What???

Harry: you're going to need to hurry up, or I'll eat all the good authors


Ach So

Julia's SOOOOO DTUUUUUNKL

My name is Julia.


I'm... I'm a blogaholic.


=(

Cute or Creepy, part III

Lyrics by Belle and Sebastian


Winter Wooskie

Who's that girl?
She must be nearly freezing
Who's that girl? I'll bet
All that snow makes it hard so see her
Today she waved to me

And maybe I'm in love
Love love, love love
And maybe that's enough
That stuff, that stuff

Made a film
I made it through the window
Who's that star I cast?
All wrapped up in her winter wardrobe
She hurries by so fast

And maybe I'm in love
Love love, love love
And maybe that's enough
That stuff, that stuff

On summer days when the sun shines
I watch the tape
And through the snow, through the window
I watch her wave to me

Who's that girl?
She must be nearly freezing

Cute or Creepy, part II

Julia's Post.

I love how Harry has usurped my blog.

Harry reminds me that the proper term is "coup d'etat."

He's actually typing this right now.

=)

Layers of Blogability (or, Harry and Julia High on Technology)

Chain mail???

Ta-Da! :

Harry and Julia Explain the World, Part II: The Deep

If you are my friend, you've probably heard my theories and feelings on the philosophy, or rather attitude, that I like to call The Deep. The Deep is a very complex concept - a Nirvana-esque state, if you will. Being Deep consists of talking about things that amaze you because you don't fully understand them (and attributing these things to forces that are almost spiritual or intangible... forces that only you - and perhaps a few other blessed ones - are insightful enough to grasp) while trying to woo your listener; after all, not everyone can reach such wonderful secrets of life. Now, everyone has talked Deeply - probably during their teenage years. Yesterday, however, I found an epidemic of The Deep. I promise you: it's one beautiful Deep Moment after another. Ladies and Gentlemen: Before Sunset (2004)


Watch it, and you'll see what I mean.

Here are a few gems:
Jesse: Do you believe in reincarnation?
Celine: Yeah. Yeah, it's interesting.
Jesse: Yeah, right. Well, most people, you know, a lot of people talk about past lives and things like that, you know? And even if they don't believe it in some specific way, you know, people have some kind of notion of an eternal soul, right?
Celine: Yeah.
Jesse: OK, well this was my thought: 50,000 years ago, there are not even a million people on the planet. 10,000 years ago, there's, like, two million people on the planet. Now there's between five and six billion people on the planet, right? Now, if we all have our own, like, individual, unique soul, right, where do they all come from? You know, are modern souls only a fraction of the original souls? 'Cause if they are, that represents a 5,000 to 1 split of each soul in the last 50,000 years, which is, like, a blip in the Earth's time. You know, so at best we're like these tiny fractions of people, you know, walking... I mean, is that why we're so scattered? You know, is that why we're all so specialized?
Celine: I don't know. Wait a minute, I'm not sure... I don't...
Jesse: Yeah, hang on, hang on. It's a, it's a totally scattered thought. It... which is kind of why it makes sense.

Celine: You know, I have this awful paranoid thought that feminism was mostly invented by men so that they could like, fool around a little more.

Celine: I believe if there's any kind of God it wouldn't be in any of us, not you or me but just this little space in between. If there's any kind of magic in this world it must be in the attempt of understanding someone sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed but who cares really? The answer must be in the attempt.


Priceless.

Graduation Gifts!

Ring: 25 ¢

Tattoo: 50 ¢ (given, it is not exactly what I wanted)

Celebrating yourself: YES, PLEASE!

Bros: a tentative report on my findings

Commemorative Post

A university professor set an examination question in which he asked what is the difference between ignorance and apathy. The professor had to give an A+ to a student who answered: I don't know and I don't care.
- Richard Pratt, Pacific Computer Weekly, 20 July 1990


A thought I'd make an entry marking the exact time I am officially done with school work. I just submitted the final draft of my research paper. It was bitter sweet, handing in my baby.

I'll have more posts about graduating soon. For now, sighs... which kind of sighs varies by the second.

Finals week

Julia Azambuja Eats..

Harry's Blog.

It's his 50th post! CONGRATS!

plagiarism

Sonnet 130

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Harry and Julia explain the world

self-explanatory.

vanity, hats and classes

To someone whom I love so very much.

Dialética

É claro que a vida é boa
E a alegria, a única indizível emoção
É claro que te acho linda
Em ti bendigo o amor das coisas simples
É claro que te amo
E tenho tudo para ser feliz
Mas acontece que eu sou triste...

Harry, Condoms and Anthropology

I have a great friend. For anonymity's sake, let's call him Harry.

Harry truly is one of the best human beings I know. People who know him would agree.

He was the one who first pointed out to me the golden rule of convenient-stores-condom-arrangements: condoms always go next to headache medicine.


But this entry is about his newest theory (and it's not like he doesn't have a new one every day)...

Anthropology...

I always thought Anthropology only really had one actual theory that it may claim its own:

Cultural relativism (which, by the way, I don't deem to be that great of a theory anyway).

The rest of it is mostly applied linguistics, with some stuff borrowed from psychology.

Now, Harry has a different theory. See, he is taking this anthropology class this semester and ... let's just say it's not his favorite class. He said to me that anthropology is the one discipline that actively seeks to conclude that we do not know - that we do not, cannot, understand.

In fact, he says, anthropology is the only subject area I know that prides itself the most at not knowing... "Oh yeah, I am a good anthropologist, I know that I couldn't possibly understand that culture for I am a middle class western white male"...

I laughed. I think he is right.

Sexy

Bad


better

<3 fall

Thanksgiving!

And then, of course, there was apple cider and 500 pages of reading...

good times.

Elis Regina -

I don't have many idols... But SHE is my greatest idol. ever.

Physics is sexy

what?

Packing

In a few weeks (hopefully) I'll be on a plane... to Holland (?) ... surely to somewhere. And I am only allowed one backpack. Problem: I HAVE TOO MUCH CRAP.

There is the stuff I am keeping for when I loose those extra pounds;
Stuff my grandma gave me that, well, I don't actually use ...
That dress that I only use every 3 years.
That gorgeous outfit that only goes with that purple pairs of shoes I bought specially for it.
That gorgeous pair of shoes that only goes with one outfit.
The clothes that are amazingly comfy but I don't ever dare to wear in public.

SO MUCH CRAP. It all must go...

... and even then... there are more clothes than room on my pack. boo.

Physics

In a nuclear reactor, rods made of boron are used to slow down neutrons to control the nuclear
reactions (the more neutrons flying around, the more fission reactions). Boron has a light
nucleus. Why not use a massive nucleus like lead to slow the neutrons?

Europe : Here we come.

Totally.

I found METAL! ( - or Dethklok first appearance)

Harry and I went to a show last night, and it was pretty rocking (except for the fact that I hadn't slept "much" the night before and my body was throwing a hissy fit).

During the show there was some dude reading Already Dead and selling cds. And it was among these CDs that I found it. The name is Nile. Song No. 6 is called

" Chapter Of Obeisance Before Giving Breath To The Inert One In The Presence Of The Crescent Shaped Horns".

(I felt the title deserved its own paragraph).

Now, I am not a huge fan of metal lyrics. They sound like 7th graders poetry and I am pretty sure most of them were composed by rhyming the last words of the verses AND then coming up with the verses themselves.

(quick! get the rhyming dictionary! what rhymes with "death"?)

... but this post is not about their lyrics; it's about their actual music.
I am not an expert in music, and especially, I am not an expert in metal... but I must say that I have never ever ever heard any metal band that produced music as generic as this one. Correction: never with the exception of Dethklok. In fact, I am pretty sure I have heard parts of Nile's songs in Metalocalypse. This band was metal in its most generic, collective, cliche form. I mean. Seriously. This band was just so... metal.

\m/

The Economist asks... I answer.

Well... we know they can fucking foot dance like pros.

Time

Scott: Julia! It's been ages since you've posted on your blog! Didn't you know that 3 days equal a year in internet time?

Cute or Creepy?

Soap.

NO. THAT IS DEF JUST CREEPY.

My Uncle is Badass!

This post is to celebrate my uncle's latest achievement: he got a big promotion!

Congratulations, tio Claudio!!

I love you and we are all very proud of you! You deserve it! <3

Where have I been...

Sorry I haven't been posting. I've been scheming though. That is all I'm going to say for now. Scheming - cheers Will (great word!)