Thursday, December 31, 2009

Thanks to: Letras do Musica.com.br

I Gotta Feeling

Tenho Um Pressentimento



I gotta feelin'Tenho um pressentimento
That tonight's gonna be a good night Que hoje à noite vai ser uma noite boa
That tonight's gonna be a good night Que hoje à noite vai ser uma noite boa
That tonight's gonna be a good good night (x4) Que hoje à noite vai ser uma noite muito boa (X4)


Tonight's the nightEsta é a noite
Let's live it up Vamos viver ao máximo
I got my money eu tenho meu dinheiro
Let's spend it up Vamos gastar tudo


Go out and smash itSair e arrasar
Like Oh My God Tipo um Oh Meu Deus
Jump off that sofa Saia desse sofá
Let's get get off Vamos sair


I know that we'll have a ballEu sei que vamos nos divertir
If we get down and go out Se nós descermos e sairmos
And just loose it all E nos soltarmos


I feel stressed outEu me sinto estressado
I wanna let it go Eu quero me livrar disso
Let's go way out spaced out Vamos muito mais longe
And loosing all control E perder todo o controle


Fill up my cupEncha meu copo
Mazal tov Parabéns
Look at her dancing Olha como ela dança
Just take it off Só tire isso


Let's paint the townVamos pintar a cidade
We'll shut it down Nos vamos acabar com isso
Let's burn the roof Vamos queimar o teto
And then we'll do it again E então nós faremos novamente


Let's do itVamos fazer
Let's do it Vamos fazer
Let's do it Vamos fazer
Let's do it Vamos fazer
And do it e fazer
And do it e fazer
Let's live it up Vamos viver ao máximo
And do it e fazer
And do it e fazer
And do it, do it, do it e fazer, fazer, fazer
Let's do it Vamos fazer
Let's do it Vamos fazer
Let's do it 'cuz Vamos fazer, porque


I gotta feelin'Tenho um pressentimento
That tonight's gonna be a good night Que hoje à noite vai ser uma noite boa
That tonight's gonna be a good night Que hoje à noite vai ser uma noite boa
That tonight's gonna be a good good night (x2) Que hoje à noite vai ser uma noite muito boa (x2)


Tonight's the nightEsta é a noite
Let's live it up Vamos viver ao máximo
I got my money eu tenho meu dinheiro
Let's spend it up Vamos gastar tudo


Go out and smash itSair e arrasar
Like Oh My God Como Oh Meu Deus
Jump off that sofa Saia desse sofá
Let's get get off Vamos sair


Fill up my cup (Drink)Encha meu copo
Mazal tov (Le chaim) Parabéns
Look at her dancing (Move it Move it) Olha como ela dança
Just take it off Só tire isso


Let's paint the townVamos pintar a cidade
We'll shut it down Nos vamos acaba com isso
Let's burn the roof Vamos queimar o teto
And then we'll do it again E Então nós faremos novamente


Let's do itVamos fazer
Let's do it Vamos fazer
Let's do it Vamos fazer
Let's do it Vamos fazer
And do it E fazer
And do it E fazer
Let's live it up Vamos viver ao máximo
And do it e fazer
And do it e fazer
And do it, do it, do it e fazer, fazer, fazer
Let's do it Vamos fazer
Let's do it Vamos fazer
Let's do it, do it, do it Vamos fazer, fazer, fazer


Here we comeAqui nós chegamos
Here we go Aqui nos vamos
We gotta rock Nós precisamos agitar


Easy comeVem fácil
Easy go Vai fácil
Now we on top Agora nós estamos no topo


Feel the shotSinta a batida
Body rock Agite o corpo
Rock it don't stop Agite e não pare


Round and roundEm Círculos
Up and down Pra cima para Baixo
Around the clock Em volta


Monday, TuesdaySegunda, Terça
Wednesday and Thursday Quarta e Quinta
Friday, Saturday Sexta, Sábado
Saturday and Sunday Sábado e Domingo


Get get get get get with usVenha venha venha venha venha conosco
You know what we say Você sabe o que estamos dizendo
Party every day Festa todo o dia
Pa pa pa Party every day Fe Fe Fe Festa todo dia


And I'm feelin'E estou sentindo
That tonight's gonna be a good night Que hoje à noite vai ser uma noite boa
That tonight's gonna be a good night Que hoje à noite vai ser uma noite boa
That tonight's gonna be a good good night Que hoje à noite vai ser uma noite boa


I gotta feelin'Tenho um pressentimento
That tonight's gonna be a good night Que hoje à noite vai ser uma noite boa
That tonight's gonna be a good night Que hoje à noite vai ser uma noite boa
That tonight's gonna be a good good night Que hoje à noite vai ser uma noite muito boa

Futebol em Drag. Divers and the best view...















Rachel Maddow - questioning during KSM's torture 1/2

Feliz Ano Novo 2010!

The rain stopped, and people came out quickly... myself included. I walked all the way down to Posto 6 at the end of Copacabana and back. Vic & Luiz live up the street to the right the Copacabana Palace Hotel. It feels like its gunna be a great party... they have a woman cooking, and 13 people coming... some other girl friends are cooking bacalhau, and chester ...
























I love my Kindle: e-Books Outselling Print

For the first time, e-books outsold printed books at Amazon over the holidays.
eBooks, some of them free eBooks, outsold print books this Christmas. On December 26, Amazon announced that, for the first time ever, they had sold more eBooks than physical books on Christmas day. In an interview Jeff Bezos was also quoted as saying that he believes that the print book will eventually disappear. And how much money is Amazon making? How much money are authors and publishers making? When GalleyCat examined the Kindle Store bestsellers, they found that 64 of the 100 bestselling eBooks, the majority, were, in fact, free, including the number one bestseller, "Midnight in Madrid", by Noel Hynd.
I've never been one to save books to put them on display as proof of having read them, but I think I'll always prefer a physical book. How do you share a favorite e-book?

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I read it first on JMG

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Daily Bizarro is one of his best

Go to: http://bizarrocomic.blogspot.com/, Dan Pirarro's work is one of my favorite daily rituals. Thanks to Victor in Rio for giving me the heads up!

Quote ofthe day


The bottom line:
Odds of being a terrorism victim on a flight: 1 in 10,408,947.
Odds of being killed by lightning: 1 in 500,000.

Lost Generation

Oi de Copacabana!

I am in Rio at Victor & Luis's apartment. It is about two blocks from the calçadão along Copacabana Beach and Avenida Atlântica. I woke up late, and after coffee, we went to lunch at a self service about a block away. Then I went to Banco Bradesco to use the ATM, and a for a walk along the calçadão and beach.


It’s really warm, and even tho it is raining off and on, that doesn’t stop anyone from being out… the rain is warm, and well the sun would be blistering anyway. The temperature reads: 29c. Which is perfect if you are walking along the calçadão with a couple of hundred other soaked but very happy revelers.


The different stages are being set up and music is being tested. It’s going to be really something. They are going to show people that Rio was the best choice for the 2016 Olympics. The Prefeitura is using this as one more opportunity to practice – it’s good to be around so many happy people, and this is nothing. They are dragging the barges from the bay over either later today or tomorrow. The barges have gigantic firework displays.

After getting soaked, and came back took a shower and will work a little on M’s article and rest until we go out tonight.


It's fun to be out, the rain is warm and you don't need sunscreen! There are monitors that tell you how strong the sunscreen you should put on, how much water to drink, and what temp: when I came back it was pouring and read:


26c/0/0!


Which is the only reason I would be out at temperature maximum...


There are little sand altars all along the beach where people have lit candles and set out flowers... Victor offered to help me do it for the little film canister of Braum's ashes I brought... He would love it! there is music everywhere of course, pairs of guys playing pagode or chorinhos in the barracas along the beach, the reflection of something played or being practiced is bouncing off the building and echoing nicely into the apartment as I write.


It's fun here. I am so fortunate to have such great friends who live is such fine places!


6pm on the West Coast will be 12 midnight here... so hugs to all and best wishes if I don't get to the computer tomorrow!


Muito Paz e Muito Saude a todos!


Sorry, no pics… it’s too wet to walk with the camera…

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

How to Make Oatmeal Cookies in Brasil

The first thing to know is that the idea of cookies are, well, different here. They have bolachas, which are great, and come in an assortment of flavors, textures and styles – I have a particular penchant for a line or two of bolachas de milho verde when they have them, but will settle for anything with coconut. But chewy oatmeal cookies that Milton decided he had to make are non-existent, mostly because if things are cooked here, they are well done.

So Milton decided he was going to make cookies to bring to the New Year’s party he is going to. So here I am along with his mother, Barbara and Tiago in two supermercados looking for things like baking soda, walnuts… and they of course think it’s funny that I have no idea what these things are called in Portuguese. But first we had to go back to Pernambucanas and exchange some cool new shorts that Regina and family gave me as a going away present. They were very sweet, but slightly under estimated the girth of this blogger.

One must begin making cookies by retuning or exchaning an item of clothing downtown first. Since it’s raining cats and dogs there was of course no parking to be had for blocks, and Dona Helena has to walk very slow, so it was an excellent example of who gets wetter, someone who walks fast or walks slower? The answer: the faster one does (because they don’t have an umbrella). So being a full committee, everything here in the democratic socialist country is done with your sogra and sobrinhos if possible. I mean why would you go to a store and return something by yourself in the rain? That’s just plain silly! So returning something being a near act of gawd, especially as the moças who work in this particular store, can’t be bothered with the customers. So the moça who “helped” me was rather put out with having to exchange the shorts, as she had to walk upstairs to get a form, since they couldn’t possibly have one there at the caixa. And since I was the one causing her to have to go get permission and the form, she wasn’t at all pleased with me. Thank gawd I had my CPF card as I needed that. So after the shorts were exchanged we walked back to the car and set off for Supermercado Guarani.

Upon arriving, we again all piled out and into the store, Milton having the recipe my mother was kind enough to send… we got everything, after me trying to guess, and opening this or that to smell and figure it out. When traveling anywhere there are two things that are always interesting to see hardware stores and supermarkets. I like to see how things are organized, and try to think why?

In Guatemala I learned the eggs and toilet paper were often sold on the same isle. Guarani has baking goods strung all over the store, it’s interesting, and makes for great fun when you have a sogra and sobrinhos with you na get disoriented. Everyone was clueless as to where anything was except of course Tiago who once again proved himself invaluable. So we got everything we needed, and went to check out, the sogra, being meia disligado puts her purse on the conveyor belt, and begins to reorganize everything for some odd reason when we were supposed to put the stuff in the cart there, so as she is reorganizing her purse the purse begins to move, and she just moves along with it as if this is normal, the kids and I are in hysterics…

They had no nozes (walnuts) so we had to go to another supermercado. When we got home there was no shortening, so I as I write this, off they send Barbara to the corner store to retrieve shortening which we think is called gordura (lit: fat)… at least that is what google translation tells me…

At any rate, I had best check on them as they are busy in the kitchen mixing… good luck with the forno, as the sogra’s forno has three settings (high, medium and low). That’s way too much kitchen science for me.

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Dot´s Oatmeal Icebox Cookie Recipe

Dot says:

The first recipe is my favorite. I presume you can get all these simple ingredients there. It was one my mother used to make a lot, too.(tsp ma\eans teaspoon measure) Hope one of these works. Let me knot.
Oatmeal Ice Box Cookies

1 1/2 cup flour 1 cup shortening
1 tsp. salt 1 cup white sugar
1 tsp. soda 1 cup brown sugar
3 cups oatmeal (dry not cooked 2 eggs
1 cup raisins 1 tsp. vanilla
1 cup chopped walnuts

Cream shortening and sugars until mixes well. Add eggs and vanilla. Then add all dry ingredients, nuts and raisins. I often like to mix both yellow and dark raisins. Divide and make long log like rolls and roll in waxed paper. Chill in refrigerator for several hrs. I usually make a double batch and keep in refrigerator until I want to bake them. Slice into wedges and Bake at 350 degrees 8-10 min. (I don't have time written down so bake a small one first to see how your oven goes before doing a whole pan)

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Tata took these pics and M sent them to me to post, enjoy!




Monday, December 28, 2009

Play it Loud!

One thing that Brasil has shown the world is that when things are bad, when things are not right... you never give away your happiness! To some degree, joy became a form of protest.

This youtube post is from JMG, and it reminded me that even with these rediculous terroist events, the economy in the gutter, disgraceful furloughs and fee hikes, right-wing nastiness, global warming, bigotry, homophobia and the wars... we can´t let them take our happiness away... so play it loud people, and dance...



Galaxy Quest would say, "Never give up never surrender!"

Speaking truth to the powerless


THE FIFTH COLUMNIST by P.M. Carpenter

There is likely little in this world that would nip a column's cyber-readership in the bud faster than an antique quote from Ralph Waldo Emerson, but what the hell, I'm feeling defiantly bold this morning:

"[T]he sour faces of the multitudes...," mused the 19th-century philosopher in his famous, albeit indirect, assault on populism, "have no deep cause, but are put on and off as the wind blows and a newspaper directs."

read the rest of the article here


2nd to Last day in Amparo

In my quest to retrieve my camera charger that I left at home, I am going to Rio tomorrow, it just so happens that one of the world´s greatest New Year´s parties will be happening there as well.

Its been a great week here in Amparo, its nice to have a home base, where I can re-tune my Portuguese, and hang out, have a haircut at Beto´s down the street...

Now to spend a few days with Victor & Luis and their amigos. First will be to find Arthur and my recarregador. The rest is completely unplanned and should be great... they are super guys, and their friends have always been great fun.

Its a nice rainy day here, so I am out in a coffee place after going to the bank, and a stop at Pernambucanas (a loja not unlike Sears or Penny's), and the famacia to get some Polvilho Antisséptico Gramado. Which is arguably the best foot/body powder on earth… it must have the same mineral in it that Stewart Hot Springs (near Mt. Shasta) have as it gives my silver (ear ring and wedding band) a nice tarnish.

I am waiting out another shower with a café com leite, its really hot when the sun comes out between showers...

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Sunday Update

This morning, Valdir went to work at 6 am… he does guard work for a conduminio fechado up by Monte Alegre. I have no idea how I am the only one who notices these things, Milton & Tata are three sheets to the wind, and I am left laying in bed wide eyed as the bairro wakes up outside… a few creaky gates, some car starts, Valdir gets on his moto and speeds off, dogs bark, people coming home from last night, then the birds start to sing “vem ti vi!”, more dogs bark, and of course there are church bells… so I grab my kindle and start to read as my sogra begins to walk around the house muttering,


“ai que color!”


In June she walks around muttering,


“ai que frio!”


She is a little put out as we went out without her last night and left her to talk to the neighbors who were sitting out and drinking pinga. She ising around opening and closing the windows… for some odd reason they all close the house, and don’t like fans, when really even when it is oppressive outside a cross breeze and a fan or two would fix it all. But I think that becasue there is little to do other than walk around locking and unlocking doors, opening windows, she just does that… it was, after all, too early for a telenovela, or O Calderão do Huck or something like that…


So I dosed off a bit more, and suddenly there were two missionaries clapping at the front gate…


“chega”


I had had enough, so I called Milton to go answer… and went back to sleep. Luckily he wasn’t convinced or converted when he returned…

From JMG: Obsolete In The Naughties

"Huffington Post has posted a list of a dozen items made obsolete over the last decade. On their list: hand-written letters, the Yellow Pages, dial-up, landlines, CDs, classified print ads, encyclopedias, catalogs, film cameras, and fax machines. I still use a landline and fax machine for work every now and then, and very occasionally play or purchase a physical CD. But otherwise, yeah. To that list I'd add stereos/boomboxes, tube TVs, and travel agents. I kid, I love my travel agents readers!"

courtesy of Joe @ JMG

Saturday, December 26, 2009

Evening on Rua Alemanha

Me my my sogra

This is at special time, when folks sit outside in their carports and on the curb enjoying the cool, as the houses cool down after the nice rain shower or two we had during the almost hellish temperature maximum of today. Almost hellish, as just when it got almost near siffling... spash... ahhhh...

I am sitting here in the “red” with my laptop, and we just turned on the Xmas lights… I am sitting here, listening to two really loud stereos, some evangelical music at a neighbor’s, the cars and motorbikes that drive by and blast propaganda, the church bells doing the misa thing, various dogs barking, kids talking, babies crying, the telenovela on the TV in the barzinho across the street. I watch all this, like it’s on a big screen HDTV, and wave at the neighbors that walk to and fro.

I am enjoying the moment after a walk along the Parque Linear which runs thru the city along the café latte colored Rio Camandocaia. It used to be a fowl smelling ditch of a river that occasionally overflowed during really big rainstorms, now it has a bike path and walking along with a number of workout stations, and a funny little fountain for kids to play in. There is a huge beach volei area and another equally impressive place for kids to do skateboarding. It is planted with nice plants and it really dressed things up nicely.

I have been taking a walk there for years, at times having to dodge truck exhaust, crazy motorbikes and a capivara or two. It is just plain luxurious now. And heavily used by a lot of people… it is a very nicely planned and designed project. Had I more battery, I might take a snap or two… The whole turma came over to sit in the dark and watch O Caldãro do Huck, and well it finally cooled down, and so I went o get a glass of water and they were in rapt attention, and well… off I went… I decided to head to the Supermercado Guarani to get a melitta coffee maker. Why old people the world over think they need these horrid plug in coffee makers is beyond my comprehension.

It was funny as Milton was telling his mother that I make the best coffee… and I have both Milton’s father Aristeu to thank, and my cousin Gary who showed me the proper way. Aristeu told me that coffee needs to be made fresh, and then put into a thermos, never reheated, never microwaved, he told me this as he was taking a cup out of the microwave. The house is a bit tense at times, and he used to get up very early to go get recycling stuff all over town, and made coffee. I think he enjoyed the quietness of the early morning when there were no car stereos, gas trucks,

There are rumbling s of chopes or even a boate tonight. Let’s hope we can get a sitter for the sogra, as last time we went out she put on such a scene that Milton had to take her to the emergency clinic as she was complaining about “falta de ar”, come to find out she felt better, so stopped taking the remedio Spencer has my permission to leave me on an ice flow if I get this nutty… of course in this heat, an iceflow sounds pretty damn nice.

Just now a curious little churros truck just drove up and parked across the street… and Valdir is walking about organizing a pizza run… things are starting to hop around here, I gotta go...

Friday, December 25, 2009

The Christmas Truce of 1914

Paul J. Magnarella, Truthout: "Although World War I ranks as one of the most horrific in history, causing about 40 million casualties and up to 20 million military and civilian deaths, it also included a famous and spontaneous peaceful interlude inscribed in chronicles as the unofficial Christmas truce of 1914."

Read the Article

Boas Festas! Happy Holidays!

from Brasil!

This year, Papai Noel came to Jardim Camandocaia in a ’92 Fiat Uno


The neighbors



Edson & Familia

Tiago


This year, Papai Noel came to Jardim Camandocaia in a ’92 Fiat Uno


It was a great day today. Tiago came out of the bedroom wearing the Santa Suit that Valdir had used for a community service act in the praça. The praça had a Christmas present give away to the children in the Bairro which is a mixed place, tho mostly made up of poor folks. I put the suit on, and grabbed a bag of candy (Helena always has candy around for the crianças) and went to the neighbor’s house, and they laughed at me behind the fence, and wished me as well a “Feliz Natal”. Just then a tiny kid down the street yelled,


"É Papai Noel!”


and she started running in my direction from one of the houses three for four houses down. Nothing in this crowded little neighborhood ever goes unnoticed. I used to get asked if I was a missionary, when I answered in the negative, as in “o jeito nenhum!”, I was greeted warmly and still am no matter how long it is that I am away. Though we are descrete, everyone knows about Milton and I, and they don't really seem to care. On our afternoon walk today, a colleague of Milton’s greeted us, and wished us a, “tudo de bom com voces”.


So dressed as Papai Noel, I walked up and asked the little girl her name and gave her some candy, and I noticed another house across the street with folks out so I went over and gave them candy too. All the time making sure to say,


"hoh hoh ho! Feliz Natal!"


I was getting into it, and stopped to give the kids next door candy. Milton’s family and the neighbors were all standing out enjoying the moment, so Papai Noel suggested that Tata take him to Edson’s family about six blocks away. So Tiago and Tata and I piled into the Milton’s aging ’92 Fiat Uno and off we sped. We turned the corner and a family spotted us, so we stopped and I gave some more candy. And another kid started running out the driveway of his house screaming again,


Papai Noel!”


If there had been traffic he would have been squashed. So what could I do? I walked across the median, over to the little house that had a small group of people and meager little churrrasqueira, and gave out candy. On my way back to the car, the police drove by and gave me the thumbs up sign. I jumped back in the car, we turned the corner, parked across the street, and parked and went into Edson’s family’s home. I met his parents, a brother and a sister, with a little boy of about 1.5 years who was absolutely beside himself with joy. I gave him some candy, put some in a toy truck he got for Christmas, and after a few pictures we left.


On the way back we stopped again at a few houses, the surprise factor was really great. Here people hang out in the carport when it is this hot (today was about 35c), and make a churrasco. A father thanked me deeply, as you could see that the only present the kids had came from Valdir and the prefeitura in the praça. It was good, it was simple, and I enjoyed the pre-carnaval craziness with this rather random act of mitzvah-esque kindness.


I am definitely doing this again…


So that is how Papai Noel came to the Jardim Camandocaia in a ’92 Fiat Uno., and how I had the best Xmas ever.


well they are calling me to eat the leitoa...


Boas Festa a todos!


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