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Burp!

howIfeelWell, not so much a burp.

Rather a case of hiccoughs.

A burp is once only, normally not so disruptive, unless it happens to be sufficently oppulent and it might then shock an old lady out of her prim little socks.

Yesterday my internet had a case of hiccoughs.

It was just before 6pm when I realised that I hadn’t posted here. I opened the ‘Beep beep boop’ page and wrote the title and that was as far as I got when I discovered the net was down. Not an ISP problem, but further up the chain as sometimes happens; nothing the ISP can do about it, except wait patiently.

The net eventually returned, only to go down again. Then it was a case of up and down for the rest of the evening until I gave up and went to bed. I was so miffed that I haven’t replied to some comments from yesterday. I’ll get on to that after this post.

It was up again when I woke, but already past the midnight deadline, so I missed and decided it can wait for morning.

I finally found a New Years resolution that I am sure to abide by. Not to become a pole dancer in Mongolia. I think that’s a fairly safe bet. Maybe next year, but I vow that it will not happen this year.

Yesterday was hot. No classes, the botequim was open, so there was only one logical choice. I went. Only to find out that a regular was about to pass the supermarket; an idea that I had been procrastinating. I accepted the offer, changed and went.

Lunch was a sandwich snack. Fresh ham and chopped spring onion greens. Just enenough to keep the walls of my stomach from collaspsing in on each other and went to the bar with a plate sliced Provolone cheese drowned in olive oil and spring onions to nibble on.

With a chilled beer and nibbles, I proceeded to do nothing for the rest of the day.

Nap-fu.

NOT these mutton chops

NOT these mutton chops

On returning to the botequim once I discovered the net was down, one of the fregües mentioned that he had found a place that sold mutton chops.

I have never seen mutton chops for sale in Brazil before. I knew that on rare occasions they had them…

The mere thought of mutton chops with gravy or homemade mint sauce set my wouth watering.

Want!

Today I will go and get some for the next BBQ.

I am now being tormented by the prospect and have visions of delicious chops floating before my eyes… No, wait that’s probably an early sign of cornea problems.

Visions waft before my eyes

Visions waft before my eyes

The Charlie Hebdo massacre in Paris has shocked the world. A terrible thing to happen. Islamic leaders all over the world have decried the actions of the terrorists, reiterating that such acts are in no way connected to the ideals of Islam. But we have to remember, that this is not just a Muslim thing, the Christian churches were not above such actions and genocide in history. Which all reinforces my own atheism, because if there was a merciful god or a prophet, this wouldn’t happen.

It’s a terribly sad and bitter world we live in.

Silly Box: Tony Idiott has mad a surprise visit to Iraq. A surprise visit indicates that he has given no thought about the matter. I finally understand how to tell if he is on the level… he dribbles equally from both corners of his mouth at the same time.

At the moment, that’s all I have to entertain you with. It’s time for the anti-wilt parade. Love my plants, generally hate humanity, but love my plants.

Later.

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Private Parts

Lisa Marie, one of Elvis’ private jets – BBC image

I woke after Nap-fu practice, buttered a bread roll and poured a half pint of chilled sparkling mineral water. As I settled in front of the PC to read the news, I was shocked. I read “Elvis Presley private parts for sale”. As the fog of sleep lifted, I reread, because I couldn’t believe it… The headline was actually “Elvis Presley private jets for sale”.

Having recovered from that shock, let’s move along.

The temperature yesterday reached freakin-hotºC (that’s 41ºC) or intolerably-hotºF. The thermal sensation 50ºC, we were melting. I set up my private cachoeira (waterfall) by putting the hose through the tiles on top of the fence, borrowed a chair from the botequim and sat under the cascading water to drink my beer. Whenever I vacated the chair, the neighbours two girls took advantage, as well as their dad.

About 4pm we (neighbours and I) set up the BBQ and had grilled salmon, pork ribs, pork belly strips, liver and garlic bread for a late afternoon snack.

By the end of that, I was knackered, running the BBQ, the heat, the beer had all taken their toll. So it was home for the news.

I am miffed. I read the story of an English couple stranded in New York after a five day getaway before the birth of their child, who decided to make an early appearance by some weeks. They are being stung for $200,000 in hospital care, although they had insurance, it is not clear if it covers a birth.

Now, I may be wrong here. But to my mind the birth of a child is Mother Nature at work, sometimes she is unpredictable, therefore I consider this a natural emergency which shouldn’t be charged for, even by a bloody-minded stinking corporate private hospital. Childbirth should be free! We have been overtaken by our own capitalist greed. Somethings like this are just not right.

Boko Haram militants have kidnapped about 40 boys and young men in a raid on a remote village in north-eastern Nigeria. It’s time these cowardly bastards were hunted down like rabid dogs and disposed of. They claim to be Muslims, but their actions form no part of Islam.

Another headline: Most types of cancer can simply be put down to bad luck rather than risk factors such as smoking, a study suggests. This is something that I have thought for many years. From my own family’s experience… Both my grandfathers smoked and drank heavily from the age of about 14, they died at 90 & 92, neither from cancer nor heart problems, rather from natural causes. On the other hand, my father who neither smoked nor drank had heart problems at 59 and died of a stroke at 73. My thoughts have been that you either have cancerous genes, or as this report suggests, cancerous genes can mutate, or not. Lifetyles such as smoking or drinking may exacerbate them.

nothingcheckNow the weather today is much more reasonable, cloudy with the prospect of rain. Still sweating here, but not like yesterday.

It’s 1pm, time to check the botequim. Nothing is planned for the day, another day in which I fully expect to be a successful.

Later.

Finally, I Crashed

Yup, just after midnight fireworks which lasted about a half hour in our neighbourhood, I made my excuses and toddled off home. I was ready for bed. Midnight hours are a thing of the past as I advance in my dotage.

My native NZ was the first to see the New Year in. Although news services make more fuss about Sydney, NZ merely gets a mention. Some news services even classify Sydney as being the first; they’d better get the atlases out, or today it would be more appropriate to check Google Maps. They also get their facts wrong, a news item yesterday mentioned 1.5 million people in Sydney. but only 1 million in Copacabana; in fact there were more than 2 million in Copacabana this year.
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NZaheadAuckland’s Sky Tower gets the honours of being the most publicised.

Sky Tower, Auckland

Sky Tower, Auckland

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Anyway, I’ve never seen it. In fact, I never even saw the celebration in my home town. I always thought that people were fools to rush into the Square and much preferred private parties with friends.

It’s all over now, the world can return to normal and continue on its course of destruction.

Today promises to be hotter than yesterday, which was bloody-hotºC, so the temp today could reach very-bloody-hotºC and mean a lot of chilled beer to stay sane.

I went to the neighbour’s for BBQ, just a few friends there. Way to much food, which I made an earnest effort to reduce. Watched the fireworks at midnight and that’s where I came in, read the first paragraph

Watered the plants, checked the passion fruit vines; flowers again yesterday. If they don’t start producing some fruit I may have to pollinate the flowers myself. Because the bees don’t seem to be doing their job.

Time to poke my head out the gate. I know the botequim is open, I may have a beer before lunch.

Later.

I am so confused

I spent all night drinking iced water and having cold showers to try and get some sleep, then at 6am I was drinking coffee to try and stay awake.

Happy-New-Year-2015-New-ZealandNew Year has alredy begun in my native New Zealand.

It will slowly wind its way around the world until it gets to Brazil in 15 hours.

We got our promised rain last night about 6pm, a pathetic two minutes. It was enough to make the ground steamy and appear hotter than before.

The sun is out, so it looks like we’ll get to our sixth day of 40ºC+ which is a good enough reason to have a BBQ and drink beer.

My neighbours have disappeared. They were last seen on Monday when Lincoln got the car out of my garage in the morning.

I really can’t be bothered with New Year, for me it is just another day. The sun rises, the sun sets. I still have to do the dishes. Too much money is spent on fireworks, especially in Brazil by those who don’t have it to spend on food and clothes for the kids.

The fireworks display at the presidential palace in Brasilia (the capital) is being paid for by funds meant for the annual renovation of schools and school transport as well as other social measures. The people are up in arms, the court ruled that it had to stop, the council appealed the ruling in their favour, the people appealed again, the result will come out today. This is a very Brazilian thing… “Oh we don’t have the money… lets rob the coffers!”

New-Year-ResolutionsNew Years resolutions are a lot of bunkum. I make one every year and that is NOT to make any New Year resolutions. It’s the only one that I manage to keep.

But I will wish all my visitors/followers and fellow bloggers…

Happy New Year

And for those where it hasn’t arrived yet.

Keep-calm-and-new-year-is-coming-sayingAustralia has to be the Silly Box candidate for today. They voted against the Palestine UN membership; making sure the resolution failed by one vote. Guarantee the US told them to. Tony Idiott is just a puppet.

I relly should put my pants on and go and water my plants.

I also need more coffee. It may well be the last coffee of the year.

There may be an update, then again, there may not be.

Later.

Get up and Go!

018a51c4e3402dfd8b77851a41c12bdbWell, my get up and go, got up and went.

The promised rain didn’t last night. I had my last cold shower at 4am and finally managed to sleep three straight hours, until 7am.

I made my penultimate coffee for 2014.

I blogged, as I had aslo blogged at 1am. Got most of my bloogging done.

Watered the plants as they were doing impressive wilt impressions.

I emptied my mailbox, and I was exhausted.

Another day waiting for my phone to beep. It did, my afternoon student just confirming her class.

I wanted to go to the supermarket, read, I had to go to the supermarket; but I didn’t have the energy.

I finally mustered the energy and then waited more than a half hour in the heat for transport. Finally. I went to the gas station to buy cigarettes because our whole neighbourhood is out. More likely they are hoarding old stock to sell at the new price in January… bastards! I needed cash, the Bank 24 Hours was out of money, I’m down to my last R$12.

Supermarket and home.

Hot and sweaty, threw stuff in the freezer and fridge and beat a hasty retreat to the botequim, cold beer and salvation. I also made a couple of ham and lettuce sandwiches so my stomach walls wouldn’t cave in on each other.

Nap-fu…

So, eventually, I did, I got up and went.

The bull wins in a Mexican bullfight, gored the silly girl that was tormenting it. Serves her right; I love it when the bull wins. Pity it didn’t happen more often.

Stating the obvous, Obama said that Putin wasn’t so bright as Russia heads into recession. Should have let Crimea be Crimea, a part of Ukraine.

Cricket happened in Australia, not much else, and no sign of Tony Idiott.

Tomorrow th last day of the year, BBQ. I got a slab of salmon fillet for the BBQ, and some pork belly and ribs, and some liver.

After BBQ, I have been invited to neighbours for the virada (the turning), and yes another BBQ.

Last night the kitchen was doused in the smell of passion fruit flowers; lots of them yesterday.

My sage plant has nearly reached the top of its stick. A landmark that I have been waiting for.

Ipanema Beach yesterday

Ipanema Beach yesterday

We have had four straight days of 40ºC+ with the thermal sensation getting close to 50. People have been swarming to the beaches to escape the heat. Not me, I swarm to the bar; that way I don’t need to wash the sand from my nether regions. Horrible gritty stuff sand; can cause a nasty rash. I commented yesterday to the fregües (regulars) at the bar that going to the beach and having to return home is a waste of an hours drinking time.

Just imagine that if all those people had spent an hour more drinking beer, Brazil’s economy would be back on track.

Preparations for the world’s largest New Year party. Copacabana Beach, 6½ kms, and 2 million people. Me, I stay away; more than ten people at the bar scares me these days. As i get older, I don’t like crowds so much.

Must go, cold shower required.

Later.

I feel behooved

After such a short post today, I feel as though I owe you more.

It was a short BBQ as far as botequim BBQs go, a mere three hours, followed by Nap-fu.

In a post today Andrew was extolling the benefits of newsprint over iPhones on All Downhill from Here.

He was so right, you can’t wrap fish ‘n chips with a screen. His further comment lead me to make this…

DogVomitiPhone-300pxYes, there are times when newsprint wins.

Today’s lunch of grilled bacon slab and aspargus with a wine and cracked pepper sauce was put on hold until tomorrow. The cracked pepper sauce was leftover from yesterday, I’ll reheat it with red wine just for variety.

The prospect of another BBQ on Wednesday as a goodbye to 2014 was mooted and greeted with enthusiasm.

Today it is cloudy. There may be no sun, but it is hot and sticky.

Yesterday was so hot that it made the day before pale into insignifiance. I got sunburned in the shade The weather forecast says we could get a rain storm later, but definitely rain tomorrow.

Having appeased my coscience…

Later.

The aural trigger is a real phenomenon..

The mere mention of BBQ, and it happens

The mere mention of BBQ, and it happens

I was at the botequim and someone said “BBQ!”

As you can see it is underway. I’m just here to get the chimichurri and last jar of red cabbage sauerkraut.

So this is about what you’re going to get today.

Day’s Eye

I have, however, learned my one thing for the day. The name of the flower daisy, you know, those little white flowers that grow in the lawn, the name daisy is a corruption of ‘Day’s Eyes’ because they close at night and open in the morning. Fact gleaned from A Tramp in the Woods

Headline news for the last three days, George Bush Snr is in hospital… fine. Who gives a hit? I’ve been in hospital twice in my life and it didn’t make international news.

Meanwhile, back to the BBQ.

Later..

The Day was Going Fine

All babies look like frogs

All babies look like frogs

I had blogged almost everywhere, I had replied to all comments, I had cleared my mail box, I had finally finshed the dishes.

The house was like an oven, the botequim still had no beer. I had Nap-fued and when I woke, the beer was being delivered; of course it was warm beer.

I took a well earned break, sitting under the trees with my neighbours enjoying beer from my freezer, and admiring their new born frog baby.

Oh, come on let’s face it, new borns look like frogs; mine did too, but I would have met a fate worse than death had I made such a pronouncement. This was the hairest frog baby I have ever seen; three days old and ready for his first trip to the barber’s.

It was about 3pm… and the frog’s father suggested BBQ.

I sat up straighter and paid more attention than I ever did in Miss Scott’s English class. “What did you say?” Was my response. Adriano looked guiltily at me, “I said BBQ.” His wife glared first at him, then at me. She thinks I am a bad influence and teaching her husband bad habits. Believe me, he needs no teaching.

Anyway, that’s when the day stopped.

The BBQ was underway, there was more beer in the freezer.

And that, dear reader, is why I didn’t post yesterday and the sink is full of dishes again.

I did get to the supermarket yesterday, so there is food in the fridge again, along with some beer.

Silly Box: The Chinese are scared of Christmas. So much so that one university banned Christmas and forced the students to watch three hours of communist propaganda films.

The French have a jobless crisis, no money, but they can find money to buy elephants. Priorities are important.

The pope condemns the persecution of minority religions. There was no mention that the Catholic church was the greatest persecutor a few centuried ago.

I read a blog last night. Some wonderful photos of some idyllic place. But the author had many photos of him in this idyllic place. Why do people have to be in their travel photos? Eleven years travelling all over South America, more than 12,000 catalogued photos, and I don’t appear in a single one. Is this some horrible form of narcism?

My passion fruit vines have had several flowerless days. None of the previous flowers produced fruit, so I am hopeful that the ones due to appear today change the course of recent history

Kim Jong-un berates Obama over the film The Interview. He doesn’t have the right to berate anybody. Many films have been made of despots, but none of them had a tantrum over it.

This is my last post of the day. It is a Saturday, my students cancelled yesterday, so I am free.

nothingI will spend the rest of the day enjoying the hot sun and cold beer.

I will do nothing,

Unless of course, someone mentions BBQ then things could change.

Later, like tomorrow…

Não fui eu!

Messers Grant and Ballantine's sons

Messers Grant and Ballantine’s sons

“I didnt do it!”

At least not this time.

…I started this post a few moments before the Nap-fu fairies took control; and in my dreams I had a wondrous post to offer, but then I woke but a few moments ago and it’s all gone.

I am blaming the son’s of Mrs Grant and Mrs Ballantine, for had it not been for them… I wouldn’t have needed coffee at 5pm.

Back track…

Noon, blogged a little, woke from Nap-fu. I went to the botequim after a cheese sandwich (fridge is empty). There was some idle chatter and the idea of a BBQ was mooted.

Of course, this appealed to me, admitting that I was duro (broke). Carlinhos (Little Charles) appeared with a bag of charcoal and thrust it in my lap… what was I to do? Of course, I made ready the weapon of choice, the churrasceira (BBQ).

Before he returned, Edlúcio (don’t ask me to explain Brazilian names) arrived with a bag; which was just as well because Carlinhos returned with not meat. The why, I never asked.

Edlúcio proceeded to take over the BBQ, and I produced a bottle of Ballantines, sauerkraut, and ice and soon meat was rolling of the BBQ. It was a change to be BBQed for and not be the BBQer.

Brazilians really are an uncultered lot. They had no idea that sauerkraut (pickled cabbage) existed.

I did learn something. I have always acclaimed that if you don’t learn at least one new thing, the day is wasted. One of the things that Edlucio had was liguiça caseira (homemade sausages) on a stick. I learned that this was a mixture of mincemeat, minced bacon, herbs, onion and mint. Well, talk about delicious…

My half bottle of Ballantine’s was reduced to dribble, Ricardo, who had been given a bottle of Grant’s by another fregües (regular) replaced the gap on the table.

End of the story.

I was sorely in need of another Nap-fu preactice; from which I have just woken.

My eyes feel like sandpaper, the coffee is helping. It really is a wonder drug.

During the course of things. It was demanded that I produce my Father Christmas hat; which was already in the drawer after the weekend to await another Christmas.

I am glad that I succumbed to the demands. Because Sofie would never have met Father Christmas if I hadn’t. Hopefully I will have a photo of this encounter tomorrow, at present it’s on Carlinhos’s tablet.

The title, Não fui eu! was learned fom my Portuguese kids, it means, ‘It wasn’t me!’, that along with Sei lá (Who knows) were learned being the stepfather to Ellen Suelen and Branco (Erick) as being the standard responses to any question involving responsibility for some nefarious act.

vaginacanoeSilly Box: “A Japanese woman who makes art based on her vagina is charged with obscenity” – BBCNews I added the link in case you have an interest in vaginas. This woman has even made a canoe based on her vagina. Imagine rowing down the river in a vagina, there’s food for thought. Personally, I think vaginas are rather beautiful, to consider them obscene is in itself obsecene. Everybody loves orchids… orchids are nothing more than a flower’s vagina. We decorate our homes with vaginas, we get married surrounded with vaginas, when we get buried and they throw vaginas on the coffin; but when a woman exposes her vagina,,, it suddenly becomes obscene. Talk about double standards.

I haven’t looked further for silly stories or news.

The noise from the botequim is beckoning.

Later.

Yes, I did it again

Started the BBQ at midday.

Finnished the BBQ at 4pm, when we had a rain storm. Also, I had run out of meat.

For those of you who are curious, here is a better shot of ‘seu Oliveira’ along with some pork belly cripsing.

seu Oliveira....

seu Oliveira….

Check yesterday’s post if you are in the dark.

Today is Monday, no meat, no BBQ.

Still doing the weekend dishes.

But I did have a lunchtime beer, followed by Nap-fu. Which is when it started to pitter-patter with rain, now it is persisting down. The rain was expected, as we had watched the heavy clouds come over while having our beer. It was clearly a case of when, not would it.

I have spent the day with my ear glued to the phone, as I had done all day Friday, no phone call from lawyer. So I can only assume that tomorrow will not happen. Am I reprieved?

Silly Box: Today, the Guardian proved itself absolutely useless. I had complained in previous posts that they had changed the format of their ‘Environment’ page, which has stopped me from using it as a principal source of such news. Today they have changed the ‘news’ front page to the same useless jumbled format. I have deleted it from my pages to visit as totally useless as a reference source.

Why must people fix things that aren’t broken?

The Pope has upset the Curia (cardinals administration) in his annual address to cardinals. Accusing them of self-centred infighting and being power hungry to the detriment of the church. While I criticised him for kow towing to China when he refused the Dali Lama an audience, he is generally good for the church; literally a breath of fresh air.

A town in Argentina becomes the first in the country to ban beauty queen competitions in its traditional festivities, arguing they are sexist. Good going.

Australia’s Tony Idiott is back in the news. Quote: “The problem isn’t that Tony Abbott’s stuck in the past, it’s that he wants the rest of Australia to go back there and keep him company in a world where men do the big jobs and women do the ironing,” – BBCNews

Shopping via the internet has become the thing to do. It seems as though its not without problems as several big food companies in Britain have experienced IT problems, and promises that Christmas shopping will be delivered… after Christmas. That’s just lovely if you were expecting to make Christmas dinner for the family.

It’s now after 4pm, the rain has stopped, it is cooler now. I should go and take advantage, because it is still hot in the house, I am sitting under the fan on full.

Later.

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