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dotinthesky) wrote2005-03-29 07:00 pm
dotinthesky) wrote2005-03-29 07:00 pm
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I've been sleeping for 10, 12 hours. I put my head on the pillow at night and only wake up in the morning, with either the sound of my grandmother fighting with one of the workers, Tete sniffing underneath the door and whining to get in, or sunlight peaking through the curtains. It's a struggle to find something to do for the rest of the day.
As some of you may have noticed, I'm commenting a lot and have been a lot more active on Livejournal. On one hand, it's a relief because I can reach friends and enjoy myself despite being alone for most of the day - you keep me entertained with your words, your dramas and your humour. But, on the other hand, it highlights how little I have to do here and how I should be somewhere else (London.) As my mother pointed out, my bum is going to go flat with so much sitting around.
Although I call my mom's home a "farm", it's actually not that at all (nor is it a ranch!) We once had two horses, some pigs, some chicken, and we have planted all kinds of stuff throughout the years (we still have fruit trees spread out and a small garden tended by my grandmother.) But, in truth, it's only a salmon-coloured house stuck half-way up a mountain. The work that needs to be done is mostly involving the building of the pousada's rooms, the painting of most of the walls, etc. Workers have already been paid to deal with this, plus I feel faint after 5 minutes outside - I rush to the couch and let a cool glass of watermelon juice revive my senses.
Tomorrow, my mom is taking me to the next town to have a look at a swimming pool. Let's hope it's somewhere I can exercise during my stay here, otherwise Kevin will be receiving a very plump Ollie back in London. Painful what an unlimited supply of bread and butter can do to one's figure (not to mention the coffee maker always full.)
A final point: I can't believe how much trash is passed off as "television" in America! I know Brasil has some of the worst tv shows in the world, but at least everyone is aware that it's dumb and exploitative. As I like to tell friends, the dumb people in Brasil know, deep down, that they are dumb; the dumb people in America think they are smart! Notable exception goes to Lost, which I saw another episode last night. Oh, and I have been drawn like a poofly to E! Entertainment's coverage of The Michael Jackson Trial (don't you love how they put The there? As if we need to be reminded that it's a spectacle.) I'm amused that they have a daily recreation of the trial, complete with actors playing all the major parts and re-enacting the proceedings. Makes me think of Jean Beaudrillard's theory of the simulacrum. I'm not quite sure what the theory means but I have a sneaky suspicion that it would have something to say about this daily soap opera. When the trial started, I was sure Michael Jackson was guilty. Then I started disbelieving the prosecution team... but now, with news that there are five previous boys that might have been groomed and/or molested, I'm finding myself thinking again he is guilty. But, the worst part of it all, is that I don't want to think about Wacko Jacko! Ever!
Yes, I'm dumb.
As some of you may have noticed, I'm commenting a lot and have been a lot more active on Livejournal. On one hand, it's a relief because I can reach friends and enjoy myself despite being alone for most of the day - you keep me entertained with your words, your dramas and your humour. But, on the other hand, it highlights how little I have to do here and how I should be somewhere else (London.) As my mother pointed out, my bum is going to go flat with so much sitting around.
Although I call my mom's home a "farm", it's actually not that at all (nor is it a ranch!) We once had two horses, some pigs, some chicken, and we have planted all kinds of stuff throughout the years (we still have fruit trees spread out and a small garden tended by my grandmother.) But, in truth, it's only a salmon-coloured house stuck half-way up a mountain. The work that needs to be done is mostly involving the building of the pousada's rooms, the painting of most of the walls, etc. Workers have already been paid to deal with this, plus I feel faint after 5 minutes outside - I rush to the couch and let a cool glass of watermelon juice revive my senses.
Tomorrow, my mom is taking me to the next town to have a look at a swimming pool. Let's hope it's somewhere I can exercise during my stay here, otherwise Kevin will be receiving a very plump Ollie back in London. Painful what an unlimited supply of bread and butter can do to one's figure (not to mention the coffee maker always full.)
A final point: I can't believe how much trash is passed off as "television" in America! I know Brasil has some of the worst tv shows in the world, but at least everyone is aware that it's dumb and exploitative. As I like to tell friends, the dumb people in Brasil know, deep down, that they are dumb; the dumb people in America think they are smart! Notable exception goes to Lost, which I saw another episode last night. Oh, and I have been drawn like a poofly to E! Entertainment's coverage of The Michael Jackson Trial (don't you love how they put The there? As if we need to be reminded that it's a spectacle.) I'm amused that they have a daily recreation of the trial, complete with actors playing all the major parts and re-enacting the proceedings. Makes me think of Jean Beaudrillard's theory of the simulacrum. I'm not quite sure what the theory means but I have a sneaky suspicion that it would have something to say about this daily soap opera. When the trial started, I was sure Michael Jackson was guilty. Then I started disbelieving the prosecution team... but now, with news that there are five previous boys that might have been groomed and/or molested, I'm finding myself thinking again he is guilty. But, the worst part of it all, is that I don't want to think about Wacko Jacko! Ever!
Yes, I'm dumb.
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unfortunately, about every two weeks, you have to sit through the pledge drive commericials. other than that, though, it doesn't have any advertising commericials at all.
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love stories
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How are you doing?
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não tenho mais cabo...nem 'cabo local' funciona mais e por isso não vi a final do BBB5!!!!
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eita!!
vou comprar uma tv nas Casas Bahia e pagar suaves prestaçoes a perder de vista!!!!
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btw, acordar com a Tete deve ser muito engraçado XD eu amo quando eles começam a cheirar por baixo da porta <3
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Prefiro mil vezes as baixarias internacionais as daqui. Pelo menos os efeitos especiais sao melhores la nos Stados Runidos.
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I woke up at 5 today. Now I am dead.
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*zonk*
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