>Let's resume our physics on connecting bodies of water tomorrow, shall we? Geesh, we look spent after hours of blabbing our hearts away, yaketty, yaketty about old times and now; that is, four years ago. Have you ever seen thin bourgeoisie? Nahh, except for the ana-mia crowd who become invisible when turning their profile to you. At USC, DADO had arrived on a combination of scholarships, loans and grants. I had an Assistant Lecturer position. I wanted to be alone. We were roommates. She taught me the ins & outs of American rock. I was into UK 80s.
We were roommates by a gross error of 'SC's. The tower was for undergrads only. I never saw so much filth as in the corridors or elevators during the weekend. Alcohol, pizza boxes, University of Spoiled Children. We worked , she'd correct my slight accent from abroad, I worried sick. It's a big world out there.
DADO gave me a Mr. Peanut doll. I have it still. "Ta make you company," said she.
I'll be using Cora Rónai's method, from InterETC.. She leaves her cell. photos posted, one/hour. It's the 30,000 readers who decide what's what.
This vine is a .....? Please fill in the blanks in the comments.
Cora's blog has the most talked about map in the past two weeks:
The Grand Dahmer Map of the Brazilian Blogsphere crafted by Andre Dahmer, the owner of malvados.com.br -- The comic strip banner right there, to the left.
The map comes with live links that take you straight to the chosen 117 blogs. My Universo Anárquico is there! A puny li'l island. I feel happy about that.
Finally, B 12 Solipsm's insistence to prove how beautiful Chicago is. Tr00. It's my Second City, nicer than NYC, my hometown. Click on the link and on the photos to embiggen.(His expression.)
This is Anarchic_Universe, straight from SMonica, Ipanema, US-Brasil.
This is a pourquoi tale. These tales try to explain why certain things are the way they are. They involve animals, generally. Many may have African-French roots in a combination of scientific albeit casual observation of Nature and philosophy, one of many of the pastimes of the French.
This story is Made in Brazil. I learned it as a child from Monteiro Lobato, a literary genius who influenced all of the baby-boomers who could read back then. His series of books became a TV Globo series. Silence, please.
The Cat and the Jaguar
One dusk, for you know cats sleep during daytime, the jaguar, Cousin Onza, sat looking at Cousin Cat. Cat jumped and exercised, getting ready, perhaps, for a juicy rodent. Onza, a big jaguar, felt a pang in his empty stomach.
He approached Cousin Cat, speaking mellifluously,
"Cousin, you do jump so well. Won't you teach me how to jump, pretty please with juicy flesh on top?" And Onza licked his chops in anticipation.
"Aw, Cousin, I know nothing next to you," retorted Cat, well aware flattering the powerful worked wonders.
"So, will you teach me or what?" Cousin Onza asked imperiously, as if he were Darth Vader.
"Tomorrow we start. At early dusk." They shook paws.
Everyday, for weeks, Cousin Onza practiced gazillions of jumps with Cousin Cat, getting hungrier and hungrier by the jump modality he learned.
One early dusk, Cousin Onza felt he was finally ready for his gourmand meal, his Cousin Cat. When Cousin Cat was approaching their usual rendez-vous site, he realized Cousin Onza looked quite content, unlike his usual sourpuss self.
Before Cousin Cat would have known, Cousin Onza jumped on him. To Cousin Onza's surprise, Cousin Cat had jumped sideways and was gone before you could say "bush!"
Cousin Onza looked all over the place. He growled to the sky, "How come YOU never taught me this jump?" It was dark, yet a voice could be heard. No doubt it was Cousin Cat's. Or was it?
"Cousin Onza, this is the Jump-of-the-Cat™; we have the trademark on that one."
This photo is by Seth Anderson, who got a Thinking Blogger Award, but mummed about it. My blogging content about the photo isn't necessarily endorsed by Seth Anderson, aka Swanksalot, who can be found at my favorite USA blog,
B12Partners. Click, you're there.
Swanksalot can be found at Flickr. I chose this photo for personal reasons. I don't count on Paradise or a reincarnation.Another Thinking Blogger told me to focus on my work and isolate the rest.The bugs. The bad vibes.This blogger meant the bugs who feed on put-downs.
Serendipity sent me back to Flickr. I needed the message.
I apologize to those visiting me thru LMB or Ilker Yoldas today's post. The best way to get a visit from me is in th eold fashioned in-n-out way. Leave me a comment and I will visit you, for shur' as we say in Valley Speak.