life is crazy, ya know?
it's been a while. hmm... thanks everyone who came to my birthday, listened to the music, and contributed to my debauchery. it was most excellent (o: i am enjoying my g. love and special sauce cd set, my library kit, my ipod and everything else immensely. i do not, however, want to drink liquor ever again. you laugh!?! yeah, well, we shall see just how long i can remain a teetotaler--if only for the reason that my liver needs a recovery period. ok, more later--time to start my day. at 2pm. sweet cheesies, i need more work.
the real lengua materna
i like to flip through the other blogspots when i am online as if it were a book of lives, each page a new person. one thing i have definately noticed is that there are a great deal of portuguese blogs. there are a few brazilian ones as well, but most of the portuguese language weblogs are by people from portugal. it provides a great source of vocabulary and usage for a person like myself trying to learn the language, on top of the added bonus of peaking into different cultures and different lives. my two favorite portuguese language blogspots are lapís exílis and incontinência poética. the former is a collection of striking abstract paintings and poetry, among other things. the latter site is a site full of personal poetry, most of which i have a hard time understanding. i have never been the best with poetry in general, so poetry in a language i do not fully comprehend is ever more trying. the blessed thing about art, though, no matter the language, is that it is almost prue emotion; the feelings and perceptions being conveyed can be picked up by anyone willing to look...or hear. emotion knows no language other than its own; and it is a language that everyone speaks. it is the mother tongue of all people. however, while it is simple enough to speak this language, understanding it takes more effort. if you only pay attention, you can understand a lot more than you think.
feed me.
here's the link to my new weblog about food, beverages, and tea, which surpasses all less divine classification of comestibles. i just updated it, though i still have to get a handle on the recipe-posting. i think I'll have a cup of ko-kei cha to celebrate. mmm...
none of this gimmick crap.
ok. so i was thinking that my journal needs some sort of focus--like, my obscene consumption of tea, why i must lick certain things to figure out what they are, or i could just write the whole thing in medieval spanish. with the spanish thing, i wouldn't even have to pay attention to spelling. i mean, no one on any continent spelled anything the same way twice even in the same sentence. it's a puzzling thought. i really don't think my life needs any gimmicks. really, what it needs are trips to south america and maybe more work--and a place to rant about how ridiculous bostonians truly are. hmmm... there is a strange man who wanders through ball square periodically, coughing as loud as any human being could possibly manage. i think he gets his jollies from actually coughing on other people and watching them flee to the other side of the street. i am just happy that i have become aware of regularly occuring events near my house. maybe i should buy him some 'tussin. the 'tussin cures all. my tunes:
joe satriani - a train of angels
there is just something about that man and his guitar...
ay, amigos!
mkmoo: y quiza...
mkmooo: eres un barracho ridiculo
pcbaby: i am not a ridiculous burrito
mkmoo: ROFLMAO
pcbaby: you're an insane enchilada
one giant leap backward...
Yahoo! News - Va. Bill Sets Fine for Low-Riding Pants
I can barely comprehend this one. is it any wonder why the legislative process moves so slowly? it's because senators are worried about their constituents seeing your joe boxers/ass floss.
this just means teenagers will protest be bringing back the butt cleavage look. i really think uptight virginians would rather see a lunar eclipsed than a half moon.
forbidden fruit.
michael has given me a plethora of new fonts, many of which are very tasty. thanks mike! i especially like this one that is all images--which look very spike & mike inspired. peeking at them all and deciding which fonts i wanted to download has taken most of the evening. but fear not! it is mardi gras, and i am sure that the drunken revelry will continue early into the morning (except for in somerville, as those puritanical bastards close everything at 1 am). i was helped out immensely by font book. that you, apple.
speaking of apple, if anyone wants to get me the mac mini for my birthday, i would be incredibly appreciative. hell, i will settle for an ipod of some sort--though i think that the ipod has killed the art of 'mix tape' creation much as video killed the radio star.
this post is brought to you by the word of the day from merriam-webster online, mostly because today's word is making me thirsty...
The Word of the Day for February 8 is:
rathskeller \RAHT-skell-er\ noun
: a usually basement tavern or restaurant
Example sentence:
Many workers from the town's mills and factories liked to
gather after hours at the rathskeller located underneath the
banquet hall.
Did you know?
"Rathskeller" is a product of Germany, deriving from two
German nouns: "Rat" (also spelled "Rath" in early Modern
German), which means "council," and "Keller," which
means "cellar." The etymology reflects the fact that many early
rathskellers were located in the basements of "council houses,"
which were equivalent to town halls. (The oldest rathskeller
found in Germany today is said to date from the first half of
the 13th century.) The earliest known use of "rathskeller" in
English dates from 1766, but the word wasn't commonly used until the 1900s.
Although the German word is now
spelled "Ratskeller," English writers have always preferred the
spelling with the "h" -- most likely to avoid any association
with the word "rat."
it's a good day
yeah, so the pats took the superbowl. hot damn! that was a pretty good game. the eagles made some great plays, and t.o. was a force to be reckoned with, but it all comes down to teamwork. the pats are a unit, a single force, a true team with a coach that really drills that idea into them. i am very happy for them all. yay! oh, and here's a goofy little thing about boston sports, courtesy of callie's away message:
"Boston sports teams are like men in relationships: the Patriots are like the new boyfriend that you really like- he's awesome but almost too good to be true, so you worry. The Bruins are like the guy that you just casually dated and you dont really care about him, he's just something to do.The Celtics are like the marriage that was great at one time but has lost its spark and you always kinda look back and think about how great it was. And the Sox are the hard core abusive husband who just absolutely tears you apart, but day after day you always go back to him cause you always believe that tomorrow will be different and you just love him too much."
meanwhile, i was trying to bike to my pottery class, and i blew out a tire. i cannot go today. grrrrr. well, i will have to see if marc will give me a tutorial so that i am not completely behind the rest of my class. what do you say??blat?? meanwhile, i need to go grab a new tube for the rear tire and change it over. it figures that it would be the rear tire, but at least i know how to change it.
i still need to figure out the html a bit more before i stick a section for music in this blog. meanwhile...
my current tunes:
the toadies - possum kingdom
filter - hey man nice shot
rock out.
weblog couture
this is total swank, eh? i got my snowy template from richa who made some really great free blogger templates. this is my favorite, but the are all superb. i still have to sort trough the html and put up my links and tunes, so give me a little time to do that.
still no answers on the nepali takeover, hmm? well, it's going to just have to wait until after the sooperbohl tomorrow. we are going to win another one. I am hunkering down on jon's parents' couch in front of high-definitioned greatness to watch the boys bring home another win to new england.
but first, i am going to finish this avocado and go down to the royal white to finish up my laundry.
go pats!
somebody please...
...update me on the coup in nepal. i know precious little about the political history of the country, especially since 1991, and i haven't had a chance to look into it. enlighten me, anyone?
i'll be back tonight. i have to go tutor out in lexington until 5. ¡chao!
what a tiny, tiny world...
ok, so i know i should be a good political scientist and watch the state of the union address, but he's such a funny-looking man. i would really rather read the transcript so i do not have to feel awkward and shallow about how dopey he looks. it should make for a good fake-argument with chris anyways. more on how i feel about that later though, once i become more informed.
the real reason i'm up here in the blue room is because i am talking to my buddy callie from college on aim. as it turns out, she is dating someone with whom my mother works--thirty or so miles removed from the college. there's whimsical happenstance for you. i know the two of them will have fun, and they are both coming to my birthday on february 19th now.
who's coming to my birthday bash up in chelmsford, anyways? i forgot to invite a few people, i am sure. it is a public event, a battle of the bands even, so anyone in the area is welcomed to come. if i have to hoof it from medford to chelmsford on my birthday, there had better be a whole lot of people there to greet me. come play pool, listen to music, drink, eat, and be merry. post me a comment on this entry with your email address and i will send you the evite. if you're willing to have a good time and bring me cake, then you are invited.
someone had better bring a cake.
i mean it--there will be cake.
permiso...
jonathan, is it alright with you if i have a teeny crush on gael garcia bernal and diego luna alexander? it's not huge. it's a phase. i swear.
after watching y tu mama tambien, the terminal, el crimen de padre amaro, todo el poder, diarios de motocicleta, i think i'm a little hooked on the two very talented actors. muy diferente y muy muy bien. it makes me wish we made movies up here like they do down there. sigh.
other than this tragic fascination with two people i've never met, i seem to be coming down with a stomach bug--or, as my dad likes to call it, the scambeze crud. really, the crud is anything that makes one sick as a dog, and particularly if one vomits several times a day. that's what he says, anyways. it's getting in the way of learning portuguese, which is going to push irish-gaelic back a few more weeks.
but soon! i will be able to order cheesebread at the brazilian bakery in magoun square, and they won't look at me like i have ten heads.
or could it be that incident last night with the too many beers and the too little food and empathetically watching mr. bernal wheezing as el che?
tal vez.
rabbit rabbit
su·per·sti·tion
Pronunciation: "sü-p&r-'sti-sh&n
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English supersticion, from Middle French, from Latin superstition-, superstitio, from superstit-, superstes standing over (as witness or survivor), from super- + stare to stand -- more at STAND
1 a : a belief or practice resulting from ignorance, fear of the unknown, trust in magic or chance, or a false conception of causation b : an irrational abject attitude of mind toward the supernatural, nature, or God resulting from superstition
2 : a notion maintained despite evidence to the contrary*
[*from the merriam-webster dictionary online, www.m-w.com]
there is a superstition that states: if the first words out of one's month are 'rabbit rabbit' on the first day of the month, that person will have good luck that whole month. i am not a particularly superstitious person; this might account for why i do not remember to say 'rabbit rabbit' first thing in on the first day of each month. however, the fact that i remember this little auspicious trinket makes me wonder if i am not just more absent-minded than paranoid about things i do not understand...
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I have not posted here for a long time. between finding more tutorees and teaching myself new languages, i will find the time. it is, as portuguese speakers say, uma coisa muita catartica.
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