Saturday, February 19, 2011

A Walk before Sunset - Praia de Leme / Copacabana

Down the Stairwell

Luis e Vitor


Praias de Copacabana e Leme desde Morro de Leme



Via JMG: Digital Is Not Saving The Music Industry


Digital music sales have plummeted since their 2005 peak.


reposted from Joe

Certainly CSU Students are not... via SacBee


Beck's & FOX News' Anti-Christ prophet? Duhh? - Rachel Maddow

Captain’s Blog Stardate 02.19.2011 - Rio de Janiero



After a pleasant evening at a sidewalk cafe, and a short walk to a great Resturante Arabi on Avenida Atlântica, was back in bed by midnight… tho my body argued for awhile I eventually went to sleep and woke up about 8am. Luis, after a grueling week, had stayed home so just Vitor & I went to dinner; we sat next to a great couple form Malibu, California. They were finishing a trip by ship that took them from LA to Santos via the Horn. And is the custom in Brasil, you soon start to talk to people at the next table… They had been in Brasil for the last month… they were great fun, and it was fun helping them decide what to do for their last day in Rio. They were especially interested in hearing music.


Vitor suggested, and I liked his way of ordering the day.
1. Sunset from the Pão de Açúcar
2. A stroll around Lapa (and he wrote down a couple of great clubs to listen to music
3. Some restaurants that they might like as well


This morning I woke up with L & V, as they prepared to head out to meet the architect who is helping them with their new apartment about 8 blocks away. They were going out afterwards to buy things – lamps, lights, door knobs, etc… I elected to stay in and rest until they returned when we will all go to the beach, during temperature maximum…



Coming to Copacabana, and staying with V & L, has helped me calm down and relax. A few walks around the neighborhood, helped… the wonderful crowds, with all the crazy diversity, sitting out as the sea breeze comes and watching people walk by , is what makes it fun here… good people, good food good conversation.


Friday, February 18, 2011

I'm kinda feeling it...


Firework
Do you ever feel
Like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind
Wanting to start again

Do you ever feel,
Feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards
One blow from caving in

Do you ever feel
Already buried deep
Six feet under screams
But no one seems to hear a thing

Do you know that there’s
Still a chance for you
Cause there’s a spark in you

You just gotta
Ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the 4th of July

Cause baby you’re a firework
Come on show ‘em what you’re worth
Make ‘em go “Ah, ah, ah!”
As you shoot across the sky “Ah, ah!”

Baby you’re a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make ‘em go “Ah, ah, ah!”
You’re gonna leave them all in “awe, awe, awe”

You don’t have to feel
Like a wasted space
You’re original,
Cannot be replaced

If you only knew
What the future holds
After a hurricane
Comes a rainbow

Maybe a reason why
All the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads
You to the perfect road

Like a lightning bolt,
Your heart will glow
And when it’s time, you’ll know

You just gotta
Ignite the light
And let it shine
Just own the night
Like the 4th of July

Cause baby you’re a firework
Come on show ‘em what you’re worth
Make ‘em go “Ah, ah, ah!”
As you shoot across the sky “Ah, ah!”

Baby you’re a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make ‘em go “Ah, ah, ah!”
You’re gonna leave them all in “awe, awe, awe”

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It’s always been inside of you, you, you
And now it’s time to let it through

Cause baby you’re a firework
Come on show ‘em what you’re worth
Make ‘em go “Ah, ah, ah!”
As you shoot across the sky “Ah, ah!”

Baby you’re a firework
Come on let your colors burst
Make 'em go “Ah, ah, ah!”
You’re gonna leave them all in “awe, awe, awe”

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

Fogo de Artifício
Você já se sentiu
Como um saco plástico
Flutuando pelo vento
Querendo começar de novo?

Você já se sentiu,
Com um papel bem fino
Como um castelo de cartas
A um sopro de desmoronar?

Você já se sentiu
Como se estivesse enterrado ao fundo
Gritando sob seis palmos
Mas ninguém parece ouvir nada?

Você sabe que ainda
Há uma chance para você?
Porque há uma faísca em você

Você só tem
Que acendê-la
E deixá-la brilhar
Apenas domine a noite
Como no dia da independência

Porque baby, você é um fogo de artifício
Vá em frente, mostre o que você vale
Faça-os fazer “Ah, ah, ah!”
Enquanto você é atirado pelo céu “Ah, ah!”

Baby, você é um fogo de artifício
Vamos, deixe suas cores explodirem
Faça-os fazer “Ah, ah, ah!”
Você vai deixá-los dizendo “awe, awe, awe”

Você não tem que se sentir
como um desperdício de espaço
Você é original,
não pode ser substituído

Se você soubesse
o que o futuro guarda
Depois de um furacão
vem um arco-íris

Talvez a razão pela qual
todas as portas estejam fechadas
É que você possa abrir uma que te leve
para a estrada perfeita

Como um relâmpago,
seu coração vai brilhar
E quando chegar a hora, você saberá

Você só tem que
acender a luz
E deixá-la brilhar
Apenas domine a noite
Como o dia da independência

Porque baby, você é um fogo de artifício
Vá em frente, mostre o que você vale
Faça-os fazer “Ah, ah, ah!”
Enquanto você é atirado pelo céu “Ah, ah!”

Baby, você é um fogo de artifício
Vamos, deixe suas cores explodirem
Faça-os fazer “Ah, ah, ah!”
Você vai deixá-los dizendo “awe, awe, awe”

Boom, boom, boom
Mais brilhante que a lua, lua, lua
Sempre esteve dentro de você, você, você
E agora é hora de deixá-lo sair

Porque baby, você é um fogo de artifício
Vá em frente, mostre o que você vale
Faça-os fazer “Ah, ah, ah!”
Enquanto você é atirado pelo céu “Ah, ah!”

Baby, você é um fogo de artifício
Vamos, deixe suas cores explodirem
Faça-os fazer “Ah, ah, ah!”
Você vai deixá-los dizendo “awe, awe, awe”

Boom, boom, boom
Mais brilhante que a lua, lua, lua
Boom, boom, boom
Mais brilhante que a lua, lua, lua


George Takei's Valentine Day surprise for an internment camp survivor



Waterfall



and then the inspiration:






The Buddha in my Roll Aboard


The last few days were an emotional montanha rusa. As the day to leave got closer, I felt time leaving me like the very end of the ampulheta. I am sure there was one or two life threatening things I forgot to do, beside leaving the wifi network up and running (thank you Keith for running over after work and unplugging it and putting it on the pile of things I left to retrieve in a few weeks when I run up and back to get my visa finalized) The morning I was to leave, Milton called and I melted down, walking around the Ponderosa in my boxers for the last time… all the goodbyes, the papers to be signed, the 1001 little petty things  left to do.  

My nice neighbor knocked on the door on her way to work, and she burst into tears… and that was it…all the tension and worry (my dear friend and Delta Angel Barbara has given me a buddy pass to Rio  for $278.00)… suddenly it was iffy if I was getting on board or not… for those of you  not knowing what a buddy pass is, employees of most airlines can give a cheap ride to friends, The kicker is you are listed on standby, and can get bumped by an airline employee who can of course ride for free. She had called the day before, and was upset as my flight from SMF to ATL was full, only 7 seats open and 5 people on wait list.  

I woke up after a frustrating night of packing and finishing up till 1am at 5am and commenced again, turn down the water heater, turn off the refrigerator… needless to say my morning sit was a failure of epic Buddhist proportions… ­my ADD won out, and tears were flowing like I was a little girl. I was exhausted, and I had hit the wall. 
Steve the Blessed Deacon came @ 8am; its best in crisis to have an Episcopal deacon candidate drive you to the airport.  The gay father  he was, didn’t bat an eye at my running mascara, swollen eyes, and sniff, sniff… and he helped me zip the luggage closed and discretely helped me load the stuff and let me say goodbye to the Ponderosa. He drove me thru the rain to SMF, promising to come get me and insisting I would stay with him and Nelson if I got bumped… 

I checked in, trying not to cry, if I had mascara, I am sure I would have looked like Tammy Faye! The nice gentleman informed me that he thought I had a chance, gave me my passes, and I paid my overweight fine (the big mala was 10 lbs over – note to self ditch it!) and proceeded to the gate. In the security line, they flagged my roll aboard for something sharp… (wtf??? Don’t cry!). It was small, and at the bottom… so we opened everything up, and just below the giant brass Buddha and the zafu was the tiny little folding knife from Marger. (Take it, my bad!). Stuffing things back in I walked to the gate and proceed to pace for 2.5 hours… the Italian gentleman shows up, waved me over and let me know I was now 3 out of 7 (looking good, but that he had to go back downstairs, and that he had left a message for the lady taking over, and to check in with her  when she got there about 40 minutes later.  I did only to find I was now 5 of 7… (wtf? Don’t cry!). Spencer  texting me the whole time (you are doing great Dad!). Barbara called and said she was going to fly to meet me (she lives in Tampa and works at the airport there). She called again, and still no news… the nice blond lady then told me, it looks good, just wait… (Wait for it! Wait for it, don’t cry!). Then she called my name as they were announcing first class and babies to board and handed me my seating assignment… if I got on in SMF, I was assured of getting to Rio. Yes! 

The phone rang, it was Gary and I fell apart again… I am sure he is still wondering if I am OK. So I talked to him in front of the window, so folks wouldn't notice, with the tears streaming from me as I watched the pounding rainstorm outside, and matching it drop for drop! 

Texted Spencer (who gets gold stars for parental support!), I turned off the cell phone, and fell asleep as soon as the plane flew up into the clouds and Sacramento faded away. I slept most of the way to ATL. 

When I entered the terminal in ATL, the angel (dare I say Santa?) Barbara was there waiting for me in terminal B.  The Rio flight was two hours, and a beer away in terminal E. I turned on my cell phone and it would not work… (WTF? Don’t cry!).  No time to go online, and it would have been rude anyway because Santa Barbara had paid my way and came to meet me.  So we took the tram to the gate, checked in – and to my relief there was no problem (90 plus seats open), went to a restaurant, ordered two beers and a plate of fried green tomatoes. She is amazing… 
The time arrived, we went to the gate, and I was the very last standby person – all dreams of flying to Rio in the comfort of business class had faded long ago, I was now willing to sit next to any belabored parent and hold their screaming baby all night by then… so I had dinner and a free glass of wine !  And woke up just as the plane crossed into Venezuela, near Caracas. I have my own two seats on the bulkhead, and tho it is not business class, it feels really good none the less…

As I wrap this up, and feel the need to go back to sleep the map says now we are just kms from Brasil.   I realize that South America is now my home, not my destination.  I live here now. Ahh… wtf, go ahead and cry… 

Namo Buddhaya! Namo Dharmaya! Namo Sanghaya! And Namo Brasilaya!



Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Via JMG: Tweet Of The Day - American Red Cross


An American Red Cross employee accidentally tweeted from the official account. Oops? No, not really, the mistaken tweet resulted in an avalanche of blood donation pledges. And for their part, Dogfish Beer staffers joined in.


reposted from Joe

Via JMG: Today In Subliminal Marketing


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Via Utne:

How corporations co-opted the seven deadly sins and turned them into virtues.

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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Via JMG: KANSAS: Tea Party Rep. Connie O'Brien Knows An "Illegal" When She Sees One


"My son who’s a Kansas resident, born here, raised here, didn’t qualify for any financial aid. Yet this girl was going to get financial aid. My son was kinda upset about it because he works and pays for his own schooling and his books and everything and he didn’t think that was fair. We didn’t ask the girl what nationality she was, we didn’t think that was proper. But we could tell by looking at her that she was not originally from this country. She wasn’t black, she wasn’t Asian, and she had the olive complexion." - Tea Party-backed Kansas GOP state Rep. Connie O'Brien, who is attempting to overturn the granting of in-state tuition rates to the children of undocumented immigrants.


reposted from Joe

Via JMG: Photo Of The Day - From Mount Tam


Taken from Marin County, California's Mount Tamalpais, with Sutro Tower and the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. This above size doesn't do this photo justice, so click over for a much larger version and an explanation of the photographer's unusual technique.


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Via JMG: The Search For Planet X


Astrophysicists at the University of Louisiana said today they are close to proving the existence of an enormous gas planet on the far outer edges of the solar system. The long-pondered tenth planet (if you still count Pluto) could be four times larger than Jupiter and its existence would explain the behavior of nearby comets.
The potential new planet has been nicknamed Tyche after the Greek goddess believed to have influenced the fortune of cities. Matese and Whitmire published a paper about it in the journal Icarus in November, predicting the planet's location orbiting the innermost region of the outer Oort cloud, a spherical shell of cometary bodies believed to surround the sun far beyond the orbit of Pluto. The paper suggested evidence of the new planet would have been recorded by NASA's Wide-Field Infrared Survey Explorer (WISE) telescope, launched in 2009, which is releasing its first batch of data in April. The researchers told The Independent this week that they believe the data could reveal the new planet within two years.
According to Wikipedia, ancient Greeks blamed Tyche for natural disasters such as floods and droughts. We totally need to launch a gay rights group with that name.


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AH!Believable-Vol. 1-"Ridiculous Speed Sign"

Via JMG: Swap Meet


(Via - Wall Street Journal)


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Supreme Court Corruption. Scalia And Thomas Found To Have Conflict Of Interests

San Francisco's Annual Valentine's Day Pillow Fight Justin Herman Plaza 2011

Via SacBee: GOP has apparently given up on investing in nation’s future

On Friday, House Republicans unveiled their proposal for immediate cuts in federal spending. Uncharacteristically, they failed to accompany the release with a catchy slogan. So I'd like to propose one: Eat the Future.

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Monday, February 14, 2011

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Monday 14 February 2011

Bill Moyers: "Facts Still Matter ..."
Bill Moyers, Truthout: "While 'most of us like to believe that our opinions have been formed over time by careful, rational consideration of facts and ideas and that the decisions based on those opinions, therefore, have the ring of soundness and intelligence,' the research found that actually 'we often base our opinions on our beliefs ... and rather than facts driving beliefs, our beliefs can dictate the facts we chose to accept. They can cause us to twist facts so they fit better with our preconceived notions.' These studies help to explain why America seems more and more unable to deal with reality. So many people inhabit a closed belief system on whose door they have hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign, that they pick and choose only those facts that will serve as building blocks for walling them off from uncomfortable truths."

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Via NPR: The Dark Origins Of Valentine's Day

A drawing depicts the death of St. Valentine — one of them, anyway. The Romans executed two men by that name on Feb. 14 of different years in the 3rd century A.D.

Opinion
Valentine's Day is a time to celebrate romance and love and kissy-face fealty. But the ancient Romans had bloodier, drunker and more naked notions to mark the occasion.

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Sunday, February 13, 2011

Carnaval 2006 - Ouro Preto, MG (BANDALHEIRA)



find Silvia & I  march by!

Vengaboys - To Brazil!

Egypt: The camp that toppled a president

Cairo's central Tahrir Square was the focal point for anti-Mubarak protesters during 18 days of demonstrations. As the protest neared its peak, the BBC's Yolande Knell took a tour of the area. Explore the protesters' camp by clicking on the links.



Bill Maher - Anti-Pharma Rant

Via JMG: Betty Garrett Dies At Age 90



Broadway star and Golden Globes-winning television character actress Betty Garrett has died at the age of 90. Most of you will probably best remember Garrett as Irene Lorenzo, the wise-cracking feminist plumber next door on All In The Family or as landlady Enda Babish on Laverne & Shirley. In the 1940s Garrett had been a popular Broadway performer, but her subsequent movie career was cut short due to the congressional witch hunt regarding her brief dalliance with the Communist Party.



International Space Station (ISS) Assembly diagram

Space Station 
 
Look at what happened from 1998 until 2008. In just ten years it has grown and grown.   Watch the pieces come together as they are sent up from Earth. This is the International Space Station (ISS) Assembly diagram, piece by piece.  I had no idea the Space Station had grown to this size.  This is really cool.....

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