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Yes, I am busy sushificating. So the chances of getting something meaningtful as a post comes from the realms of obscurity.

I.E. Bugger all!

I am waiting for the rice to cool.

So I have a few moments before panic-mode.

Principally, it is my lunch, but I am always prepared to share.

Seven hours later…

Bottled again.

The sushi was well recieved, people kept buying me beer

Then I opened a bottle of Sake…

The end.

Later, um, er, tomorrow.

The Art of Doing Nothing

busy-doing-nothingIt’s Sunday.

I’m busy.

I’ve blogged my little cotton socks off already. The damned laundry lady arrived early; 6:40am, I hadn’t even coffeed.

In the words of Queen Elizabeth II… “We are not amused!”

However, one must continue in the face of adversity. I have now coffeed… four times and feel somewhat ready to face the day.

The laundry lady has gone. *Breathes huge sigh of relief*

Dilemma, doing nothing is so tiring, because you can’t stop to rest.

They say that it is impossible to ‘do’ nothing.

nothingimpossibleNot true, even if you are watching the veges grow, or paint dry…

IMG_1295The next thing on my agenda today is Nap-fu practice.

karmaI will consider which Karma to enjoy with lunch.

As I am thinking of sushi, there’s a good chance it will be sake. Because I have to open a bottle to mix a little with the rice.

Last night I made some gari (pickled ginger). It’s in the fridge pickling.

I was interested in the current economic recovery bullshit. An article yesterday made the observation that the current slump is the worst since 1860. So where does that leave the ‘recovery’? Any suggestion that the economic situation is recovering is a myth.

Hong Kong’s leader CY Leung is a cowardly wanker feathering his own nest with China’s communist regime because he’s too scared to think for himself. Bloody wimp!

Why does China continue with this ideology? It is well proven and documented that communism doesn’t work. Why did Russia chuck it out? This is where Putin is a political Neanderthal, he dreams of a renewed communist Russia. He’s another wanker.

Ever noticed that in general, the world is governed by wankers?

Ebola, the first tests on the Guinean proved negative, second test today to confirm that result. Okay, that’s a sigh of relief. But lat night a politician announced that the chances of Ebola reaching Brazil is negligible; I call bullshit on that. A second case in America, one of the health workers caring for the Texas guy who died, has now tested positive. The snowball has started rolling.

I mentioned the other day about gun control… Check the video that I posted on Tomus Arcanum today. It’s got a lot of ‘fowl’ language, so if naughty words curl your hair, don’t click on the link. But I think it’s hilarious and says a lot about attitudes.

Yesterday reached 39ºC, that’s about 100ºF+. My plants didn’t wilt, because I watered them and sacrificed my cooked breakfast which I had at 4pm with beer at the botequim. That’s what I love about my life, flexibilty, nothing is rigid, plans can be changed.

Last night at 10pm I felt peckish (NO! I’m not pregnant), so I got a pastel (a fried filled pastry); calabresa (smoked sausage) & onion… I farted all night. It was enough to keep anyone awake.

I think the plants deserve another drink before Nap-fu, although I don’t think the day will be as hot as yesterday; I’m not taking chances.



Remember what I said about flexibility?

Well, while I was watering the plants outside my gate the botequim was setting up the BBQ… well, there’s only one thing to do. Put the Nap-fu on hold and have BBQ for breakfast… 🙂

Life is wonderful.

The Crack of Dawn

This is not the crack of dawn, in fact I doubt it is even Dawn

I was up at the crack of dawn. Well dawn had cracked some hours earlier, therefore 9am suffices, as I cracked later, a little later.

I am writing this from total recollection, which is rather funny as I recollect, uhmmm, not a lot.

All the above is true.

The reason I was to be up at the crack of dawn was to blog. Blog I didn’t. I read the news, felt sleepy and did so.

Knowing full well that there was a BBQ at the botequim around 10 or 11am.

When I awoke like sleeping beauty without the necessary kiss, I leapt into action like Superman without the telephone booth.

I showered and smothered myself in substances that would make me acceptable to the olfactory senses of the world, ran the nugget brush through what’s left of my hair, put on underpants, shorts and t-shirt and slipped on my chinelos (flip-flops). That is ‘neighbourhood-formal’ in these parts and announced my intention of joining the throng in front of the botequim by opening my gate, which makes a rather rauchous sound, heads turned, much as they would to the trumpeted entrance of a prince at the royal ball.

Under the gaze, stares and bemused looks I made my way the whole 11 metres to the botequim. With a large freezer near the entrance, the botequim is sort of self-service, you select your poison, decap it and go to the bar for your camesinha (condom, plastic shell to keep your beer cold)) and chilled glass before selecting your perch for the events.

Sake - A novelty

I perched for the next few hours. Drank beer, chatted, drank more beer, chatted, accepted a whisky, chatted, got a bottle of Sake from home, chatted some more.

As sake was a novelty for most of my neighbours, I shared it around while we munched our way through various BBQ meats.

We partied on through the afternoon, the BBQer went home to attend to family duties and I took over.

Before I knew it the afternoon had worn on and the temperature was dropping. We had been promised a 90% chance of rain to see in the New Year, and after a nap I woke to rain.

Now I have to consider Round 2. Lincoln and Denise my neighbours have invited me over and looking at the clock, it is high time I made an appearance.

There are already a lot of bangs announcing that there will be even more at midnight. I have just seen the news and Copacabana is crowded. Copacabana Beach is the world’s largest New Year celebration. Reports tonight that there are between 2 – 3 million people on the beach and roads along the 6.5kms. There have been years when the estimate of revelers has exceeded 4 million. I haven’t been for years; last time was 2003. I must write about that one day.

In the meantime, I wish you all

A Happy New Year & all the best for 2012

Later, probably next year.


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