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Sorry I’m Late

Yes, late I am.

Nap-fu practice is eesential after lunch.

I am late because I stopped to watch this while downtown this morning.

I had grandstand seats

I had grandstand seats

The Corpo dos Palhacos Bombeiros (clowns, Firemen) were there, late, but they got there, it was such a circus.. They had no more idea how to fight a fire than I do of flying to then moon.

Now, I am not a trained firefighter, although, I have done several courses while in the air force on basic and advanced firefighting first aid. My walking stick has more idea of fighting fires than they do.

Firstly, they parked the fire tender in the wrong place. Secondly, they should have torn down the plastic façade which would have given them direct access to the seat of the fire. Thirdly, they ran out of water and the tender had to go away to get more. It was 45 minutes later that they discovered there was a water source in the mall opposite. Fourthly, it was sadly hilarious to watch two of them try to figure out how to oparate an extension ladder, they had no idea.


By the time all this was done, the fire took hold.

The futile comedy of errors resulted in this

The futile comedy of errors resulted in this

This gave  me a much needed respite after walking, walking downtown. I felt guilty sitting there watching while I had a deserved cigarette.

Why was I walking?

Good question, Last night I happened to mention my plans to learn the art of sushification. One student on hearing that I was going to go to Mundo Verde (Green World) for sushi making supplies, told me of a small shop nearer to downtown that sold stuff cheaper than MV. I found said shop, and indeed it did have cheaper nori (seaweed) than MV; R$9 as opposed to R$25. The internet of all things bright and beautiful informed me there was an MV near the supermarket; it was only three bloks away, so off I went. I arrived huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf… where was the MV? Only in Calçadão (downtown pedestrian street), I was informed…. I had just come from there.


So off I hobbled, that was when I saw the smokey beginnings of the fire. I paused for a well earned rest and obligatory cigarette. I watched the show for an hour, and continued on my way.

Passing by various shops including the MV, they had next to nothing,  and supermarket, then the restauarant for lunch and eventually home.

Certainly more excitement than your average day orff.

The net result of my excursion was that I arrived home with enough makings for a practice sushi run.

Last night I was reading horror stories.

Yanagibabocho, second from top

Yanagibabocho, second from top

In an endeavour to get things right, I was perusing sites that sold sushi knives. A hand-forged steel yanagibabocho can set you back $2,600, so after looking for something suitable, I found a Brazilian knife that hopefully will do the trick for R$6.90… Yeah, I know, I’m tight fisted. But I figured that I was fighting salmon, not some enraged Samurai.

At the supermarket, I found pieces of frozen salmon suitable for the trick. I also got some black and white sesame seeds and some cream cheese.

My mornings shopping looked something like this.

Sushi making paraphernalia

Sushi making paraphernalia

The half kilo (1lb) of shortgrain rice was the most expensive item, what you see set me back R$50. The special bamboo bowl for mixing the rice was another R$170… meanwhile I will use a plastic mxing bowl.

I’m ready to begin my adventure.

Now the question is… Can he do it?

I have decided that if my efforts look remotely like sushi, I will take them to the botequim to share. However, if I produce a dismal failure, I’ll tuck my tail between my legs and eat at home like a whipped cur.

An exciting and somewhat frustrating day.


Humping Along

This is what I got when I googed 'humping along'

This is what I got when I googed ‘humping along’

Yes, just doing that.

The day started off well by following the weatherman’s predictions last week that the rain will last until Tuesday.

The sun was out and for a change I welcomed the 8am glare on the screen after such an absence.

10am and the sun was gone, the sky became increasingly cloudy until there was no sun and total overcast. The temperature, which was initially pleasant dropped like a hot brick.

Bring on the clowns

Bring on the clowns

I have 40 minutes in which to entertain you. *Looks around for entertainment*

Clowns are good.

Then it’s off to work. Hope the rain stays off.

As an aside, I don’t suggest you goog ‘humping along’ with the filters off, it curled my hair… and I don’t have any!

There, having resorted to clowns gives you some idea of my inspiration levels.

The humping along bit is about this video clip that I shot last Thursday when we had some sunshine.

This is what I meant by humping along. It was just outside my gate.

Netanyahu is complaining that the news reports are ignoring Israel’s death toll. I’m not surprised Israeli death 50+/- which include 3 civilians. Palestine’s on the other hand is over the 1,000 with 700+/- civilian deaths. Stop the bitching and stop attacking people. Netanyahu talks about his ‘mission’, just what is his mission? The tunnels are just an excuse for genocide.

It amuses me that the moment someone says anything about Israel, they’re accused of being anti-Semitic. But you are not labelled if you saying something about any other country, why does Israel have its own special word?

BP is crying again. Saying the sanctions against Russia are going to hurt them. Tough, how about thinking of people instead of profits. If it hurts, bleed. These corporations hold no truck with me. We’d be better off without them.

Muse, where are you?

Muse not talking, so I’ll abandon you and get ready for work.

I wish I could join Clorinha asleep on the sofa.




Lunch before Posting

This is a good back burner

This is a good back burner

I have been telling myself that for 2½ hours, but it has yet to sink in.

Bloggers often lose sight of priorities, superfluous things like eating tend to get put on the back burner.

No, I haven’t started drinking yet, I have lessons to perform.

I use the verb perform here because to be a good teacher you need to be an actor; actors perform.

If you do not act well in class, the students get bored, whereas if you perform well, they stay alert thinking, “What’s the fool going to do next?”

clownsrednoseThey always think ‘fool’, because sometimes the actor must be a bit of a clown as well; not too much, just enough to spice up the atmosphere a bit.

*looks for red nose*

With these images in mind, you have the ideal teacher.

Now, where was I? Ah, yes, lunch, it’s a beefless week, so the option is pork because the chicken is frozen. Must remember to unfreeze the chicken for tomorrow.

Now that I have narrowed down the option to pork, the thing is what to do with it. At the moment it is pretending to be a great thick leg chop, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to stay a great thick leg chop. While I am a chef, I have a tendency to wield a cruel knife… I will bone it, and make thin pork strips in a gravy-type sauce. Yes, that sounds good.

Did you know that King Richard III had roundworm? I didn’t until it became HEADLINES in the British press. Quite frankly, that’s hardly headline news. The world will not end because we didn’t know, whereas it might end if we have WW III, now that is headline news. Poor old dead Dicky’s roundworms are a page filler.

McCain was caught playing a game on his phone by a Washington Post photographer – BBC News

Politicians have got a new disease, it’s called ADHD. The British peruse lunch wine lists on their SmartPhones, McCain plays poker, and there are more reports. All this is going on while they are supposed to be politicking, saving the planet, stopping starting wars, putting rogue bankers in prison (like that’ll ever happen?). There they sit earning getting their millions by screwing us stupid, and they are more interested in the lunch wine, or can pull this bluff off?

IMHO, any politician caught playing games rather than running destroying the country should be introduced personally to the pillory, and left there for a week on the first offense and introduced to Madam Guillotine on the second. No ifs, ands or buts, your butt is on the line… not online.


The pillory should be brought back for errant politicians



Plato, we wasn’t silly

I read a post about Plato’s Cave this morning. Honestly, I had never heard of Plato’s Cave. I didn’t even know he had one. Of course, this sent me running to Wikipedia. I now understand a little of the theory, and know that I have been freed from my chains.

How to get rid of divorce. Good idea, it’s a simple solution. Make marriage licenses valid for one year, with an annual renewal. The government charges for the renewal just like your dog license, fishing license, etc. That’s how stupid governments are, they can’t even steal raise money on the obvious. Maybe the world economy could be in a better state, and courts freed up from granting divorces where the only people that win are the attorneys.

Well, that’s my lot for the day, now it’s lunch time.


You Can’t Disturb Me!

See, I’m already disturbed.

Today is Saturday, it must be, because every calendar I have read today tells me it is.

The sun is shining, it has the prospects of being a beautiful day with the promise of 30°C (about 86°F), which means great beer drinking weather.

Yesterday I had my partial plate fitted, it’s not as uncomfortable as I thought it would be. It still isn’t supporting the wiggly tooth, that comes next Friday, but it has filled in a couple of gaps and makes eating a little easier.

I brought new socks yesterday too; real socks, not the stupid little socks I got by mistake.

I have decided the world is a circus…

Because it’s full of freakin’ clowns. The latest clowns to enter the arena are the Russians with their stupidity over Pussy Riot and banning Gay Pride parades for 100 years. Then there’s the American clowns, Swedish clowns and the British clowns doing their slapstick routine over Julian Assange’s asylum. The Israeli clowns are ready to blow the lid off the Middle East abetted by the American clowns. The Australian clowns have shot themselves in the foot over the colour of the ‘plain packs’ for cigarettes, they chose the most masculine colour around, olive green; nothing exudes masculinity like military association. The Iranian clowns entered the stage telling the world to sod off with their humanitarian earthquake aid, then back peddled. The American clowns are sulking, because their new toy didn’t work… again.

Yes, the world is a circus. A sorry sad state of affairs, it’s no wonder that I am disturbed already.

Anyway, on with the business of being Saturday.


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