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Time on my Hands

Time on my Hands

The week before last, I decided to get my hair cut while I was in town and had time on my hands.

I should wash them more often.

“No. 1 comb, all over!” Which is my usual request, “But DON’T touch the moustache!”

It was duly done.

I walked out and the cool morning air felt strange but refreshing around my head, and I went about my business.

Sporting a reasonable growth

I usually get my hair and beard cut about three or four times a year, so I normally sport a reasonable growth.

That photo was taken by Emmylee, my daughter, a couple of  years ago when she was five. I have since lost a lot of the paunch, not all, but a lot.

As a photographer, she did well. There are not many good photos around of me.

She loves the digital camera and when she comes over for a BBQ she takes photos until the battery dies of exhaustion or exasperation, I’ve never figured out which.

But, back to the icthyfication. My beard is itching like I had never grown one before. It’s never done that before.

Yesterday’s post surprised me, 14 Likes. I had expected a good number of Likes in the previous day’s post where I said ‘penis’ and ‘vagina’, but apparently the secret is Dora the Explorer; or was it people’s fascination with my water?

The BBQ mentioned, didn’t happen, and I am still waiting for the guy to come and check my water… But then I have been waiting 10 days which is a pretty Brazilian time frame. One gets used to it.


Empty fridge

The guy who is going to look at my water passed by, said he’ll be back later with his ladder.

So now I am stuck at home waiting once again.

I really need to go to the supermarket, the polar bears in the fridge are complaining there’s nothing to eat.

I told them it was due to global warming…

Actually, I have spinach, a piece of rump steak and some cheese, so I could survive until tomorrow. And, then there is the wine…



There, that’ll do for the day, I’m off to have a whine…. right after my nap.



My fan is on full. I am afraid.

My fan is on full. I am afraid.

I would write a post if I had anything to write about, but as I don’t I won’t.

It’s hot. I feel like the Arctic, melting. I have my own personal global warming.

I watered the plants earlier, they whispered thank you.

I had fish for lunch. It was horrible. I have half a kilo of cat food in the fridge.

If you get caught having sex with a prostitute in France now you can be fined $2,000 under the new law. God those French are stupid.

Damnation! I just realised that I didn’t post this yesterday. So if you’re lucky, you may just get another post later.



Procrastination & Fleas

Not this Day of the Dead

Yes, I have been procrastinating.

It’s Friday already Halloween is over and today is Day of the Dead, which in a predominantly Catholic country like Brazil means “HOLIDAY!”

After a sweltering week the weather changed overnight as predicted and today is overcast and cool. I never noticed before but apparently Finados (what the Brazilians call Day of the Dead) is often wet. There was a little rain overnight, but there doesn’t seem to any real threat at the moment.

While public holidays are good for the soul, they’re not so good for the pocket, all my private and weekend students have cancelled which mean a sharp drop in available beer funds.

The dark laden clouds of the spring rains

Sandy sure was a naughty girl, she didn’t do any favours for New York. The surprising thing is that scientists have been warning that such storms will be of increasing magnitude because of global warming and nobody listened. The whole world is affected by global warming. Even here in Rio de Janeiro in October and November we are supposed to have ‘chuvas de primaveira‘ (spring rains). Where were they last year? Where are they this year? This little bit of rain we had last night is the result of a cold front, not the ocean sourced winds that cause the spring rains. The spring rains mean torrential downpours daily in the late afternoon, streets flooded in a matter of minutes, saturated people running everywhere; then after an hour they stop and the sun comes out and the people are dry again in 20 minutes. Tell me that global warming is not happening. Tell the Argentinians whose grape harvest is down 24% it’s not happening. Tell the people in New York it’s not happening.

I’m not laying the blame of global warming solely on the industrial machine, my reading tells me it is the precursor to an ice-age, a natural cycle of the planet, but sure as heck the industrial machine isn’t helping it. I read the other day of the likelihood that an ice-age could well reduce the global population to isolated pockets of humanity totaling as few as 20,000; that’s a big reduction from 7bn. But then Mother Nature has a way of balancing things in her favour. My guess is that we don’t really count. If you look at things closely, we are nothing more than an infestation of fleas on a dog; and Mother Nature is about to have  good scratch.


It’s not Spring Yet

At least, not for another two days.

But the temperature here is 40°C (that’s about 106°F for our American cousins who haven’t shifted into the 21st century with the rest of us), It was 37 yesterday, and I melted, today I feel like a batter pudding, dropped into smoking hot fat and returned to the oven on the highest temperature.

If it wasn’t for the fact that I have class at 5:30pm, I would have deemed it to be beer o’clock already. There is still hope that the phone call will come…

Talk about global warming; it’s warmed more than my glo bals I tell you.

Even Lixo is exhausted. Even though he finds solace on the slate floor which is measurably cooler. I am tempted to lie on the floor with him, but it’s difficult to see the keyboard.

I have drunk so much water today, I am in fear of drowning.

Last summer was intolerably hot after a hot spring, this year it looks set to repeat.

The Australians surprised me. Damned sight more conservative than I thought; they have voted against gay marriages. After all they have the largest gay Mardi Gras parade in the world, I would have thought it to be a foregone conclusion. Then you only have to look at their parliament from the prime ministress down and you’d understand.

I have decided that Mitt Romney is the most dangerous man in the world after his most recent gaffes about 47% of Americans are lazy and will only vote for Obama, then he gets stuck into the Palestinians saying they don’t want peace, that they are determined to eliminate Israel, but he forgot to mention that Israel has the same agenda for the Palestinians, the Palestinians are not happy chappies. The Muslims are all up in arms over some film and busy turning the world further against them than it is already.

But one piece of good news, according to the Borowitz Report (link, don’t be lazy google it) Romney is having his mouth wired shut until after the elections.

Then there was the case of the little old ladies who found a frog in a bag of Tesco’s spinach; apparently one of them was a vege or vegan, and the idea didn’t go down well at all, in fact it all came up.

It’s so nice to see the world is a happy place.

Blogging right along.


OMG! It’s Monday

Yes, the bane of the week, as opposed to Thank God it’s Friday.

Nothing can go wrong today, I had double doses on Thursday, Friday and Saturday, surely that is penance enough for whatever crime I committed.

So far the only thing that has gone wrong is my giant radish bush croaked. It got so big and top heavy that the stem cracked. I was hoping to gather seeds from the flowers that grew and use the giant leaves in salads, but alas, it has become compost like that which it grew from. It was a private ceremony, the great plant being cast unceremoniously on the compost heap.

I spent the morning moaning on Eco-Crap, then went outside in the sun and transplanted some chillies, all are thriving despite the heat.  Another 38⁰C (that’s close on 100⁰F) day, the fan is blowing hot air on me. I am sweating at the keyboard. I have drunk gallons of iced goiaba juice (guava). I am biding the time until 5pm when I have to go and give my one lesson for the day.

It looks like we are in for a fierce summer. I had already predicted that this will be worse (hotter) than last when we had four weeks of 40+⁰C (about 106+⁰F) days; and they say there is no such thing as global warming, well bollocks to them. Apparently the thought is that we are heading a for a mini iceage, and while the climate gets hotter in the summer, conversely in the winter it becomes increasingly colder until it overtakes the summer heat.

That’s my thoughts for the day.

I’m off before something can go wrong.


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