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My land has palm trees where songbirds sing...

When I get better or cured from the hydrocephalus one surgery did nothing about, I want to get Mommy a memorial rock, a pink one, with a bronze plaque, in which her ashes will go. We'll have a forró, which is a Brazilian interpretation of the expression "for all". It'll be the celebration of her life, lived as she wanted it to be lived, open to all creeds, aimed at high achievement. Josephina Oiticica Harris was one of the first female law graduates in Brazil. Her linguistic ability enabled her to translate all the historical maps of the Mapoteca Histórica of the Itamaraty, the Ministery of Foreign Relations. Under our palm tree, which is gated, the pink rock with the bronze plaque will have a few verses of a well known poem. Click to read it in English. Mommy used to make fun of me saying  I was more Brazilian than she; I always cry when reciting it or reading it. So you read it, for a change. Click and don't feel ashamed if you get teary eyed. The song  Tom Jobim and Chico Buarque wrote about the bird, sabiá, is here. Click. See you soon!

Am I a Fortune Teller?

Call me presumptious. I read all morning about the USA and its politics. I'm   willing to bet hard cash and Rubinho's thing to boot (see story below) John McCain will be the next president.
While Dems bicker, try to find an honorable exit for Hillary, count on Obama as the president, our unbiased media presents John McCain to the American people.
Carry on, Dems. Carry on. Sorry later? I won't be sorry for you. Or us, for that matter.

I Regret to Inform I'm Off Today

I wish I could resume my blogging responsibilities full-speed. However, I am very tired and now I am not sure whether my wobbling is due to exhaustion or to a natural consequence of the hydrocephalus surgery. I haven't really taken it easy at all. It's time for a break. I'll be in charge of the del.icio.us anarchic_universe network, but that 'll be all.

Unless there is something of utmost importance, I'll be sleeping.  See you soon, folks!

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes... #3

I had a post ready for you, but I don't know how to use my Concorde , a MacBook  Pro very well.
To change from a 2003 generation to a spanking new 2008 is tough. I knew my Hillary , a PowerBook G4, so well. But Concorde is ahead of me.

While I wait for the surgery of NPH, I must make the arrangements for Mommy's Memorial ceremony. My hands get tired. Last night I had neuropathy that was a killer, with electric shock charges from my left hand to my elbow. My feet, the same.

I will close now, but before I do, I would like to let you know I am changing Anarchic_Universe® layout to include my Tweeter. It is a fast way to communicate. I'm tinovska51.

Mommy's ceremony, celebrating her long life, filled with exceptional achievement, should be in ten weeks, here, under the palm tree.

I will be in recovery of my real self, physical and mental, ravaged by this normal pressure hydrocephalus for a year, at least. In the meantime, I would like you to visit Universo Anárquico® to see the photos I placed there in my most recent post. You'll be able to see a photo of Mommy. She used to refer to it as "My last photo as a single woman."  Then you'll also see the Tour Eiffel, a tribute to her repetitive sentence,"Rio and Paris are the most beautiful cities in the world."

To prove the beauty of Rio, there is a photo of me, when I was a foxy lady and my "nephew". Like my son, he was lazy to speak. So, his first word was "FOGO!"
My son's was "Ocean."

As for politics, let's skip that. Wake me up on the first Tuesday in November. My ticket is and has been Democratic Party.

The Twitter Bug

Well, my friends, I have been bitten by the Twitter bug. Not in a 24/7 way; there are house chores to administer, the garden, my son and husband, e-mail subscriptions, and that's the way the ball bounces for someone older with lots of responsibilities.

When I started teaching at LAUSD I finally learned to leave procrastination and tardiness behind. My principal was an old skool Japanese, Dr. Morita. She'd stand by the sign-in cards and show her loathing for tardy teachers. Even considering she was very small, her loathing darted from her eyes straight like a dagger into one's heart. So I learned to be punctual.  It was hard to commute from Central Los Angeles, a Salvadoran neighborhood where I lived, near Koreatown, to San Pedro and Adams, a couple of blocks from the L.A. river.

So, in learning how not to procrastinate, I learned to measure my time more efficiently. However, tardiness runs in the family. My father took his time to go out, my mother took double time to arrive anywhere, and my son seems to cultivate the rush of last-minute deals.

How did you like today's links? How about the one about UCLA's finding on cancer and marijuana?  Now, I didn't add the one on the passing of Bob Marley's mother's death. What am I supposed to add? Let's light up in your honor? I don't think so. I shot the sheriff but I didn't shoot no deputy?  You all must know the meaning of the previous sentence -- I got rid of the top guy but there are many others that remain. Um-hum.

What I am learning in Twitter is the art of being concise. Coming from a verbose country like Brazil, it'll take a while. Twitter is kewl; I am getting to "know" more people in the English-speaking community, which is so important for Anarchic_Universe.

Hey, "I Shot the Sheriff"; how about that?

Did You Hear... I Know, I Know!

Craig Ferguson has become a fixture for us to watch, recorded, of course. We didn't know about him until recently. He's great; he's not a pasteurized version of humor.

I hope his show continues. In the meantime, it's springtime here. I have a difficult post to write and I keep on postponing it. It's about the passing of my friend since 1981, Dr. Uschi Drolc. Some other time, okay?

I was amazed at the amount of sex scandals in the  Los Angeles Times of today,  March 14.  The NY governor is old news. Then there was the death of a presumed serial killer and the shocking revelation a vice-principal accused of molestation at some other LAUSD school was transferred to another school and, oops! he did it again, it seems.

This news certainly pales the s*it list at SAMOHI.

My big behind is hurting from the four spinal taps given on my sciatica nerve. I want to leave you some photos of spring and a song I love, by Tim Maia, Primavera (Springtime.) Then, back to bed for more fun and games.

Miscellaneous News from Home and Arnaldo Baptista

After the scandalous "cyber-bullying" sh•t list of kids and sexual practices, SAMOHI-Pals moved on to kids burglarizing the neighborhood.  Then there was the  search for tutors, which is more of the same. Why go to a public school in which only the bright and an•l kids have a chance and then pay for tutoring?

Yesterday was a phone-calling day to clear issues regarding my E.R. "treatment" and insurance issues. I did feel a little spaced out.

Now there is exciting news for Russian-descent children at SAMOHI. They can win up to 15 units of college work, taking Russian at  UCLA. [Ya gavariú paruski]!
[Otchem hattashaw]!

Our del.icio.us links  should be moving to another Yahoo service after I consult the other members of the network. Today I realized a lot of links didn't have a link to del.icio.us.

The latest at SAMOHI is... the site was spammed. Gee, I thought it was for real. An offer for idle people to work from home. It wasn't. It was spam.

Why not combine a trip to Rio de Janeiro with a book-signing evening with Arnaldo Baptista, from Os Mutantes? I recommend the Arpoador Inn Hotel, a beach front suite. The view is awesome. The male staff is great, the restaurant has been trying.

Arnaldo Baptista's book signing e-mail invite is here. The date is April 30. Click to enlarge. Check it out.  Click to enlarge.

Short and sweet - News and Sex

Today is my mother's birthday.  She turns 88, but she hardly knows this anymore. It was a hot day, my feet are killing me and all I can say is there will be great del.icio.us links tomorrow and Universo Anárquico has a couple of posts on Sex- Advice for kids and womin.

Take care and I will see you tomorrow.

Zappa 4ever

Frank Zappa was a genius. I feel sorry he's gone. My first post in my first blog in English was his interview with the hawks at CNN? MSNBC?  He was so cool.

My "Hillary" Apple is working with half its RAM; in other words, it isn't really doing much. I gotta find a solution to my  problema soon. The anarchic_universe del.icio.us network gains a new member tomorrow. w1zard is from Brazil, from the south and a kewl blogger and friend.

I hope you enjoy the links so carefully chosen for tomorrow. My favorite one is  from a Portuguese blog, and this is no joke. It has all of those old games, the harmless ones, without monster noises or violent graphic stuff.

It's time for me to go faire doh-doh. I hope to leave you here with Willie the Pimp, from Zappa's Hot Rats.  See you tomorrow.

Circumstances Beyond My Control

I need to communicate to you, readers and searchers, I am and will be on reduced pace re. blogging. I am very tired of the fight with the keyboard and frankly, the Hillary v. Obama campaign has taken over my soul. TV is addictive.  There. The newspapers have been more appealing to me than a computer thru which it's a struggle to express myself.

I'll be coming in less often and I will try to keep my del.icio.us network going.

Thanks to all, stealing Ahnold favorite expression, "I'll be back." Now watch this, please, straight from Chicago, about that Mafioso guy, Antoin "Tony" Rezko, Obama's patron since 1995.

One for snacktime - On Bloggers

Enjoy while I have breakfast and read the paper. I'll be back.

• The blogger was such a high brow, his comments had footnotes.

• The blog was so multidimensional, you'd find more op-ed positions there than positions in the Kamasutra.

• It was such a confusing blog it was written in Portuguese about USA politics for disinterested Brazilians, ignoring any geopolitical difference between Ilinois and Iowa, or a caucus and a primary.

• It was such a spiritual blog,  the blogger believed in the absence of pork in Congress, both American and Brazilian.

• It was such a naïf blogger, he bought the video on American ignorance of international geography flmed  with tourists in front of The Sidewalk Cafe,Venice Beach, California, which is also OLD. We are ignorant of geography at our convenience or the Panama Canal wouldn't have been built.

• It was such a juvenile blog, its owner asked for Elementary School Id cards from its readers.

• It was such an idiotic blog it kept its aura among the elementary school children by creating a sect mentality; and then another and another.

•This blogger was so full of herself, at night she had to go out to see others thru plastered eyes.

•It was a politically incorrect blog. It found no followers, a fact that remains inexplicable to this day.

• It was a blog dedicated to writing about technology in third grade language. The problem was that its followers were second grade nerds.

• It was an obscure blog, written by a multilingual blogger, in obscure syntax and language, followed by pseudo-intellectuals like her.

Don't forget our fantastic anarchic_universe del.icio.us links. Our group has changed to: Tom Watson, w1zard, Seth A., who's known me since the flame war I won but had to leave my blogs behind, Gabriela Zago,
André Marmota, a star blogger in his own right, and yours truly, the abstruse Tina Oiticica Harris.

Education in Santa Monica

This is the first post in a series. I would like to dissipate some myths about this excellent (ahem) school district of two schools in one. You see, my son is an eleventh grader. Nobody taught him how to take notes, nobodychecks his notes or ever did and he lacks study skills, a big discovery we arrived at last night, which has kept me up.

There is an industry of tutors in SM. The students who get tutoring don't ever gain independence from the tutors, either.  A contractor with basic education remarked these words of truth.  Very simply put, after the era of "whole language" -- call it whole misconstrued concept -- nobody taught the kids study skills.

So my son, at sixteen, is a baby. He doesn't know how to take notes, we realized last night. He doesn't show his notes to his teachers, there is always the infamous excuse high school teachers have too many students. Well, if you equally ignore your 150 students, I'll say your job is a walk in the park. In SMMUSD the squeaky wheel gets the oil. Those are the "volunteers parents" -- the ones always at school who won't leave teachers any breathing space.

The sad reality of our son's experience in the district was two years in the Spanish Immersion Program where he didn't learn doodley squat. Not even the word "casita" (little house) -- Thank you Lawdie, the first-second grade teacher left for Sacramento.

In a regular English-only school, he was taunted as gay (Gay_briel, get it? with the complacency of the principal.) The "gay" bit went all the way to middle school, where he was stalked by a demented special ed. kid. The one good teacher he would have had in fifth grade, who would have taught, got pregnant and kept her feet up for the rest of the year. In middle school his sixth grade teacher was Mrs. Jackson Five. His seventh grade teacher was great, project-oriented, but couldn't by then remediate his flaws. His eigth grade teacher, also great, retired.

At SAMOHI, his ninth grade teacher is of the type who is bent on destroying the anal-retentive good kids and smashing the mindless ones, like my son. My son makes the same mistake year in and out -- he screws up in the beginning, gets marked as a "bad kid" and when he wants to recover it's too late. That has happened at SAMOHI, which is not a school for him, too big, impersonal, a big f* you to non anal students whose  parents are out of the loop.

Gabriel is smarter than 99.99% of the school population. But he is not interested in rote and he doesn't know how to take notes or write an outline, an art lost in these recent decades. So later on, when he comes back, I'll ask to see his notes, if there'll be any and start teaching him how to transform a book into notes. I'll drop a Klonopin before we start for good measure, and off we'll go, I make 20K while they make at least 70 K but such is life.

I'm still bummed about the dumping on Hillary. But that shall pass, too.  Good morning to all.

All I Can Say Is...

Please go to the NYTimes.com to read about a very controversial African_American blogger, whose frail health killed him a age 42. There is a great article about him in Tom Watson's blog.

The most important lesson I learned from it is how different our personas on the Net can be from our selves in a daily routine. I am quite familiar with Harlem, especially with 144th Street and 125th, where I got my Social Security card, sitting on a folding chair, mesmerized with a tiny cockroach traveling on a Chinese man's leather jacket. That was in the days I though NYC was the greatest place where I could possibly live, 1981.

There are friends in NYC I should call, but I am too weak today.  We are getting around to equipping the home for my new condition and voice-recognition software in on order. Soon it'll be 2008, spring and
annus horribilis will be over.

Peace to all, maybe tomorrow? Why not? Spring in Central Park, 2001.©

Bloggers Love to Read Blogs; And You?

Blogs have become a reading routine in my life. I found one more blog today, Anthony Steyning whose link I added in a gut reaction to his writing. Unfortunately a combination of factors is taking its toll on my reading. The worst one is my lunch hour to the sound of VH1 Classics. Ah! All those songs I heard in the eighties; they keep me glued to the screen. I am a slow eater, too.

However, I would like to tell you I added a link here yo uwill share with me with pleasure. It's Anthony Steyning's musings. I couldn't resist after reading his piece on "Waiting for Godot." That is a link in anarchic_universe links with del.icio.us. Check it out.

"Tomorrow will be another day."  Boy, I dislike this movie very strongly. I'm referring to "Gone With The Wind." That reminds me of my Jewish grandma -- Happy Hanukkah, folks. She used "Filled with wind, piss and excitement" quite often.  The film title also reminds me of "The s* flew and the wind blew." That one was Daddy's. His other one, somewhat obscure in meaning, goes, "If A-holes were bigger and wider, you would exist."

On that final  note of a saying my father used quite frequently, all I can add is "Good Night and Good Luck."  We are living in those days again, aren't we?

Here is a dissing song by Rita Lee, former member of Os Mutantes, one of my favorite rock and roll ones she sings. The boy on stage is her son and the guitar player is her husband.

Beware of Widgetbucks by swap.w

I just came upon this video. As bloggers don't make money, except a few, I guess, and I am not one of them, I would like to leave here the link to swapw's advice. I find his videos simply constructed and well delivered, in a language tech-dumbell here can understand.

Widgetbucks, what they are, and why they may not be good for you, with Swap.w.

Widgetbucks. Click for video.

Maka Maka, Hillary and Bills

It's a bummer when lawyers are the only ones reading you. In addition, it's weird I use Firefox and all my readers are comig through Internet Explorer.
I guess I should surrender and buy a Vista (with no view) or just insist, as my nature tells me to.
Google lost nothing after losing an infinitesimal share of biz on Facebook, a kewl relationship site to Microsoft. Google just went ahead to announce Maka Maka, which reminds me of Tiki Tiki a drink at Trader Vic's a five star restaurant of the 50s. Really old for our standards here in Los Angeles.
Maka Maka makes a lot of sense. After all, Macca, the Beatle, is the only in the newspapers, tabloids, cutting deals here and there. Who wants to read about HoneyPuss in long boots Patty Boyd ?  Or Eric Clapton's pathetic confessions of plagiarism?  My source on the latter is B12 Solipsism, beware, spreading confusion on the Net since www 1.0.
I wish I had been a blogger in the 1990s instead of an educator. Then a blogger instead of a translator.  Here we are.

Maka Maka is a way of virtual life. It's a sweet surrender to Mountain View.  More than  MySpace, Orkut or FaceBook, more than the Google Bar, Maka Maka will take care of every single aspect of your life.  All we need now is love between Google and Apple.  Every time I read left click I cringe.

Hillary, my presidential candidate, also cringes at the idea of a left click. Left nada. This time she won't be the mousey brown-haired GOPer who watched Nixon's fall. She won't be the blondie feminist who adamantly declared 'I'm not the stand by your man type' while Mme. HW Bush gave away her favorite cookie recipes.

Hillary will be tough as nails, setting aside those who are in her way, kinda of like Mountain View will with Maka Maka.  One of Hill's Bills is deeply involved in his former POTUS job, his library.  Another is a bill, immigration, in which she used the best of clintonism's -- It depends on what the definition of if is.  Her bills, money amassed during the campaign, are the target of all candidates, except her key bill.  Bill Aberdeen, the one imposed by the Brits on slave ships is history. If Barack Obama couldn't stand tall against BP why would he now?

Bill Richardson, ahhh! That's my man. Rotund, Native-American, Spanish fluent, he looks just like me.  A former cabinet member for Bill POTUS, he can add he has experience building our image and is faithful to his political background.

Like Google, Inc. couldn't care less if it is indeed IE the browser for Google Bar, at 600+ dollares/share one can afford t be less popular among its peers, and Maka Maka is coming. Hillary can laugh at the face of John Edwards, who lost his home state, playing a poor self-made man when in fact a millionaire insurance lawyer. Hillary Clinton is my person today and at the polls, for a better America, centered, supported by all the bills that matter and Bill Richardson, for vice-president, the governor of New Mexico.

The beauty of it is -- Hillary doesn't really have a home state to lose. Really. Maka Maka for her, too.

My Mac pleads Help! Tina Oiticica Harris, from center one-click MacBookPro.

In the Sisterhood of .com

Talk was cheap and categorical at a Brazilian blog. Google.com, a.k.a. http://www.google.com/ had changed its Page Ranking to punish blogs that collect too many bloglinks, especially fake reciprocal ones, a practice recognized in the Blogosphere as farming.
There were two problems in the Brazilian reasoning. First, a tool or tools created for the Brazilian blogosphere written by Brazilians linked to this blog, wouldn't recognize my Universo Anárquico while I did use these blog tools for Brazilians only. Their claim was I am not Brazilian. The real discussion lies in what a Page Ranking, Google's creation, is for.  This discussion is irrelevant to you, my reader, unless you want to know how complex a blogger's duties aside from writing are.
Page Ranking is the measure a blogger has to gauge her popularity and see how much she can make out of AdSense, one of Google's ad system, the other one being AdWorks.
Google.com is a corporation whose headquarters lie in Mountain View, California. Corporations, my friends, know no frontiers. Its center in the USA, it would be unconstitutional to discriminate people by national origin. A pearl of chauvinistic  Brazilian  thinking  went, "We don't need  Bolivian workers;  Brazilians  go to the USA to work."  It was indeed very hard to have and keep Brazilian citizenship.  Although the three former Guyanas speak languages different than Portuguese or Spanish, they are ignored in favor of a Continent whose center is in Miami.
In a survey conducted by most always excellent
Marcus Nunes about xenophobia, religion and money, the USA and Saudi Arabia held the distinguished position of theocracies pornographically rich, contrary to African countries, very faithful to their gods and horribly poor. As to xenophobia, Brazil and the USA tied at 72% distaste for foreign labor.  Here is the link to this fascinating study.
The last sentence strikes gold: 'Brazilians don't want Bolivians in the same way Americans don't want immigration.  Is it the case that chili pepper in someone's behind is another's delight?' Free translation of main idea by yours truly, once a lousy translator by trade. Are we still together?
Two countries that are rich and theocratic are the USA and Saudi Arabia. Brazil is xenophobic and so are liberal Canada and the USA. I loved Marcus' findings.  and that is where work beyond writing begins.  Say what, Tina?

Who Is Anarchic_Universe and Other Stuff

Anarchic_Universe is me. I don't know how to classify my blog. I am beyond classifications myself. Like everyone in the planet, maybe in the Universe, sipping coffee at Bar 42, I'm idiosyncratic, unpredictable, incogitable, click for Thesaurus explanation.

Anarchic_Universe has a few recurring themes. Near zero comments, a small budget and a few Adsense ads in Universo Anárquico. It's a product of teen blogs, grown-ups on the Net and little experience handling technology post 1990-2000. Some Latex in black screen for my thesis on Paulo Freire, 1987. He was a revolutionary hands-on educator.
Pedagogy of the Oppressed. Click and enjoy on a rainy day.

It was José Oiticica, one of my mother's uncles, who was an anarchist, linguist and esperanto believer. A philologist, to be exact. The names of these blogs, Universo Anárquico and Anarchic_Universe are a tribute to him and to all the Leite e Oiticicas, my branch in this family. He is the Leite e Oiticica I admire the most.

Later on, I decided to blog about Hélio Oiticica, please click, after I realized some people think Hélio was 120 years old and a participant in the inspiring Semana de Arte Moderna of 1922, led by São Paulo brothers Mário and Oswaldo de Andrade, Tarsila do Amaral in visual arts and others. The movement of 1922 was Anthropophagite; just a college word for Cannibals. Van Gogh was labeled a self-cannibal for having chewed his own ear. The Semana de 1922  had taken body before 1922.  Meaninful art is like a viral message buzzing all over the world. There can't be a copyright on the urge to communicate, create and share ideas.

Who is Hélio Oiticica?  C'mon, share your views here, please?

There's a Limit to Pain, Is There?

I hate to be absent from my blogs, but there is a limit to pain involved in the artistic production.  I've been in pain for all sorts of reasons. Maybe tomorrow ergonometry will pave the way to less pain. I'll be back then, still on my reduced hours. There are many stories to choose from in my worderfully disorganized archive.  Enjoy an Anarchic_Universe wealth of topics and zany humor.  Not to mention my links, hot links, of finest blogging and sites. I wish I could, but it's feet up time.

Coffee, shower, doctor, Zefa, and I'll be back

I know I owe you all big time. Dontcha worry. I should be back and a great farsical post with me at 7 p.m. Pacific.

In the meantime, this is how I feel.  Just a tad spaced out with Os Mutantes in São Paulo, 2007.

Al Gore Invites

Frankly, Elizabeth Tafesse Bekele , there are better ways to find Mr. Gore's e-mail address, if any is available, than writing this blog, first from São Paulo -- oops!  And then from Ethiopia.  Your comments have been approved for the May post on Al Gore.

You could try the DNC.  President Bill Clinton's Foundation would be more appropriate.  Its mission is to combat poverty, hunger, illiteracy, health problems, etc.  President William Jefferson Clinton.  Use Google.com to find these invaluable resources.

Ethiopians have a hard time reading.  Unfortunately, I don't master any of the local languages. 

I'm far from being a Maoist. Or an anarchist. The Little Red Book said, "If you want to feed a person for a day,give him a fish.  For ever, teach him how to fish."

My mother used to say, "I am a fisherman. Please help me not lie today."

Good luck on your pursuits. Thank you for sponsoring the Anarchic_Universe.

Schisms and Other Subjects

I went to Google and typed "SMMUSD 2007." I invite any parent to do this. The not so unusual truth is the way moneys are spent in the Socialist-By-The-Bay City/School District haven't changed much since I was a coordinator/teacher at the outfit.
Let's see. A principal got his/her J-O-B as a coordinator of a grant my husband and I salvaged from paid consultant incompetence and teacher gloom and doom. We offered our house to uncouth teachers who ate on our carpet, soiled it and the computers, plotted against me, had kids babysat with my money, and were such wusses I mailed the grant in with the other coordinator, a bit before midnight. We won as I was sure we would. There's no mystery to grants. A good idea and a recipe: follow what is asked of you.

So this person becomes a taskmaster coordinator who begrudgingly worked with children or parents, part of job description. Then this person becomes principal after a plot against yet another principal at the school. Amalia Rodrigues? Where are you?

I called at four two days ago. I needed info on inter-district transfers. Thank you, person, so filled with gratitude. I got the info from the district's minutes typing for Google "SMMSUD 2007." And then I got along with the inter-district transfer policy the way moneys are spent at SMMUSD. On line. Field trips for the upper folks are okayed. But poor SMMUSD needs money, kootchie-kootchie-kootchie.

Yes, I am a sucker, repeat after me. Good teachers and kids in need will never see these moneys. Not mine either. Ain't got none. Does that mean you got some?

A Parrot Joke

One of my favorite jokes is a clean one, sort of, from the lips of not-so-clean Blanche DuBois, Tenessee Williams needy-decadent failed-southern-aristocrat-nympho-puta.
I studied the play at the English course offered by Cambridge on the Guanabara Bay, in Rio de Janeiro. Along time, I memorized it as I passed along its tape and ideas to my own students.

In 1981 I saw "Streetcar Named Desire" at the monumental Ann Arbor, MI cinema. Here's an adaptation of it, based on my take on war today.

A heavier old lady, who loved rock and the blues, also loved her parrot. She named it "We, the People." She, the old lady, Geraldine or Daphne, didn't enjoy it when "We, the People" swore up a storm. The parrot raised Cain especially when CNN was on Lou Dobbs, "We, the People" had come from abroad without documentation, you see?

It was one of those "Iraq News" days. "We the People" was mad. 'Dine, her owner, threw a blanket over the cage so the parrot'd think it was night time.

That Was a Loooooong Coffee Break

Suddies by Michael Loeb, B. Ud. Weisser et al. (Bebum Press, 2005) indicate the problemas bloggers face with technology are the most stressul they may can experience. At the beat of "Waters of March,"

A server, some typos, a keyboard, a Mac

The XTML

The Outlook Express...

My problema was a total human failure. I fell asleep and just woke up. Not for being a lazy bones; just for being tired.

It is in my nature to push myself. Our wonderful machine-body has its own limitations. So I'm back to say I am still tired and will see you tomorrow.

Aguas de março will be here.

You may also feel like checking on the other Jobim or Elis Regina songs. Just click on a good not perfect video with okay translation, thank goodness!

I'm a Coffee Addict

I'm addicted to coffee as a pick-me-up the way I was to cigarettes, or am. Dr. Nora Volkow says addiction is there, irregardless, as we used to say, mockingly. Linguists are cool, much superior to architects. Dude, harsh statement. What harm can do a good linguist? It's the interpreters of a linguists texts that screw it up. The Bible, the Coran, they are great books. It's them fanatics who f*k it up.

People who lie on couches can be fanatical about the so-called analysis process. One day this sucker is traded for a richer one, screaming hysterically naked in the middle of the street, "I'm cured!"
What makes the sucker come back to be re-analized beats the living BGees out of me. In a way, thank goodness they get the BGees out of me. How many tears we cried to their LPS, omg. SLTS, sobbing to Massachusetts in the dusk, all of us in a collective hormonal stinky hug.

The Internet is the only source of human voices 'cept for very few people welcome here, or very few people I want to see. We've gotten scarce company now that we have a mortgage that is expensivo, my health, let's not talk about it now.

Maybe music is an addiction. I scored a meme at Inagaki's blog, and I am thrilled about this. Five songs. One of his is mine. "There is a light that never goes out" by the Smiths.
The Russian piano tuner has arrived.

The Most Beautiful Flower-- A Contest

The Most Beautiful Flower
Originally uploaded by anarchic_universe

I'm running behind schedule. However, every good planner has what the French call a système D. How about you readers use 3 out of the 23 photos in this Set, and make up a story?

I am willing to part with $5.00 in gift certificates for the best story(ies.)

The theme is free, the photos must be from this set, the winner will be published in both my blogs, translation provided by your unique Tina.

Just in case, the link is:

Set

The apple of our eyes found my password(s). They have been changed. Later I hope to leave here my ESL methods. Now, they're coming to take me away.

Coffee, Blogging, BP or Lake Michigan

Coffee is highly addictive. Without coffee I'll get a headache and fatigue.

Marcus from A Grande Abobora sent a link to our network --
Tomorrowski, sorry. It's on stuff bloggers love to bull about. Without coffee how could I know it from Shinola ® ?
It's about links, okay?

BP or Lake Michigan is a serious cause I must embrace. BP, or Shell in my youth, is throwing people outside of their homes, dumping chemicals in the largest drinking water supply for ...

B12Solipsism takes it further.

Check A Grande Abobora for a travelogue of the Cinema Festival in Gramado, Rio Grande do Sul. Gramado was a very hip place to go to, but the Redeemer junta squelched my groove. They shut down the gas stations when I was still in Santa Catarina. I had to start back to work on a Monday. RS is a state whose Portuguese is very melodic, sibillant [s] , macho, borders Uruguay and Argentina. never been either. High literacy & light people rate. Bloggers galore.

Let's give peace and people a chance? John Lennon shouts out.

Missing on a Milk Bottle