Friday, November 17, 2006
10 o´clock on a Saturday morning
Category: Travel and Places
Let´s see...
Thursday mostly slept.
Friday, woke up, watched some Brazilian TV - Gilmore Girls in Portuguese (no, I´m not a fan, but it was on...), some Brazilian soaps, Smallville, some other stuff. Their news reports actually report world news on the local news stations. No wonder America´s so provincial. I learned about flooding in Canada and the seizure of the Uruguayan dictator where in America, you´d learn "scary news about a local restaurant" for 20 minutes.
Saw the beach at Prainha.. It´s a popular surfer hangout, with a couple of islands nearby and waves you wouldn´t ever see in Jax. Drank agua de coco - coconut water where they chop a hole in the top and stick a straw in. Was warm, and not as good as the canned cold kind. But, still tasty.
Then we went to a local open-air shopping mall called Downtown. Was fun. Drank cachaca.
Well, off to Sugarloaf and Corcovada.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Brazil trip (11/06)
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Well, I'm here....
Current mood: awake
Category: Travel and Places
Moving old posts from MySpace to over here...
Well, I'm in Rio.
Actually, been here since yesterday morning - here it's three hours ahead, so I'm typing this at 8:45 am on Cris's (Dani's mom) laptop.
The journey itself was fun.
Breakdown --
Dropped off the car at 11:30 am, got to the airport at 11:45 or so. Spent the next hour going through security - they took my Swiss army pocketknife - I swear there was some change in the rules about things like that a while back, with them focusing on bigger problems, but *shrug* I have plenty of others - and checking bags, etc. etc. Wasn't very long to do, just a longish line.
Then called Dad, Mom, Cameron, Doug, to check up and in. Ate at a little Jose Cuervo restaurant in the Miami airport. Picked up an Economist and Newsweek for the plane - wanted to catch up on whatever news I could, since I hadn't seen CNN since Sunday.
Then it's on to the plane(s).
(Took quite a few photos, just no way to load them yet.)
The first plane was an Airbus 320, flight 8075 on TAM Airlines (Brazilian national airline). Took off at 5:20. Well, other people have flown, but that first flight, with that 2G force hitting you for the first time - needless to say I gripped the armrests. Dani took a picture and laughed. I kept asking "What's that noise?" anytime I'd hear something (it was the landing gear going up). I could feel the walls contract/expand due to the pressure (had a window seat of course). So I was a little disconcerted at first. But after eating airline food - the chicken not the fish - and watching Talladega Nights (in Portuguese), I was ok.
But, when we hit the second part of the journey - we landed at Manaus (around 11:00 pm EST) to let some people off and let others on - that second takeoff was fine.
There weren't too many people on the first leg of the trip or the rest, but that second step from Manaus to Belem was CROWDED. We didn't get off in Manaus, so there's no pictures coming from there.
We landed at Belem around
(to be continued, Dani's wanting my a-tain-shon atm)
Well, I'm here....
Current mood: awake
Category: Travel and Places
Moving old posts from MySpace to over here...
Well, I'm in Rio.
Actually, been here since yesterday morning - here it's three hours ahead, so I'm typing this at 8:45 am on Cris's (Dani's mom) laptop.
The journey itself was fun.
Breakdown --
Dropped off the car at 11:30 am, got to the airport at 11:45 or so. Spent the next hour going through security - they took my Swiss army pocketknife - I swear there was some change in the rules about things like that a while back, with them focusing on bigger problems, but *shrug* I have plenty of others - and checking bags, etc. etc. Wasn't very long to do, just a longish line.
Then called Dad, Mom, Cameron, Doug, to check up and in. Ate at a little Jose Cuervo restaurant in the Miami airport. Picked up an Economist and Newsweek for the plane - wanted to catch up on whatever news I could, since I hadn't seen CNN since Sunday.
Then it's on to the plane(s).
(Took quite a few photos, just no way to load them yet.)
The first plane was an Airbus 320, flight 8075 on TAM Airlines (Brazilian national airline). Took off at 5:20. Well, other people have flown, but that first flight, with that 2G force hitting you for the first time - needless to say I gripped the armrests. Dani took a picture and laughed. I kept asking "What's that noise?" anytime I'd hear something (it was the landing gear going up). I could feel the walls contract/expand due to the pressure (had a window seat of course). So I was a little disconcerted at first. But after eating airline food - the chicken not the fish - and watching Talladega Nights (in Portuguese), I was ok.
But, when we hit the second part of the journey - we landed at Manaus (around 11:00 pm EST) to let some people off and let others on - that second takeoff was fine.
There weren't too many people on the first leg of the trip or the rest, but that second step from Manaus to Belem was CROWDED. We didn't get off in Manaus, so there's no pictures coming from there.
We landed at Belem around
(to be continued, Dani's wanting my a-tain-shon atm)
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Stairwell
ascending
two heads close in together
sharing breaths
knowing smiles
listen to the party
a million miles away
descending
howling in the wind
tears in the lamplight
watching baby birds
running for shelter
two heads close in together
sharing breaths
knowing smiles
listen to the party
a million miles away
descending
howling in the wind
tears in the lamplight
watching baby birds
running for shelter
Monday, June 09, 2008
Memory from LSU days...
I remember a girl from my days in college. A roommate of a friend's, the only memory I retain is of one night when I visited their apartment on East Chimes Street, near the north gates of LSU on Highland Road. I'd gone to meet Debbie, and Heather was home.
I'm sitting on a sofa covered with texts and book bags. The lights are low; Debbie's in the back getting ready for dinner. The windows to the street are open, sounds of the campus and the nearby bars and restaurants drift in on the light breeze. A ceiling fan lazily circles overhead. The Cranberries are playing "Linger" and Heather begins to dance. Slowly, she turns, dancing to the music. She knows I'm watching as she twirls, sundress riding up, revealing her knee-high off-white socks. Her long blonde hair creates a shower of light as she ignores me, responding to the music. She's like a fairy, an elf, ethereal in her moves and innocence. She continues to dance until Debbie comes out from the back, ready to go out.
I remember this, and the days of hanging out at Claire's and playing drinking games. Giving back rubs to Melissa, a girl from a neighborhood back home. Getting drunk and watch Tre down a suitcase of Natural Light. Working up stock at the Super*Fresh, then hanging out at Louie's afterwards. Playing pinball at the Circle K and drinking beer with Red, a homeless alcoholic who basically lived there. Erin and her exotic Native American looks. She worked two weeks at Louie's while she followed the Dead. Nights at the Bengal, the Bayou, and other old bars. 80s retro at the Varsity where I danced for hours until I sweated out all the whiskey. Kathleen and her 20s' flopper-girl style haircut. Sheree who thought I was cool and Adriana, the cool violin student who amused herself with my attention. Seeing Hootie and the Blowfish, Sheryl Crow, the Sundays, and others at the Varsity with girls I dated at the time. Jude and his bullet-wound. Jamie and nights of 40s, boiled crawfish and toking.
These were my days in college. My nights of debauchery and wickedness. Nostalgia washes over me as I think of all these things, and what I remember the most is the sundress. Transitory beauty, never lasting, yet eternal, albeit briefly.
I'm sitting on a sofa covered with texts and book bags. The lights are low; Debbie's in the back getting ready for dinner. The windows to the street are open, sounds of the campus and the nearby bars and restaurants drift in on the light breeze. A ceiling fan lazily circles overhead. The Cranberries are playing "Linger" and Heather begins to dance. Slowly, she turns, dancing to the music. She knows I'm watching as she twirls, sundress riding up, revealing her knee-high off-white socks. Her long blonde hair creates a shower of light as she ignores me, responding to the music. She's like a fairy, an elf, ethereal in her moves and innocence. She continues to dance until Debbie comes out from the back, ready to go out.
I remember this, and the days of hanging out at Claire's and playing drinking games. Giving back rubs to Melissa, a girl from a neighborhood back home. Getting drunk and watch Tre down a suitcase of Natural Light. Working up stock at the Super*Fresh, then hanging out at Louie's afterwards. Playing pinball at the Circle K and drinking beer with Red, a homeless alcoholic who basically lived there. Erin and her exotic Native American looks. She worked two weeks at Louie's while she followed the Dead. Nights at the Bengal, the Bayou, and other old bars. 80s retro at the Varsity where I danced for hours until I sweated out all the whiskey. Kathleen and her 20s' flopper-girl style haircut. Sheree who thought I was cool and Adriana, the cool violin student who amused herself with my attention. Seeing Hootie and the Blowfish, Sheryl Crow, the Sundays, and others at the Varsity with girls I dated at the time. Jude and his bullet-wound. Jamie and nights of 40s, boiled crawfish and toking.
These were my days in college. My nights of debauchery and wickedness. Nostalgia washes over me as I think of all these things, and what I remember the most is the sundress. Transitory beauty, never lasting, yet eternal, albeit briefly.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
Photo Slideshow
As promised, a slide show of my pictures from San Francisco. To see larger versions, go to my Flickr page.
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