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This is Paulo and me posing with the Campy Copacabana cow across from Copacabana palace.
More photos over at flickr! (Click the photo)

作詩：椎名林檎 作曲：椎名林檎

是程多くの眼がバラバラに
何かを探すとなりゃあ其れなり
様々な言葉で各々の全てを
見極めなくちゃあならない
正しいとか　間違いとか
黒だとか　白だとか

何処に行けば良いのですか
君を信じて良いのですか
愛してくれるのですか
あたしは誰なのですか
怖くて仕方が無いだけなのに…

是迄多くの眼がちやほやと
ひたすらあたしを肯定した
様々な合図でてきぱきと
姿を見破られなくちゃあならない
優れていて　劣っていて
数だとか　レヴェルとか

此処に居れば良いのですか
誰が真実なのですか
お金が欲しいのですか
あたしは誰なのですか
何処に行けば良いのですか
君を信じて良いのですか
愛してくれるのですか
あたしは誰なのですか
此の先も現在(いま)も無いだけなのに…

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Labels: music, 音楽

I've aquired some 10 rather unsavory nicknames - Paulo took this moment to remind me of some of them last night....

Monday, 22 October 2007 11:05

Com o tornozelo lesionado! Por pouco tempo.... (Paulo)
putaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
kkkkkkkkkk
piranha
vaca
cadela
11:05

Mathieu Tozer
pintoza
11:05

Com o tornozelo lesionado! Por pouco tempo....
nao
e pintosa
11:05

Mathieu Tozer
muitos obrigado vocé
o pintosa
Você vê as fotos?

Com o tornozelo lesionado! Por pouco tempo.... Changed status to Offline (11:06:49 PM)

Labels: chat, portuguese

I love this photo set I took on Sunday with my friends from the beach volley ball courts in Copacabana.

Labels: beach, copacabana, volei, Volleyball

Right before I moved into my much more secure apartment, my iPod nano, Bang & Olufsen headphones, Cannon 8mp IXUS and $300 Brazilian Reais were stolen by a nasty thief from my locker. The story goes...

He checked in during the morning. I was having a lye down as I was feeling fluey and gastric, and he made no effort to be quiet as he sang in the shower and then promptly went to bed, with a sheet over his face presumably to block out the light. Prolly should have smelt a fish, yes, but I was sick.

Went out to lunch, and 45 minutes later came back and it was all gone.

Many sweaty hours spent getting police reports later in Leblon for insurance purposes (which will probably be a story of woe in itself) I made myself forget about the camera and iPod and got on with life.

But then I get this adorable little email from the Tourist Police

YOUR CAMERA WAS FIND

Hi!

We get your camera "CANON ixus 860 IS" with a thief. Please you need come
back here, Tourist Police District - DEAT, to recognized it. If you leave
Brazil, try to contact us to advice how you intent to receive back your
camera, ok?
Thank´s!

My best regards;

Inspector Mergulhão
Delegacia de Atendimento ao Turista

So I just went back and picked it up! No iPod or headphones, they were probably sold off fast. But I was still pretty pleased. The police were happy with themselves too, for catching this guy. He had a sack full of loot apparently.

That's the back story to this post - I wanted to show you the pictures taken by the thief which were left on the card. Delightful!





See them all at flickr

Labels: copacabana, photos, police, rio, theif

Here's me at the start of the parade yesterday.

See flickr for some more craaay-ze photos!

Labels: copacabana, gay, parade, rio

Funny story.

I went to inspect an apartment today. The only contact I had was "Juliana" a helpful lady I've been emailing this week. She's an agent of sorts.

So I arrive at the apartment a little early, and ask the guard for "Juliana". He calls upstairs, then tells me "Não Juliana" I walk outside and loiter for 10 minutes, and some young women upstairs are hanging out the window pointing and saying "Juliana"? Beckoning.

I go in and the guard sends me up.

The apartment is cramped, full of smoke, and there's a telephone cable across the hallway. I attempt to communicate that I came to see Juliana, they sit me down and ask questions in Portugese. They're all lovely, but not one of them is Juliana. One puts down here cell phone and tells me Juliana isn't back till 10 pm, so if I want to see her, I'll have to come back then.

Smelt fish yet?

I ask "Juliana falar Inglês?"

"Não, falar German!"

That's when I knew for certain I was in the wrong place!

I just continued to smile affably, and politely excused myself from this room full of hookers, and went back downstairs. I don't know what the guard must have been thinking then! The real After I had tried to call Juliana from the street phone, which had its walls lined with hooker ads, and my cell phone, all the while with the girls upstairs still beckoning me from above, the real Juliana turned up. Juliana is a young, sweet, English speaking pregnant woman who took me up, explained who I was to the guard, and we all had a good laugh.

The apartment is lovely and I've already put down my deposit.

Labels: apartment Rio De Janeiro