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A Full Hour into Nap-fu

About this hot

About this hot

And, I was rudely awakened by thunder.

Today started off well, cloudy and cool, then it became an inferno. Dante would have felt at home.

We were promised 36ºC, the highest in the country.

Bt the time I got home from the supermarket, it was 40ish+Cº (106ºF)

I rushed to put the things that required refrigerating into the fridge and went next door to rehydrate for an hour before Nap-fu practice.

The next thing, I am rudely awakened by thunder.

I sincerely hope it rains, and rains a lot, because the plants in the praça need it badly.

They tell us there is no inflation. I paid my bill at the botequim… 2xbeer, 3xsmall bottles of soda (for the kids) and 2x cigarettes. I proffered R$25. Raimundo apologised when he gave me a miserable 35 centavos change.

Well, easy come, easy go as the saying goes.

beamazingI feel like I should be doing something amazing.

But in this heat it is hard.

Unless, you count the dishes and watering the plants.

I just poked my nose out the gate to investigate the noise, the kids are barefoot in the street dancing on the asphalt to avoid the heat. Another negative for our new asphalted street. The old parallelapipado (cobblestones) never got hot like that.

At least it will be a little cooler when I have to go to work at 6pm, and there will be some shade along the way.

Tonight is Halloween.

Happy Halloween!

In the silly box today… Britain. They are talking about putting calories on wine and beer, etc in an effort to combat obesity. The fools. Ban all forms of soda that use HFCS, is the amswer. How do I know this? I have given up all Coca Cola and shit in favour of sparkling mineral water. I still drink beer and wine. The weight is dropping off. Yes, another silly idea by politicians. They really are a bunch of wankers.

After tens of thousands took to the street on Tuesday regalling the internet tax in Hungary, they’ve dropped the idea. I guess they realised it wasn’t popular.

Chile has become the latest country to move marijuana laws. It is now pemitted to grow medicinal cannabis.

The music stinks too

The music stinks too

Next week Rio is playing host to Skank, a Brazilian band… the way they pronouce Skank in Portuguese it sounds like sunk.

They expect thousands to enjoy the smell music.

Today at the botequim, a young lad entered with his shorts at halfmast showing off his underwear as is the current craze. When he spoke to me, I told him that when he learns to wear his clothes properly, I’ll talk to him…

And I wonder why they call me a velho caduco (grumpy old man). I hate that.

Britain is paying off some of its debt… wait for it… for WW I.

My guava trees are blossoming like crazy.

Laden with blossoms

Laden with blossoms

Keeping the little fruit bees busy as… well, bees. These flowers I took yesterday are already dead ready to produce little guava.

It’s 4pm, I have a couple of blogs to post on before work, so I will move right along.

Later.

Oh Dear…

I did it again!

What a pusillanimous excuse.

roblemalbecI missed yesterday. I was busy. I woke from my Nap-fu practice to the smell of BBQ wafting through my bedroom window. After shaking myself awake, I followed my nose… and found myself amongst genial company, BBQ smoked pork ribs and beer; and that was the day gone. I took over a bottle of Argentine Malbec and some queijo coalho (grilling cheese) on sticks, and proceeded to get genial.

It was a good thing I didn’t have classes yesterday.

WordPress has done it again. They made a new ‘My Sites’ page that I began to use as my base. It was great. Then they ‘fixed’ it; it wasn’t broken. They made it a two column affair, which was okay, but they left out the ‘new post’ link which made it about as much use as tits on a bull. I haven’t opened it since, but have rather gone back to my previous method of opening the new post page. People will meddle! I went to the WP site to complain, and they had closed comments… Pffft!

I made a breakthough the other day. I finally, after years of mystery, managed to make a transparent background .gif image on CorelDraw. Now all I have to do is remember how I did it, so that I can do it again…

Today is Marilyn Munro Day. Why? Marilyn Munro was a screen whore; why have a day for her? I’d rather she was forgotten as the miserable example she was to women. Apparently it’s also Black Cat Day, I’d rather see a black cat than MM. So we finally have to double up days so we can give everyone and everything a shot at being famous/remembered for a day.

Tomorrow is the end of October. Halloween. Another month of 2014 will have bitten the dust and become relegated to history. Only two more months of this year left… where did it all go?

A Leonardo da Vinci selfie

A Leonardo da Vinci selfie

Selfies have become the scourge of the internet.

Anybody with a digital camera or cellphone takes them with abandon.

But selfies are not a new idea, they’ve been around for centuries. Leonardo da Vinci, among many toher artists, took selfies. And they were a damned sight better than digital ones.

I finished the asparagus for a morning snack. My pee won’t smell funny anymore.

It’s lunch time, I’ve missed most of the news by posting this. Time just flies when you’re having fun.

Lunch today the last of the fish.

Tomorrow will have to be a supermarket day.

Hot hot day out there. The sun is very intense, so I’m staying inside under the fan with iced water.

Later.

Pusillanimous

funny-coffee-memeLove that word! Pusillanimous, just rolls off the tongue with pure venom.

Moving along…

Lovely sunny day today, after yesterday’s start and stop sunshine.

Lunch was piece of salmon grilled in olive oil and capers, served on pickled beetroot with asparagus.

My pee smelled funny all night; asparagus does that to you.

This morning I was having my first coffee before six. I slept well last night. Went to bed around 9:30 and slipped into a coma.

I’m pretty sure that either Simon or Garfunkel was staring into a wonderful cup of black coffee when they coined the lyrics for The Sound of Silence…

Great song.

Yesterday TV was full of election post mortems. Come on it’s over, let it rest until 2018, you made your decisions.

However, even though we got the blonde bimbo back. the result has given her a bit of a shock and she realises that a lot of the people want big changes, and if they don’t get them, it will mean the end of PT reign at the next election. This term she is carrying the party on her shoulders.

Lovely yummy chocolate

Lovely yummy chocolate

Chocolate, wonderful stuff.

It has long been recognised that dark chocolate is good for the heart; in small doses, 50grammes a day.

But yesterday in the news they have discovered there is an ingredient in chocolate that reduces memory loss.

Bring on the chocolate!

Now, what was I saying…

Obviously, I’m not eating enough.

Now for the silly box.

Britain has said it will no longer support missions to save illegal migrants from drowning in the Mediterranean. Well, that’s just lovely! Callous bastards!

Is your MAOA gene a low activity gene? This is the ‘warrior gene’ the one responsible for aggressive behaviour. A Finnish study shows that such people are 13x more likely to commit repetitive violent offences than people with a normal version of this gene.

I took mine out and stuck it on the cellphone charger just in case…

Five minutes to news time. I usually make lunch during the news, sneaking peeks around the kitchen door if anything sounds interesting.

Lost. Australia lost one of its pieces a few millenia ago, it turned up under Vanuatu in the South Pacific.

Later.

Reducing Coffee

a.aaa-Wheres-the-coffeeI have been busy this morning reducing the amount of fresh coffee available in the world.

Oh, come on, you didn’t think that I was reducing coffee… seriously?

It’s Monday, I need double doses.

Well, aside from the pleasantries of sushi and beer at the botequim, much of yesterday centred around election mania. Conversations varied from quiet commentary to pitched feverish debates; only stopping short of fisticuffs.

The election upshot was we got the incumbent idiot back, the religious bigot was sent back with his tail between his legs like the cur he is.

I have just seen the breakdown of results. The bigot, who was a bishop in the Igreja Universal (Universal Church of Christ) which is the biggest evangelical church in the country, did better in the polls in suburbs where the various evangelical churches proliferate, that is the poor areas. These are churches that steal billions in tithes from the poor in Brazil in the name of Jesus… oh and that’s not an annual figure, it’s monthly.

But the upshot is that because he was running for governor, he had to resign his seat in the senate as well, so he’s out of politics for the time being. I guarantee that he goes running back to the church for a living.

The Village Idot poses for selfies

The Village Idot poses for selfies

So we’ve got the village idiot back.

The other electoral news is that the blonde bimbo scraped through with less than 2% of the vote to keep her derrière warming the presidential seat

I really thought the Brazilian was a little more intelligent, and realised it was time for a change. Especially after the exposé during the week that both the blonde bimbo and her predecessor knew all the details of the Petrobras funding scandal, which she has gone on record to deny calling the report political assasination.

My view is that where there’s smoke, there’s fire.

So the weekend finished on a high note and a low note.

I went to the botequim again before bed and watched the final results of the election, one beer and back home to bed.

Hungarians are angry at the proposals by the government to tax data downloads.

Nap-fu practice completed with excellence.

I just had a treat. Yesterday I used spring onion greens in the sushi, today I ate the onion parts dipped in salt with bread ‘n butter. Nostalgia, a taste from my childhood. My father liked them like that, and I am my father’s son.

Time has rolled along, I have a feeling in my water that it’s beer o’clock. The sun is out so I shall enjoy it sitting on the botequim veranda watching nothing happen in the park.

Whoops, too late… the clouds just shut out the sun. So I’ll go and wait for it to come out again.

Later.

Weekendish

betweenSat&SunWith my screwed up Saturdays, Sunday doesn’t really feel like Sunday anymore.

If the powers that be can stuff around with daylight saving, surely they could invent a new weekend day.

I’m sure I’m not the only one who would approve.

Laundry lady came, babbled a lot and went.

While ignoring the banal banter I managed to post, and here I am at the end of the day. It’s only 5pm, but I consider that a Sunday the day ends here.

It’s election day, so no football.

On a Sunday there is nothing but crap on TV from midday until 9pm. then there’s a current affairs programme that sometimes too can be crap, although not always. Sometimes it exposes the nefarious goings ons of politicians, government or criminals… there I go, repeating myself again.

I love the opening of this programme.

Quite ethereal.

I made a huge tray of sushi today and took it to the botequim. I’m getting quite proficient now and it only took me an hour and a half from washing the rice to eating with my first beer. A half dozen of the fregües (regulars) like it and participate and the tray didn’t last long.

So that was my contribution for the day.

I came back home for Nap-fu practice, which I might add was successful.

In my despising daylight savings, it appears that I am not alone. The Russians tried DST as a permanent fixture. But this weekend they are returning to ‘normal’ time for the last time. No more DST.

As there is nothing on TV, and the botequim crowd are people I don’t know, I may see if I can rest, although guilty feelings about the dishes may reign supreme.

Meanwhile, think about that extra day… what would we call a new day between Saturday and Sunday?

Later.

Interrupted… by Beer

Beer Glass

Interrupted by beer

Yes, what a wonderful way to recover from a screwed up Saturday.

Second class didn’t show, so I wetn home.

Crashed until 3pm

Botequim, football and beer.

More football at 9pm, my team, Flamengo.

I’ve just had a snack, ham & parsley omelette.

That’s one of the things I like living alone, you can have breakfast food for a late afternoon snack, and there’s no-one to say “Boo!”

For the footy match later, it’ll probably be pizza and beer. Although a lot depends if Raimundo decides to fire up the BBQ. Plans are fluid at this stage.

So, apart from work, snooze and beer, not a lot has heppened. Life seems a bit of a drag at the mopment.

Brazil has the run-off election for president tomorrow. Also there is a run-ff for governor of Rio state where we have a choice between an idiot and a religious bigot. I have just seen the latest figures, it looks like the idiot will win by 10%. Thank heavens for idiots. In the news just now there was news that the evangelical church where the religious bigot was a bishop has been campaigning inside the church, which is prohibited by law.

Ugly beast

Ugly beast

Eleven Brazilians in Rio were poisoned by eating badly prepared baiacu (blowfish). This fish is considered the second most poisonour animal in the world. The Japanese eat fugu, but it has to be especially prepared to avoid releasing the toxins.

Pays to know what you’re doing.

Headline news: Queen Elizabeth has tweeted… Wow! #queen

Ebola has surpassed 10,000 cases, and deaths have reached 5,000. It’s not going to go away folks.

It’s getting on time for pizza, beer and football.

Later.

Half a Mind

half_a_mind_button-r72ee8ec3c9cf4889ba9915ddc407db02_x7j3i_8byvr_512I was of half a mind last night, should I post, or should I go to bed.

Bed won!

So yesterday was a rare day in which I didn’t post here. Besides there was nothing much to post about. Lunch was fried fish bits and tartare sauce at the botequim, with beer; and I watered the plants.

So I wake to another screwed up Saturday.

I posted some about midnight, and the rest this morning, I’ve got one to go after this and another coffee.

I’ve got the coffee; and a glance at the wall clock tells me I won’t get much more done here as I should put my pants on, behave like a teacher and toddle off.

“I’ll be back!” Those famous words…

Later.

A Late Start

meltingairthNot me, I’ve been on the go since 7am.

We have been promised a hot day after our cool since Monday. I doubt we will get to the predicted high of 30ºC, as the sun is still trying to bust through the cloud cover. The lack of promised rain meant that I had to return to unwilting wilting plants today. I also watered myself; I let the hose drop to close the gate, and it flipped over and showered me with icy cold water. Not amused.

Lunch was an enticing leftover affair, french fries, two slices of pizza and a piece of wienerschnitzel reheated. So there is some space in the fridge for real food.

Classes today beginning at four, home at 8:30, just in time to miss everything I usually watch on TV.

male-neanderthal-pulling-female-neaNeanderthal sex… now I realise that most women think that men are Neanderthals when it comes to sex. But scientists have been able to pinpoint when homosapiens had sex with Neanderthals. Surprising how much information they can get from a single leg bone found in Siberia. Another fact, did you know that 2% of modern DNA is Neanderthal? So we are all a bit Neanderthal when it comes to the crunch.

British police are looking into the use of TASERS after figures show that 80% of incidents are against mentally disturbed, black and ethnic minorites.

American military leaders have admitted that they grossly underestimated the problems in invading Afghanistan. As did the Russians before them, and the Britich before the Russians. Seems like we never learn.

We read a lot about invasive species, plants and animals that have been transported to new habitats and then wreak havoc on existing plants and animals.

But we never read about the planet’s most invasive species, that does exactly the same; moves to a new area, destroys plants and wildlife, rapes and pollutes the land. Yes, folks, I am talking about us. Are we not the most dangerous invasive species?

That’s something to think about.

Later.

I am so cool

Not cool... just another little wanker

Not cool… just another little wanker

No, NOT Joe Cool, or Bieber cool.

The weather is cool, and therefore I am too. I’m not complaining, it’s pleasant after our recent hot spell.

I read of an ingenious way of getting around the problem of no net on An Englishman in Italy. I love his blog. After his post, I commented: “I have a similar problem at work. No, it doesn’t involve a yacht’s mast, yet. I was able to get a connection when the other firm occupied the room next to my classroom. But they moved across the road. It was fine when they had the router near the front window, but they moved it to the back room; now with an extra wall between us sometimes I do and sometimes I don’t. Maybe I should look for a mast…”

If you want to understand the yacht mast you’ll have to read his side of the story.

It was so handy having the net in class. I used to d/load music and song lyrics and also to demonstrate things relating to English culture. I must try and convince my bossette that the net is a good teaching aid, but she is very old fashioned and bleats about the cost of everything. Last week I asked for fly spray to combat mosquitoes that were annoying students; you’d have thought I had asked her to put a down payment on the crown jewels instead of an R$8 can of spray. Then I got a lecture about how to use it frugally.

Apparently people do cook lipstick

Apparently people do cook lipstick

Did you know that the average woman consumes 6lbs of lipstick in a lifetime… Quite frankly, I am amazed, I have never thought of eating lipstick, I wonder how they cook it, or is it eaten raw?

On a different eating theme. I love avocado milkshakes. Half an avocado, lots of ice and milk. into the blender.

Drink it until the pain hits, right at the base of the skull. Brain Freeze! Oh why do I do it.

Last week I made them for my kids when they visited.

Emmylee’s immediate response, “I’m not drinking that, it’s Shrek poo!” Sigh, that’s an eight year old for you.

I showed her the avocado skins and finally convinced her to try it. She liked it. Now they’re called Shrek poo!

Shrek poop

Shrek poop

Ebola. They’ve been telling us lies… again. In 1990 Ebola was recognised as being airborne.

The British pound is falling, it has upset money markets. Now tell me again where is this economic recovery they keep talking about.

Hong Kong situation explained in intelligable language by Andrew in a great post. Thanks Andrew, that was well done.

Must be time for Nap-fu practice.

Later.

Is Monday gone yet?

TGInotMondayBoy, that was a rough one.

But I survived.

Now I’m safely in Tuesday.

I did the dishes yesterday… then I cooked lunch. Now I need to do the dishes again.

I have supermarketed. Spent R$151, but when I put it all away in the cupboards and fridge it looks as though I need to go to the supermarket still.

Had a couple of wonderful ham, lettuce and mustard sandwiches when i got home.

My afternoon student has cancelled, so just one class today at 6pm. Leaves me plenty of time to finish this post comfortably. I’ve already done the rest.

Cool day today, overcast, trying to rain. It has pitterd and pattered a couple of times, but nothing like we were promised.

Recently I have been following a South African blog, Boeta. It’s a mixed blog, family and nature and has some wonderful stories and some wonderful nature shots.

Karoo Robin or Scrub-Robin (Cercotrichas coryphoeus)

There’s a sample for you.

Andrew, if you happen to be reading, you may well enjoy these photos. I haven’t seen your avatar there.

I am cooking off some betroot ready for pickling. I just love pickled beetroot; and it’s always popular when I have a BBQ. Brazilians just eat it boiled, or grated finely raw on salads. No imagination.

There’s been a report floating around this week that our Blonde Bimbo felt dizzy after a political debate against her rival for president. I wonder why that made the news because she’s been dizzy for years.

Pretty poppies everywhere

Pretty poppies everywhere

Silly box candidates for today… Northern Ireland for introducing a law to target prostitues’ clients in an effort to get rid of prostitution. These politicians are so pathetic, until they tackle the real cause of prostitution, marriage, it won’t ever go away.

And the USA for spending $7.8bn on anti-drug measures in Afghanistan only to have a record bumper crop like never before. Money wasted. Imagine the impact if that money had been spent on education programmes to reduce opium usage at home…

Other headline news, Kate is pregnant again. The world is to have yet another prince/ss. Whoopi!

South African athlete Oscar Pistorius is sentenced to five years in jail for killing his girlfriend. Fine, now maybe we’ll get some real news.

The beetroot is cooked. Time to go and pickle it.

Later.

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