they can't produce it fast enough and it disappeared from the market.
...spending time with my niece Gabi, who was born after I left Brazil.
When forty winters shall besiege thy browShakespeare also wrote about narcissistic personalities and the treacheries of time. So I'm sure he would have been fascinated by the obsession of our modern culture with freezing the clock - and the face - with lifestyle drugs and medical treatments."
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,
Will be a tattered weed of small worth held.
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