Uma carta de gostar

 Não sei, mas deu uma vontade enorme de te ver. De estar com você, de ver você. De testemunhar de primeira mão essa vida louca que eu imagino que tu vives. Vida essa que deve ser um porre se tiver que ser vivida todos os dias. Liberdade de mais nos dessensibiliza. Eu tomo muito cuidado para viver minha vida no normal, nada de extravagancias continuas. Mas não era nada disso que eu queria te dizer. Não queria divagar sobre a vida, nem ouvir tuas divagações. Escrevo porque não tenho o que realmente queria de ti, um abraço, dormir juntinho, frases ridículas de impacto, risadas, comer pipoca na cama, transar até se o tédio bater. Te conhecer assim. Depois ir embora, que eu sou uma pessoa muito ocupada e tenho mais o que fazer da vida. Vou ao shopping, compro um vestido novo. Não te encontro de novo por anos. Mas quando penso na nossa manha juntos (sempre com muito carinho), fuço teu face.

Te envio essa carta em público, pois não tenho coragem de faze-lo em privado. Mas depois te mando o link, que sou muito ansiosa para deixar essas coisas ao acaso.

obrigada pelas memorias carinhosas

My book

Some great fake business book titles:

* If the past doesn't affect the future, leave it in the past
* Checks and balances, or check mate
* Be genuinely kind for completely selfish reasons
* Get to the bottom of it: the lesson learned from Phil Purcell
* Just because its running, it doesn't mean its working
* Corporate Culture: The great soft hand with bones of ancient stone
* Spell check it!
* Stop analyzing and do something - anything

=)

Playin'

In life, wins who panics the least.

Oh!! And before I forget...

Best birthday comment goes to Brent.

"well i figured i would wait until it was th 18th for the both of us.
so happy birthday

did you know that tomorrow chipmunks come out of hibernation? bet you did not know you shared anything in common with chipmunks."

<3

It would have been the best birthday ever...

... had my family been here =)

I always have been really big on birthdays, i think it's really important to celebrate them... yet it is never as good when my family is not around.

I can, however, say that this year I fucking celebrated my birthday - A LOT.

My birthday was Tuesday, and, let me tell you, I started celebrating it on Friday (per Luiza).
On Saturday I went out a my friend and on Monday my REAL celebration started.

It just so happens that my birthday is on the 18th and St. Patric's Day on the 17th... What better combination? Me and three of my Brazilian gals (Luiza, Priscila and Fernanda) went downtown for the annual St. Pat's day blowout. Let me tell you, tava bombando!

I am putting some pictures up, but I dont think they can fully convey the madness. IT WAS AWESOME!!



Here are more pics.

On Tuesday my they bought me a cake at work, sang happy birthday, AND - SO COOL - my boss bought me GAROTO!!! (Brazilian candy) ROCK ON!

My drawer @ work:


So that is it? NOPE.

Later that day I went out with Harry to get Indian food and watch and Indiana Jones movie.
OOOOO And harry bought me the BEST cake EVER. Chocolate mousse. It was grand.



So there you have it. Miss you, Family.

Like a Relationship on Speed

They call us the "un" generation. We are uninterested, unconcerned, uncaring, unmoved, unresponsive, untouched and unimpressionable . We are apathetic. We are noncommittal. We are selfish and self-indulgent. We got our values all wrong. We know very little.

I see where this criticism comes from and I try my best to hold on to any evidence to the contrary. Sometimes though, you just can't avoid the truth when it's banging on your door.

The other day I was coming home from job-hunting, sitting on the bus, reading a book, when this guy comes in. He was probably on his mid to late 20s. He starts talking to people around me, asking them whether they were registered to vote, telling them about environmental issues. I take a look at him, he has a calculus book: inside a few petitions lay. "There!" I think. Here is someone from our generation, ready and willing, going to college, probably working and still making time to be socially active! Take that!"

After he collects a few signatures, I ask him, "Why are you doing this?"
(I should have stayed with my fantasy)
"They pay me a buck a signature", he says.
" I see" I say, and think, "well, a guy must pay his way through college. This is a flexible enough job that he can do it in between classes."
"So where do you go to college?" I ask.
"College? I don't think so. I am never going back to school"
"Oh.. I just saw the Calc book and I thought...."
"Oh this? Oh no. I actually just needed a clipboard and I happened to find this book on a bench..."
"..."

Eu sei que as aparencias enganam... mas po!

Bitter Sweet

This made me smile, but I also cried a little in the inside.

I want LEGOS so bad! Any donors?

<3

An accurate depiction of our trip (summary).

Easily Amused

As some of you might have noticed, I am very easily amused (whenever I am not on my period, or "on the rag", suffering a "visit from Aunt Flo", "Raining down south" ... or whatever you want to call it (God, I love the English language!)).

At risk of sounding dangerously like Hughes let me tell you about the newest addition to our house, our baby, our shinny star, our pride and joy: The Blackboard. Yes, we are now the proud owners of our very own blackboard. In fact, we have made it ourselves!

Actually, making it was the easy part. Finding chalk, on the other hand, was an arduous pilgrimage. You would think that art supply store would sell that kinda thing... you would think..

But no matter! We have found chalk and returned happily to our home, and here is one of the very things Harry wrote with the chalk we bought:



I laughed.

Meet the cast.

Before we descend (further) into the depths of madness, I'd like to introduce you to the stars of our show:

Julia Secunda is Harry's GPS.

We've Made It!!

Twenty-two days ago Daniel, Harry and myself left Atlanta (where my good friend Phil lives) and started on our journey across country. But, after days of fast food, cheap hotels and - sigh - scarce and scattered tubes, we've made it! Dan is back at school and Harry and myself managed to get ourselves a nice place, we had an adventure involving a couch, a belt, and an elevator... we even made ourselves a blackboard (it's ok to be jealous).

As I have mentioned in previous postings, I have maintained a diary of our trip in the form of comics. Over the next few days, I'll be disseminating them via posts on this blog. Don't worry if you don't understand them - that makes you one of the lucky ones.

... now all we need is to get a job... or 2, if possible.

oh do I

I have comics and as soon as I have a house, I'll be uploading them.

=D

pseudo-update

Look, voracious fans. I know I haven't updated this blog since I've been on the road...


I was going to follow it with an excuse, but I find none fitting. No worries though. I have been keeping every adventure logged in cartoon form. It will be grand.

So yeah. Blogging about not blogging. How sad.


Anyway, maybe I'll update for real tomorrow. It depends where we are spending the night.

XOXO

Julia

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.