Um homen sem uma mulher e solteiro. Mulher sem marido eh genio!
Friday, April 1, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Conto com vocês
Após uma pesquisa bastante detalhada sobre as condutas que tem sido tomadas neste tipo de lesão que eu tive no joelho, ou seja , ruptura do LCA (Ligamento Cruzado Anterior), eu decidi continuar a fisioterapia por mais um mes, e no final de março, vou seguir para o Brasil para uma reavaliação médica.
Vou fazer o trajeto Luanda - São Paulo para ter oportunidade de ser examinada por um ortopedista , também especialista em joelho, e assim ter uma segunda opinião. Conversei com este médico ao telefone e gostei muito da visão crítica com relação às condutas, conservadora e tratamento cirúrgico , mostrando como se tem que estar atento a vários aspectos como momento da lesão, qualidade de vida, perspectivas e projetos de vida, etc.Tudo o que ele falou me passou tanta segurança que eu quero fazer a consulta e ter um exame detalhado.
Em Salvador devo repetir a RMN para Dr. Lapão definir se vou fazer a cirurgia. De qualquer maneira já estou preparada para o caso de vir a fazer. Tenho colocado tudo nas mãos de Deus, certamente Ele vai conduzir da melhor maneira.
Além disso estou contando com a força de todos vocês !
Vou fazer o trajeto Luanda - São Paulo para ter oportunidade de ser examinada por um ortopedista , também especialista em joelho, e assim ter uma segunda opinião. Conversei com este médico ao telefone e gostei muito da visão crítica com relação às condutas, conservadora e tratamento cirúrgico , mostrando como se tem que estar atento a vários aspectos como momento da lesão, qualidade de vida, perspectivas e projetos de vida, etc.Tudo o que ele falou me passou tanta segurança que eu quero fazer a consulta e ter um exame detalhado.
Em Salvador devo repetir a RMN para Dr. Lapão definir se vou fazer a cirurgia. De qualquer maneira já estou preparada para o caso de vir a fazer. Tenho colocado tudo nas mãos de Deus, certamente Ele vai conduzir da melhor maneira.
Além disso estou contando com a força de todos vocês !
Friday, March 4, 2011
Frivolous
To Fashion:
I would like to purchase a women's tailored button up shirt. I would like it to be tailored to be long, because midriffs are a sign that you can't shop for your body shape or that the company wanted to save on fabric costs. Aside from which, It ruins the line of one's torso and my torso is quite delectably thin.
I would like it to be the bold sort of color you find in an 8-Pack of Crayola markers. I do not want it to have polka-dots, plaid, gingham, or anything even resembling a pastel color. When I wear red or green or yellow, I do not need you to "tone down" the color because I am a woman. I do not need to "tone down" the color so I can look professional because I do not believe that one has to be in pastels to be easily understood. Secretaries and businessmen are perfectly capable of understanding the colors they used to finger-paint with as children. Furthermore, there is an age where pastels are appropriate to wear and it is called childhood. Tiny little children wear pastels to remind us of the delicate blooming flowers they are. I am coming into full bloom, and I will wear the colors of this age.
Furthermore, Do not think that as I age and mature that you will convince me that pastels are a good idea for a top. No, when I age into one of those fiery madams of prestige, power, and finesse, I plan to become all the most mature colors. I will wear warm and French grays (but never cool grays), deep wine burgandy, perhaps even the chesnut brown of fine furniture that I never could appreciate when younger. But! I will not wear pastel. I am a loud woman, and my shirts must keep up with me.
Also, I will have none of this nonsense of short or three quarter sleeves. None of it! If I do not want my cuffs to reach to my wrists I will roll up my sleeves, thank you kindly. Your three-quarter sleeves hide the admirable curve of my forearms; your shortened sleeves hide my equally lovely shoulders. Rolled up sleeves bring out the slight hint of muscular growth to my arms, and make me look like the work-minded person I am, unafraid to get elbow deep in whatever I am doing.
Let us not forget the buttons. I require buttons that are the same color as my shirt, made of plastic, sewn on sturdily, and properly distanced. There is no need for artifice on the shirt itself. If I find the shirt to be too plain, I will add jewlery as I see fit. There will be no rhinestones or turtle-shell on any of my buttons. I am not Anne Hathaway who cannot buy herself a proper tuxedo and needs to offset the traditional masculinity of my clothing with "girlish charm". I am also not Anne Hathaway who plays princesses and queens. I am the court magician's apprentice. Keep your silly shiny things off my shirt!
As a final note: I will have a proper collar. It is occasionally the case that one must assume the professional guise in its entirety and when that happens I will need to wear a tie. Your v-necks that do not button up past my chest will not do. I do not wear pendants that the public needs to see. I will also not support the lack of the button at the base of my neck because, as I said, I need to wear a tie.
If you do not comply, I will take my money elsewhere. And! when you find out that men and women alike enjoy the simple pleasures of a good button-up shirt one year from now, you will follow suit.
Yours Truly,
Tarsis P. Martins
PS. Don't complain. If I thought you were competent I might challenge you to a set of neon yellows and greens, with matching led's in my headphones.
I would like to purchase a women's tailored button up shirt. I would like it to be tailored to be long, because midriffs are a sign that you can't shop for your body shape or that the company wanted to save on fabric costs. Aside from which, It ruins the line of one's torso and my torso is quite delectably thin.
I would like it to be the bold sort of color you find in an 8-Pack of Crayola markers. I do not want it to have polka-dots, plaid, gingham, or anything even resembling a pastel color. When I wear red or green or yellow, I do not need you to "tone down" the color because I am a woman. I do not need to "tone down" the color so I can look professional because I do not believe that one has to be in pastels to be easily understood. Secretaries and businessmen are perfectly capable of understanding the colors they used to finger-paint with as children. Furthermore, there is an age where pastels are appropriate to wear and it is called childhood. Tiny little children wear pastels to remind us of the delicate blooming flowers they are. I am coming into full bloom, and I will wear the colors of this age.
Furthermore, Do not think that as I age and mature that you will convince me that pastels are a good idea for a top. No, when I age into one of those fiery madams of prestige, power, and finesse, I plan to become all the most mature colors. I will wear warm and French grays (but never cool grays), deep wine burgandy, perhaps even the chesnut brown of fine furniture that I never could appreciate when younger. But! I will not wear pastel. I am a loud woman, and my shirts must keep up with me.
Also, I will have none of this nonsense of short or three quarter sleeves. None of it! If I do not want my cuffs to reach to my wrists I will roll up my sleeves, thank you kindly. Your three-quarter sleeves hide the admirable curve of my forearms; your shortened sleeves hide my equally lovely shoulders. Rolled up sleeves bring out the slight hint of muscular growth to my arms, and make me look like the work-minded person I am, unafraid to get elbow deep in whatever I am doing.
Let us not forget the buttons. I require buttons that are the same color as my shirt, made of plastic, sewn on sturdily, and properly distanced. There is no need for artifice on the shirt itself. If I find the shirt to be too plain, I will add jewlery as I see fit. There will be no rhinestones or turtle-shell on any of my buttons. I am not Anne Hathaway who cannot buy herself a proper tuxedo and needs to offset the traditional masculinity of my clothing with "girlish charm". I am also not Anne Hathaway who plays princesses and queens. I am the court magician's apprentice. Keep your silly shiny things off my shirt!
As a final note: I will have a proper collar. It is occasionally the case that one must assume the professional guise in its entirety and when that happens I will need to wear a tie. Your v-necks that do not button up past my chest will not do. I do not wear pendants that the public needs to see. I will also not support the lack of the button at the base of my neck because, as I said, I need to wear a tie.
If you do not comply, I will take my money elsewhere. And! when you find out that men and women alike enjoy the simple pleasures of a good button-up shirt one year from now, you will follow suit.
Yours Truly,
Tarsis P. Martins
PS. Don't complain. If I thought you were competent I might challenge you to a set of neon yellows and greens, with matching led's in my headphones.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Vida agitada essa minha
Estou fazendo terapia e na minha ultima sessao conversei com minha terapeuta sobre meu ADD e o fato de eu nao consegui terminar as coisas. Por isso mesmo estou na terapia, para consegui desenvolver minha empresa que ja esta aberta ha 6 anos mas nao esta aonde eu gostaria.
Depois da sessao sentei e decidi fazer uma lista das coisas que tenho para fazer e tambem das possibilidades pela solicitacao de familia, amigos e coisas de negocio. Coloquei tudo na lista, nao deixando nada para traz pois preciso entender aonde vai meu tempo que jah eh curto e parece encurtar com o passar dos anos. Sera que eh soh porque a terra esta 7 anos adiantada ou sera que eh meu ADD que causa todo esse tumulto na minha vida? Nao sei, mas a lista eh grande.
Tenho a Mextra que nao posso deixar de jeito nehum, Alem de eu gostar do que eu faco para eles, eh a unica que me da uma renda no final do mes, ainda que pequena, mas dah. Resolvi reorganizar a Tech Trade e levar ao proximo nivel, montar website, promover a companhia e os servicos que pode oferecer. Nisso, Luiz esta me ajudando pois temos skills diferentes. Enquanto eu gosto de fazer a parte "burocratica" ele gosta de vendas. Para complicar as coisas, um restaurante brasileiro da regiao pediu ajuda a Sirleyng para organizar um Festinval Latino de Verao. Ela, por outro lado, me convidou a ajudar pois nao entende muito da parte de marketing. Nova possibilidade, empresa de eventos..... Ainda falando de eventos, Virginia quer fazer o Bahia Dai aqui em greenville. Ela acha que vai bombar, Meu medo eh exatamente esse. Se explodir, eu morro!
Ai vem as possibilidade. Alvinho falou da possibilidade de vender material de seguranca aqui nos Estados Unidos. Joao, amigo e socio dele quer vender vinho e azeite de Portugal. Um pessoal de Sao Paulo que eu conheco quer vender marmore do Brasil aqui. Tudo isso significa estudo do mercado, vendas, importacao, logistica inter etc.............. blz! Vou ficar milionaria!
Agora vem a parte facil - casa e familia! Como vcs mesmo presenciaram, existe a falta de um personagem importante na manutancao da casa - a empregada. Como nao posso esperar pela criatura para sempre resta a min fazer as vezes da figura: limpar, lavar roupa, cozinhar, mercado e tudo mais que todo mundo jah sabe. Acrescentado a isso temos: organizacao de viagens , organizacao de consertos da casa, seguro de saude, organizacao de jantares e festas etc. A lista vai de a A - Q. Fiquei tao cansada de listar isso tudo que vou ali me sentar e descansar um pouco. Quem sabe amanha eu comeco a fazer as coisas!
Selene Santos
Correspondente de Greenville, Carolina do Sul
P.S. Esqueci que nao posso sentar agora pois sao 16:15 e eh melhor o jantar estar pornto qdo Luiz voltar do gym.
Depois da sessao sentei e decidi fazer uma lista das coisas que tenho para fazer e tambem das possibilidades pela solicitacao de familia, amigos e coisas de negocio. Coloquei tudo na lista, nao deixando nada para traz pois preciso entender aonde vai meu tempo que jah eh curto e parece encurtar com o passar dos anos. Sera que eh soh porque a terra esta 7 anos adiantada ou sera que eh meu ADD que causa todo esse tumulto na minha vida? Nao sei, mas a lista eh grande.
Tenho a Mextra que nao posso deixar de jeito nehum, Alem de eu gostar do que eu faco para eles, eh a unica que me da uma renda no final do mes, ainda que pequena, mas dah. Resolvi reorganizar a Tech Trade e levar ao proximo nivel, montar website, promover a companhia e os servicos que pode oferecer. Nisso, Luiz esta me ajudando pois temos skills diferentes. Enquanto eu gosto de fazer a parte "burocratica" ele gosta de vendas. Para complicar as coisas, um restaurante brasileiro da regiao pediu ajuda a Sirleyng para organizar um Festinval Latino de Verao. Ela, por outro lado, me convidou a ajudar pois nao entende muito da parte de marketing. Nova possibilidade, empresa de eventos..... Ainda falando de eventos, Virginia quer fazer o Bahia Dai aqui em greenville. Ela acha que vai bombar, Meu medo eh exatamente esse. Se explodir, eu morro!
Ai vem as possibilidade. Alvinho falou da possibilidade de vender material de seguranca aqui nos Estados Unidos. Joao, amigo e socio dele quer vender vinho e azeite de Portugal. Um pessoal de Sao Paulo que eu conheco quer vender marmore do Brasil aqui. Tudo isso significa estudo do mercado, vendas, importacao, logistica inter etc.............. blz! Vou ficar milionaria!
Agora vem a parte facil - casa e familia! Como vcs mesmo presenciaram, existe a falta de um personagem importante na manutancao da casa - a empregada. Como nao posso esperar pela criatura para sempre resta a min fazer as vezes da figura: limpar, lavar roupa, cozinhar, mercado e tudo mais que todo mundo jah sabe. Acrescentado a isso temos: organizacao de viagens , organizacao de consertos da casa, seguro de saude, organizacao de jantares e festas etc. A lista vai de a A - Q. Fiquei tao cansada de listar isso tudo que vou ali me sentar e descansar um pouco. Quem sabe amanha eu comeco a fazer as coisas!
Selene Santos
Correspondente de Greenville, Carolina do Sul
P.S. Esqueci que nao posso sentar agora pois sao 16:15 e eh melhor o jantar estar pornto qdo Luiz voltar do gym.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Valeu demais!
A viagem para os Estados Unidos final de 2010/2011 foi tudo de bom. Adorei estar com minha familia, meus irmãos e sobrinhos, de quem eu sinto muita falta aqui em Angola. Tivemos nossos momentos de muitos risos, brincadeiras e, porque não, algumas discussões ....... mas isso faz parte de toda reunião em familia.
Infelizmente houve o episódio de minha queda, que não estava no script , mas fazer o que... foi apenas uma pequena nuvem numa paisagem muito bonita de nosso meeting.
Por falar nisso, ja iniciei a fisioterapia, embora ainda esteja andando com a ajuda das muletas. Pretendo ir ao Brasil fazer uma consulta com outro especialista em joelho, em São Paulo, e estou considerando seriamente a possibilidade de fazer a cirurgia. Vou ouvir seu parecer. A viagem deve ser no final deste mes.
Estou muito agradecida pela atenção que vocês tiveram e tem comigo.
Infelizmente houve o episódio de minha queda, que não estava no script , mas fazer o que... foi apenas uma pequena nuvem numa paisagem muito bonita de nosso meeting.
Por falar nisso, ja iniciei a fisioterapia, embora ainda esteja andando com a ajuda das muletas. Pretendo ir ao Brasil fazer uma consulta com outro especialista em joelho, em São Paulo, e estou considerando seriamente a possibilidade de fazer a cirurgia. Vou ouvir seu parecer. A viagem deve ser no final deste mes.
Estou muito agradecida pela atenção que vocês tiveram e tem comigo.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Nordestinos Invadem the US of A
Apesar da aventura ter sido com minha familia, acho que vcs vao dar boas risadas com as estorias. A confusao jah comecou com o aniversario de 60 anos de Lulao e a grande participacao de Anete e Diego que fizerem questao de vir dar parabens ao sexagenario!
Terminada a operacao "Niver 60" sigo eu para minha proxima missao "Invasao dos Nordestinos 2010". A coisa foi tao complexa qeu tive que fazer uma tabela em excel de chegada e saida dos visitantes e residentes. A invesao deveria ter comecando dia 19 de dezembro, mas com a paralisacao dos aeroporto da Europa, nem Xande nem Millie puderam se juntar a grande invasao. Assim sendo, dia 20 de dezembro seguimos eu e Luiz, em dois carros eh claro, para buscar em Atlanta Walter, Mima, Flavia, Vinicius. Virginia, Nino, Helana e Sebas (residentes 3 - visitantes para 8 - total da casa 11).
Dia 21 sai Vitao para um campeonato de wrestling ( acho que eh luta livre) e vai buscar Tarsis e Rachel em Charlotte ( residentes 2 - visitantes 10;- a essa altura Tarsis tbm eh visitante). Dia 23 vai buscar Vitao na escola que chegou de viagem (residentes - 3; visitantes 10 - total 13). Ai realmente comecaram as comemoracoes.... corre pro shoppoing para comprar os presentes do amigo secreto que ninguem trouxe de lugar nenhum e pro mercado para comprar as coisas da ceia de natal - tive ate pesadelo que nao ia mais achar um peru para a ceia!
Grande surpresa no dia de natal - neve. Tem 12 anos que moro nessa cidade e nunca nevou no natal. O pessoal adorou eh claro pois virou filme americano com a neve caindo e nos abrindo presentes. Comida, comida, comida, vinhos e presentes. Foi uma farra. Dia 28 seguimos para Atlanta para fazer turimso - aquario, CNN, Museu da Cocacola e para pegarmos Deni e Alvinho que chegavam de noite. Outro voo as 11:35 da noite. (residentes 3 - visitantes 12 - total 15) O pobre do Victor teve que dormir num colchao de ar na sala de visita. Ja no dia 29 fomos levar Tarsis e Rachel que tioveram que voltar para Pittsburgh para celebrar o niver da mae de Rachel. (residentes 3 - visitantes 10; total - 13 ) Mas, a noite nos celebramos o niver de 16 anos de Vitao! Carro e dinheiro na mao, o que mais pode querer a criatura - ah eh , namorada.... deve vir por ai.
Proxima festa - ano novo. Corre o mulheriu para comprar roupa da cor certa para a festa. Foi otimo. Dancamos ate 3 da manha que para os Estados Unidos eh um grande feito. Ate Sebas balancou o esqueleto ate as 2 da manha . Como baiano nao fica quieto, decidimos alugar uma cabana nas montanhas para levarmos as crioncas e os corajosos para esquiar... Eu que jah quebrei meu coccix anos atraz fiquei so de organizadora. Fora o fato de que Deni teve rutura de tendao, foi tudo bem e todo mundo adorou a novidade.
Dia 8 de janeiro, de muleta e tudo seguem Deni e Alvinho de volta para o Brasil para passarem uns dias antes de voltarem para Luanda, Angola (residentes 3 - visitantes -8 ; total 11). Dia 9, Virginia, Nino, Helana, Sebas, Walter, Mima, Vinicius, Flavi e eu seguimos para Washington DC para visitarmos Obama que cancelou na ultima hora por conta de alguns compromissos importantes.... Nao fez mal, aproveitamos para visitar os monumentos e fazer turismo (resientes 2 - visitantes 0 ; total na casa 2).
Dua 11 nos seguimos de Washington e Luiz de Greenville para New York para passarmos frio (residentes 1 - visitantes 0 ; total na casa 1). Alugamos um Ap em Soho por $200.0 a noite - um achado! nunca passei tanto frio na vida. Afffff. Teve um dia que a temperatura mais alta foi -3 C. Mas isso nao interrompeu nosso turismo. Visitamos o Museu de Historia Natural, estatua da liberdade, central park, Rockefeller center, Time Square e ate saimos de noite. Dia 15 eu dei um chega. arrumei minhas malas e Luiz e eu voltamos para Greenville para cuidar do poblre do Victor que ficou abandonado e feliz da vida por estar so e porque. com a neve, nao teve aula a semana toda! A essa altura, a familia jah estava treinada no metro e no ingles e jah podia se virar. Abandonados, o jeito foi voltarem para Salvador onde o sol, o calor e a praia os esperava junto com uma cervejinha gelada e uma moqueca de siri mole. Que felicidade! Que inveja!
De volta a Greenville, encontrei minha casa impecavelmente limpa e organizada mas triste. Domingo de manha foi horrivel, ninguem para conversar, ninguem roubando o sanduiche um do outro, ninguem brigando pelo banheiro. Gracas a Deus estou indo em Abril para o casamento de Deni e para dar continuuidade a festa que nao pode parar!
P.S. Nao esquecam de ler a camisa dos visitantes!
Selene P. Santos
Correspondente de Greenville, SC
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Good News
On Tuesday, I completed a three-week process to obtain a therapist.
Because I have no job, it's free.
Rachel finally managed to convince me that it was a good idea.
<3
Because I have no job, it's free.
Rachel finally managed to convince me that it was a good idea.
<3
Friday, October 8, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
"Third Place"
I had a discussion today with a friend of mine who was brought up by a strict catholic family about her current spiritual meanderings. It went like this:
Me: so why are you interested in voodoo?
Her: Well, it allows me to break away from the parts of catholicism that I don't like, but without having to break away from the symbols I can't seem to let go of.
Me: so what's keeping you from practicing?
Her: having no idea what I'm doing, being too white to ask someone who does, not knowing what to do about the whole chicken sacrifice thing...
Me: So why not just fall into idolatrous worship of the saints?
Her: That's basically my plan. I'm ordering a set of like 200 saint-prayer things form the internet (because I need them anyway) and seeing if any of them mesh with me.
So my brain did this thing where it took that conversation and put it next to this one I had with another friend of mine:
Me: So why Celtic?
Other Friend: because that's where my family is from. I'm an Irish-Italian American, like 2nd or third generation, but still. I'm a really big believer that you should try to keep to the traditions in your blood.
Me: My blood is Brazilian. Like, not even European Brazilian or African-Brazilian. I'm an honest-to-god Brazilian Mutt. My dad's some weird mix of white people, Iberian peninsula, and like an African man thrown in the mix a couple generations back. My mother's father is straight up european from Holland and things. My grandmother has some indiginous brazilian in her somewhere... it's like, pure Brazilian Mutt. So, Candomble?
Other Friend: That's the syncretic religion down there, right?
Me: yep.
Other Friend: I guess so, then.
Me: Yeah, but then I have to worry about having a divination for my Orixa, and the terreiro, and I'm really not tan enough or Brazilian-cultured enough to just walk up to a terreiro and be all like, "Yo! Show me how to feel the divine presence in the way of my little old ancestors!" because there'll be staring n' things. And I know they'll give me one of the mother-goddess orixas, and that's a whole new can of worms right there. (even the female orixa who patrons the arts is a mother-goddess figure)
Which is a bunch of legitimate questions and concerns for me. Should I ask a preist/priestess for a jogo de buzios to divine the orixa I would work with? Can I be all like, "Hey, I have brought for the gods a live chicken as sacrifice, let's dance?" There are gonna be like... rules and things...
I dunno. It's just something to think about.
Me: so why are you interested in voodoo?
Her: Well, it allows me to break away from the parts of catholicism that I don't like, but without having to break away from the symbols I can't seem to let go of.
Me: so what's keeping you from practicing?
Her: having no idea what I'm doing, being too white to ask someone who does, not knowing what to do about the whole chicken sacrifice thing...
Me: So why not just fall into idolatrous worship of the saints?
Her: That's basically my plan. I'm ordering a set of like 200 saint-prayer things form the internet (because I need them anyway) and seeing if any of them mesh with me.
So my brain did this thing where it took that conversation and put it next to this one I had with another friend of mine:
Me: So why Celtic?
Other Friend: because that's where my family is from. I'm an Irish-Italian American, like 2nd or third generation, but still. I'm a really big believer that you should try to keep to the traditions in your blood.
Me: My blood is Brazilian. Like, not even European Brazilian or African-Brazilian. I'm an honest-to-god Brazilian Mutt. My dad's some weird mix of white people, Iberian peninsula, and like an African man thrown in the mix a couple generations back. My mother's father is straight up european from Holland and things. My grandmother has some indiginous brazilian in her somewhere... it's like, pure Brazilian Mutt. So, Candomble?
Other Friend: That's the syncretic religion down there, right?
Me: yep.
Other Friend: I guess so, then.
Me: Yeah, but then I have to worry about having a divination for my Orixa, and the terreiro, and I'm really not tan enough or Brazilian-cultured enough to just walk up to a terreiro and be all like, "Yo! Show me how to feel the divine presence in the way of my little old ancestors!" because there'll be staring n' things. And I know they'll give me one of the mother-goddess orixas, and that's a whole new can of worms right there. (even the female orixa who patrons the arts is a mother-goddess figure)
Which is a bunch of legitimate questions and concerns for me. Should I ask a preist/priestess for a jogo de buzios to divine the orixa I would work with? Can I be all like, "Hey, I have brought for the gods a live chicken as sacrifice, let's dance?" There are gonna be like... rules and things...
I dunno. It's just something to think about.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Caetano
So, the other day I was sitting on a bus with Rachel, and I saw her pull out a set of lyrics from her portuguese class. It was a song by Caetano Veloso. I go, "Hey! we should listen to it together." She pulls out her iphone; I pull out my splitter. Away we go. I'm expecting something cute based on the lyrics. However! Once the song starts to play, a sudden realization hits me.
I have heard this song a million times already and just never bothered to learn the words.
O Leaozihno. XD I think half of Pittsburgh thinks I'm crazy now from how often I just start giggling to myself on busses. eh.
Also, Rachel wants to know if there's a magazine she can subscribe to in the US that is in Portuguese and pertains to her interests. Think Cosmo.
I have heard this song a million times already and just never bothered to learn the words.
O Leaozihno. XD I think half of Pittsburgh thinks I'm crazy now from how often I just start giggling to myself on busses. eh.
Also, Rachel wants to know if there's a magazine she can subscribe to in the US that is in Portuguese and pertains to her interests. Think Cosmo.
Friday, September 10, 2010
just news
Realmente a familia está pelo mundo. Agora temos mais um membro na África. Calma ...... não é em Angola. O nobre membro, Walter Paschoal, está em Camarões participando de um programa de incentivo do governo brasileiro aos paises africanos.
Ele está ministrando treinamento sobre cultivo de mudas da lavoura cacaueira. Chic não é?
Estou muito feliz com isso.
Boa sorte Tinho. Todos estão torcendo por você !!!!!!
Ele está ministrando treinamento sobre cultivo de mudas da lavoura cacaueira. Chic não é?
Estou muito feliz com isso.
Boa sorte Tinho. Todos estão torcendo por você !!!!!!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
"Boy que eh boy nao come mel, chupa abelha!
Isso eh o que fala meu marido Oscar que voltou a vida de playboy: comprou uma motocicleta aos 60 hahahahaha! Victor acha o maior barato que o pai agora anda de moto.
Diz ele que vai praticar para ir ate Pittsburgh ver Tarsis. Agora a vizinhanca tem que tomar cuidado duplo, Luiz com a moto e Victor com carteira de motorista.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Tarsis: This is news?
So I have a three day weekend! Monday is Labor day, a national holiday. On top of that, my english teacher will be out of town on friday, so I'll only have one class! :D This gives me more time to work on my paper.
So my english teacher is irritating. We read short stories about girls being dragged out of their homes and murdered, about conditions in rural Peru, about what happens to you when you're the maid's daughter, etc. Then she goes off on long diatribes about how the world is a horrible place. "It's horrible," she says, "and we don't realize it because we live in such a nice country." I admit that it's important that people know how horrible a place the world can be. I admit that ultimately her point is to make us feel more grateful about our education and hopeful about our prospects in life and that this is a good point to be making.
However, I have two issues with this. First, she's distracting the class from the actual study of English. She spends so long making her point about how the world is a Bad Place that we don't talk about the art of writing. Metaphor, simile, allegory, tone: we don't talk about any of these things. On top of that, I think she's intimidating my classmates, making it even less likely for them to start talking in class. She doesn't keep her eyes open for students raising their hands to talk about the piece, so if you wanted to comment on one point the teacher made, you have to wait until she's made four or five more. By the time you want to comment on how the author purposefully left out women in his story (and why), she's talking about how horrible it is that Muslim women end up covered head to toe. The story took place in Argentina.
Second, I already know all of this. I've seen houses made out of plywood, tarp, and garbage bags. I already knew that some people will maim children to make them more effective beggars. I know that when China had a huge drought in the last century, people were down to eating dirt. Literally, they were eating dirt. I've had to deal with my guilt about being arbitrarily given a chance to make something of myself. It's in the past.
The worst part is that there isn't much I can do that won't get me kicked out of class. At least, I haven't thought of anything short of calling her out on it, and I can't think of a nice way to word, "You need to stop talking about the issues and start talking about English."
But hey, I don't have to see her again until Wednesday, and then it'll be two days of presentations by my classmates! So no lecture from her for over a week! :D
So my english teacher is irritating. We read short stories about girls being dragged out of their homes and murdered, about conditions in rural Peru, about what happens to you when you're the maid's daughter, etc. Then she goes off on long diatribes about how the world is a horrible place. "It's horrible," she says, "and we don't realize it because we live in such a nice country." I admit that it's important that people know how horrible a place the world can be. I admit that ultimately her point is to make us feel more grateful about our education and hopeful about our prospects in life and that this is a good point to be making.
However, I have two issues with this. First, she's distracting the class from the actual study of English. She spends so long making her point about how the world is a Bad Place that we don't talk about the art of writing. Metaphor, simile, allegory, tone: we don't talk about any of these things. On top of that, I think she's intimidating my classmates, making it even less likely for them to start talking in class. She doesn't keep her eyes open for students raising their hands to talk about the piece, so if you wanted to comment on one point the teacher made, you have to wait until she's made four or five more. By the time you want to comment on how the author purposefully left out women in his story (and why), she's talking about how horrible it is that Muslim women end up covered head to toe. The story took place in Argentina.
Second, I already know all of this. I've seen houses made out of plywood, tarp, and garbage bags. I already knew that some people will maim children to make them more effective beggars. I know that when China had a huge drought in the last century, people were down to eating dirt. Literally, they were eating dirt. I've had to deal with my guilt about being arbitrarily given a chance to make something of myself. It's in the past.
The worst part is that there isn't much I can do that won't get me kicked out of class. At least, I haven't thought of anything short of calling her out on it, and I can't think of a nice way to word, "You need to stop talking about the issues and start talking about English."
But hey, I don't have to see her again until Wednesday, and then it'll be two days of presentations by my classmates! So no lecture from her for over a week! :D
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
beginning
Oi gente
Como veem estou bem no incio deste novo processo. Na verdade eu adorei esta historia de blog familiar, é uma ótima forma de estarmos sempre atualizados sobre nossa familia, de saber o que cada um anda fazendo pq muitas vezes por telefone é mieo difícil.
Bom, isto me remete a este pedaço de fim do mundo onde vivo. Se não fosse a internet eu estava ilhada . O telefone está cada vez pior, não consigo fazer qualquer ligação .Tenho ligado pelo skype mas isto só funciona uma parte do dia. Mas vai -se levando.
Acabei de voltar do Brasil, mesmo após 7 anos , ainda preciso de uma semana ou mais para me readaptar. Estou com muita saudade dos meninos.
Beijos
Como veem estou bem no incio deste novo processo. Na verdade eu adorei esta historia de blog familiar, é uma ótima forma de estarmos sempre atualizados sobre nossa familia, de saber o que cada um anda fazendo pq muitas vezes por telefone é mieo difícil.
Bom, isto me remete a este pedaço de fim do mundo onde vivo. Se não fosse a internet eu estava ilhada . O telefone está cada vez pior, não consigo fazer qualquer ligação .Tenho ligado pelo skype mas isto só funciona uma parte do dia. Mas vai -se levando.
Acabei de voltar do Brasil, mesmo após 7 anos , ainda preciso de uma semana ou mais para me readaptar. Estou com muita saudade dos meninos.
Beijos
Monday, August 30, 2010
Back to Asheville............
Just for e weekend............... I went to see my friend Luciana whom I have not seeing in months. It was great. We talked until one in the morning and still have lots to talk next time we see each other which I am hoping, will be soon.
We went to an Asian restaurant for dinner where the food is delicious with Julia and a friend who look just like Barbie, and yes just as dumb. She is really nice though. Ashevile has grown in the 12 years we moved from there. Downtown has really expended and has lots of bars and restaurnats. Very artsy as usual but with a bit more to do. Still, I would not want to go back and live there. Greenville has a different energy that suits us so much more. Asheville is still too quiet for me.
I am glad I have Luciana living there because it gives me a chance to go back and enjoy what the city has to offer.
We went to an Asian restaurant for dinner where the food is delicious with Julia and a friend who look just like Barbie, and yes just as dumb. She is really nice though. Ashevile has grown in the 12 years we moved from there. Downtown has really expended and has lots of bars and restaurnats. Very artsy as usual but with a bit more to do. Still, I would not want to go back and live there. Greenville has a different energy that suits us so much more. Asheville is still too quiet for me.
I am glad I have Luciana living there because it gives me a chance to go back and enjoy what the city has to offer.
Call of Duty
So, I am a mother and a mother is usually over protective and over concerned and over the top, etc.............. Victor , who is 15 and a half (if I forget the half he gets upset) is playing quite a bit of Call of Duty, a horrible bloody game with lots of shooting. I hate this type of games because they are violent and I am not really sure how much of this he internalizes. Does he differentiates between real and virtual? He gets extremely upset when he looses, as if his very existence depends on him winning. All I hear is him screaming "are you kidding me?" or 'That's a lie". I don't see him enjoying the strategy of the game, if there is one.............. On top of that, Victor has a temper which has gotten much better of the years but is very much there.
3 years ago I prohibit him to play Grand Theft Auto LA because I saw a scene of a person kicking another person while he was on the ground, not to mention the language. He got that as a present and I got rid of it. I told him, no Mature games. Now he is playing COD, another M game and I am not sure what to make of it. He is 15 and impressionable. I don't worry about these games being Milli-tainment as much because he has no tendencies to enlist but I do worry about the violence.
Everything is a battle with him, of course being a teen and boy and temperamental, we are always on a heated discussion about something. Right now we are arguing over the fact that he is getting his license but I am not letting him drive by himself across town to school. On that one, I am firm and have no doubts. On the game thing, I am not sure which way to go. Let him play or take away from him. Any takers?
3 years ago I prohibit him to play Grand Theft Auto LA because I saw a scene of a person kicking another person while he was on the ground, not to mention the language. He got that as a present and I got rid of it. I told him, no Mature games. Now he is playing COD, another M game and I am not sure what to make of it. He is 15 and impressionable. I don't worry about these games being Milli-tainment as much because he has no tendencies to enlist but I do worry about the violence.
Everything is a battle with him, of course being a teen and boy and temperamental, we are always on a heated discussion about something. Right now we are arguing over the fact that he is getting his license but I am not letting him drive by himself across town to school. On that one, I am firm and have no doubts. On the game thing, I am not sure which way to go. Let him play or take away from him. Any takers?
Sunday, August 29, 2010
#$%@#$#!!!!!
I finally sat down today and figured out what I have to do to get a driver's license. (With a list of forms and everything!) Go me? I have to get a learner's permit and then take the driving test, but at least this time I don't have to wait 6 months. woop de-friggin'-doo? eh.
The first week of school turned out to be disappointing. I forgot how much below my level of education CCAC is. I should stop expecting them to do things like.... well, think. At least I like the material for all my classes, and I'm 99% sure I'm getting straight A's.
On the bright side, I will still have a couple hundred dollars left over after buying books! huzzah!
Even better, we had a lasagna party yesterday. I made the lasagna with fresh pasta made by my roommate, Tuttle. Everyone loved it. :D We have no leftovers. D: But! We have plenty of fresh angel hair pasta for tonight because Tuttle made too much pasta last night! :D
Life is still good; I'm just irritated.
The first week of school turned out to be disappointing. I forgot how much below my level of education CCAC is. I should stop expecting them to do things like.... well, think. At least I like the material for all my classes, and I'm 99% sure I'm getting straight A's.
On the bright side, I will still have a couple hundred dollars left over after buying books! huzzah!
Even better, we had a lasagna party yesterday. I made the lasagna with fresh pasta made by my roommate, Tuttle. Everyone loved it. :D We have no leftovers. D: But! We have plenty of fresh angel hair pasta for tonight because Tuttle made too much pasta last night! :D
Life is still good; I'm just irritated.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Where have you been?!?
Where HAVE I been! Where have I been?
I've been stuck in the suburbs (Rachel's parents' house) for two days puppy-sitting a chocolate lab that isn't house trained. I hate dogs. I hate suburbia. But now I am back!
More importantly, school has started. three of my classes started this week: English composition 2 (comp2), the Anthropology of Globalization (Anthro), and History of the World's Religions (Relig). In two weeks I start History of Modern Art (art), and Intro to Theater. ...or so THEY think!
I wanted to sign up for a literature course. Because comp2 is the prerequisite for a proper literature course, that would mean waiting or talking to a teacher. So, I signed up for theater because it counts toward my literature requirement in case this crazy plan doesn't work, and it gives me time to find a better course.
I forgot how dumb the people at CCAC are. eh.
I've been stuck in the suburbs (Rachel's parents' house) for two days puppy-sitting a chocolate lab that isn't house trained. I hate dogs. I hate suburbia. But now I am back!
More importantly, school has started. three of my classes started this week: English composition 2 (comp2), the Anthropology of Globalization (Anthro), and History of the World's Religions (Relig). In two weeks I start History of Modern Art (art), and Intro to Theater. ...or so THEY think!
I wanted to sign up for a literature course. Because comp2 is the prerequisite for a proper literature course, that would mean waiting or talking to a teacher. So, I signed up for theater because it counts toward my literature requirement in case this crazy plan doesn't work, and it gives me time to find a better course.
I forgot how dumb the people at CCAC are. eh.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
These boots were made for... kung fu?
Julian had his birthday party last night. Because his roommate is moving, there are boxes all over his apartment and almost no floorspace, so he had it in our apartment. Fortunately, all of Julian's friends are people who would rather drink gin and tonics and discuss whether or not J.K. Rowling is racist or not than to drink beer and get rowdy. Therefore, it was a lovely party and my apartment is not in shambles, though there is an unusually large collection of sparkling water bottles on the kitchen table.
I also got to be useful in a way I've never been useful before! One of the guests, Toph, said he was interested in studying neo-paganism but didn't know where to start. So I actually managed to give him good advice: learn to meditate, read books about mythology, gather basic altar supplies, and don't trust the internet. :D Hoorah for being useful!
Final piece of news: our third roomie has moved in! Tuttle is a CMU student with long, frizzy blond hair. He's a nice guy, but a little overenthusiastic sometimes. Google is probably hiring him; he start working there next summer. He is very exited about the oversized beanbag he bought for the living room.
The title of the post refers to the discussion Julian, Sara and I got into regarding how vulnerable I feel in heels, and this being caused mostly by my martial arts training me teaching me to stay on my flat feet. They tried to argue that it is possible to learn to fight in heels, and that it doesn't have to present a monstrous disadvantage.
I am still not convinced that this mythic "Stiletto Style" martial art exists. I must find the master of the style, hidden high up in the mountains, and train with her.
Incidentally, Julian looks really good in heels, tight black pants, tight black shirt, gray lace shirt over it, and strange womans' sweater. I wish I had taken a picture.
I also got to be useful in a way I've never been useful before! One of the guests, Toph, said he was interested in studying neo-paganism but didn't know where to start. So I actually managed to give him good advice: learn to meditate, read books about mythology, gather basic altar supplies, and don't trust the internet. :D Hoorah for being useful!
Final piece of news: our third roomie has moved in! Tuttle is a CMU student with long, frizzy blond hair. He's a nice guy, but a little overenthusiastic sometimes. Google is probably hiring him; he start working there next summer. He is very exited about the oversized beanbag he bought for the living room.
The title of the post refers to the discussion Julian, Sara and I got into regarding how vulnerable I feel in heels, and this being caused mostly by my martial arts training me teaching me to stay on my flat feet. They tried to argue that it is possible to learn to fight in heels, and that it doesn't have to present a monstrous disadvantage.
I am still not convinced that this mythic "Stiletto Style" martial art exists. I must find the master of the style, hidden high up in the mountains, and train with her.
Incidentally, Julian looks really good in heels, tight black pants, tight black shirt, gray lace shirt over it, and strange womans' sweater. I wish I had taken a picture.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
apparently I'm interesting?
So last night Rachel and I went to a gender-bending burlesque! It was a mere $5. The whole troupe was female bodied but the gender's ranged from transitionless transman to femme lesbian. If that was confusing just don't think about it.
The show was mostly geared toward making people feel better about their strange and diverse identities: fat, girly, man stuck in a woman's body, etc. It was a cute show; I liked it. When we met up with friends at a coffeehouse afterward, we all kinda agreed that (while it was cute and enjoyable) the show wasn't as revolutionary as it wanted to be.
Or maybe we're just too used to queer people.
The show was mostly geared toward making people feel better about their strange and diverse identities: fat, girly, man stuck in a woman's body, etc. It was a cute show; I liked it. When we met up with friends at a coffeehouse afterward, we all kinda agreed that (while it was cute and enjoyable) the show wasn't as revolutionary as it wanted to be.
Or maybe we're just too used to queer people.
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