Simple Weekend

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Did I say stake your claim on a preferred side?

Tangle is the term.

Typewriter Types and Nobel Prizes

1.Steinbeck 2. Beckett 3. Sartre 4. Hemingway 5. Faulkner 6. Camus

Brainy men rule.

This morning

Let Yourself Feel. from Esteban Diácono on Vimeo.

A powerful rainfall woke me this morning. You know the kind with the non-scary rolling thunder and sideways rain? The bedroom window was inadvertently opened a sliver. And I smelt the rain. The sensations prickled my nose and the sound shuddered up my spine in electric goose bump hugs of pleasure. I didn't want to get out of bed. Ever again.

Video found on my new favorite, Czina. Thank you!

Speaking of hair

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In case you need to stake your claim on a preferred side...

Crush

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I have a thing for eyebrows. It started before pre-school with Bert.

In college I had a crush on a boy named Vic. He had one line of a brow, too. His mother sewed patches of Bert on all of his shirt pockets. It's true. All the girls loved Vic and the boys thought him cool. He had a girlfriend with really tweezed brows. If they are still together she is probably penciling in her wispy pair. Do I sound bitter? I'm not. Have you seen my husband?

And Georgia got her Daddy's brows. Lucky girl. She'll be able to shape the loveliest set. But I don't think she'll care much about them. She's into Ernie. And his tuft of hair. To beat the chill before bed, I blow dried her fair mane. She demanded I tend to Ernie's mop, too.

Then I tucked them in for the night. Bert is alone in the toy box. And Felipe is waiting for me.

Night night.

Beep Beep

WayneLevin via Beklina

Underwater traffic jam

Just a lot more peaceful

Gorda Steiner and Jorg Lenzlinger

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I'd like to wake up in this installation.
I think I'd walk on my tip toes all day.

Stinky Feet

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As I watch my daughter become bilingual at a year and a half, I realize that I learned Portuguese in much the same way--through a series of event specific vocabulary. And as the events pile up (from supermarket outings to home renovations to pregnancy) your vocabulary grows. And, boom, one day you are fluent--or almost. Because there is always something new--like nursery rhymes.

Those little kiddie tunes have turned my household inside out. I don't know the Brazilian ones. And even though my Brazilian husband may have learned some great street slang when he lived in NYC (won't repeat th0se gems) in his twenties, thirties and fatherhood present new challenges. Hot Cross Buns are not cute derrieres, darling. Naturally, we both know that as Georgia grows, she is going to expect her parents to be walking dictionaries. So we are learning.

And today I owe a big thanks to my student, Ana. Before class, she presented Georgia with a classic book of Brazilian nursery rhymes (Quem canta seus males espanta). And tonight after the bath, G and I practiced.

O sapo não lava o pé
Não lava porque não quer
Ele mora lá na lagoa
Não lava o pe
Porque não quer
Mas que chulé!

And the translation:

The Frog doesn't wash his feet
He doesn't wash them because he doesn't want to
He lives there in the lake
Doesn't wash his feet
Doesn't want to
And what.....Chulé (huh?)

As I said I am always learning. Chulé is a new vocabulary word. It is a charming slang for that very special stinky feet smell. You can imagine how much Georgia adores this song and the feet smelling and laughing that goes along with shouting chulé.

Thanks Ana!

Ilse Bing

Ilse Bing

1899-1998

Daring feat: Learned to ride the motorcyle at 70

To pay the bills: Dog Groomer

Remembered as: Queen of the Leica

Holiday Weekend

Today was a national holiday in Brazil honoring Nossa Senhora do Aparecida or Our Lady of Aparecida. It also happens to be National Children's Day. It is easy to understand a holiday celebrating the pudgy little tots who grow up to look and act a lot like we do (for good and for bad). But who is Our Lady of Aparecida--aside from a saint who enables us to have a three day weekend frolicking at the beach?

Legend has it (and I am keeping it simple here), that three fisherman hired to catch fish for a banquet honoring the governor went several days without any bounty. Reaching Porto Itaguaçu, they dipped their nets into the sea and pulled up a headless (and dark brown/black) statue of Our Lady of the Conception (Aparecida). On second toss, they reeled in the head. All subsequent dips resulted in a plethora of fish for the humble trio (and a successful fish fry, no doubt). For the next fifteen years, the statue remained in possession of one of the fishermen, Filipe Pedroso. Countless visitors and answered prayers resulted in a cult following and a chapel--which grew into a Basilica in Aparecida, São Paulo, Brazil. It is now the second largest Catholic place of worship in the world (the parking lot holds 4,000 buses and 6,000 cars) celebrating the Queen of Brazil aka the Virgin aka Nossa Senhora do Aparecida.

God Bless Our Lady, Our Children, and a lovely holiday weekend.

Minimalism II

Chigo

With the right toys, I think Georgia might appreciate the minimalist aesthetic, too.

Minimalism I

1. Maryam 2. Imi Knoebel 3. Hans Wegner

I may have missed out on the whole Jil Sander for Uniqlo collection down here in Brazil. But I am feeling the minimalist tide taking over. My closet. My house. My habits.
Stay tuned...

Children's Day

1. 2. 3. The Sartorialist 4. 5. Vanessa Jackman

I read that Scott Schuman (of The Sartorialist fame) spent a few years as a SAHD (stay at home dad), whereby he spent afternoons snapping oodles of photos of his lovely and stylish little girls. And, wouldn't you know it, the idea for his iconic blog was born.

Monday the 12th is "Children's Day" here in Brazil.

Here's to our children. You are our inspiration.

Whilst Walking this Week