Today, I'm going to leave you with another short clip, this time a short movie of about 12 minutes.

Part 1

Part 2

I promise that it will be worth your time. And tomorrow, while the colourful parade is going on to celebrate Merdeka, think about this video, and the video from yesterday.

Selamat Hari Merdeka, if you're still in the mood to celebrate. I, on the other hand, will be lighting a candle for the ISA detainees who are anything BUT merdeka.

Back to schooooool, back to schooool, to prove to dad that I'm not a foooool... And with that, I'm back in a college dorm and classes start on Tuesday. Summer happened fast, apparently. And after my initial post, the past few weeks have included miserable moving-in-moving-out processes, scenic vacations, and more recently, and pretty unsafe amount of partying. Still, work out for an hour every day and even the worst of benders can somehow feel "social."

In any case, if school's starting, that means it's also football season, which means that I can actually say something of relevance on this site. Had I written anything about the Olympics, it almost certainly would have turned into a 10,000 word rant about why Michael Phelps is a gigantic douchebag, and had I written about baseball... Well, I don't think I'll ever write about baseball. BUT FOOTBALL IS BACK.*

Was there some sort of speech last night? Did John Mccain announce his running mate today? I couldn't tell you. Because I was watching North Carolina State vs. South Carolina (border rivalry!), and today I've spent the whole day gearing up for tomorrow's games and, lest we forget, tonight's blockbuster, Rice vs. SMU.

(None of that is true, actually. I lasted all of ten minutes watching the NC State game before I had to shift my attentions to a fantasy football draft and then the convention, I slept almost the entire day today, and instead of Rice-SMU, I'm watching Rambo and I just saw Sylvester Stallone rip out someone's jugular with his bare hands. Still, football's back and starting tomorrow, everything else becomes secondary. Oh, and as for Rambo? Jesus. Fucking. Christ.)

But yeah, between the NFL's impending commencement and the orgy of college football** we can enjoy tomorrow, things are looking up in the sporting universe. We will no longer have to listening to nauseating paeans from Jeremy Schapp about the majesty of Michael Phelps' achievement in Beijing, and nor will we have to read endless stories about the AL wild card or "Can the Rays Possibly Keep This Up???" stories.

There is a ton of meat in my fridge, along with 72 beers in a mini-fridge, we have a grill in the room, and the first game starts at 11 am. Get excited. Also, I'll be doing some sort of "live blog" throughout the day, so that could be interesting, as well. Especially given the inevitable drunkeness that is sure to ensue as my roommates and I try to pretend we're at a southern football school where stuff like this is acceptable.

Quick thoughts to get ready: Chase Daniel is fat... Juice Williams sucks but Arrellious Benn will a. make DC proud and b. make Juice look decent... Clemson is probably going to lose tomorrow but then win out and play in the national championship game... Where they'll lose by 40 to USC.... Kind of like Virginia, tomorrow...It's been more than a week, but I still keep having these Nastia Liukin and Shawn Johnson dreams... Erin Andrews... Erin Andrews... Erin Andrews.

Back tomorrow with some ***LIVE BLOGGING*** and possibly some drunken rambling in print form.

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* Do you see what I did there? Explained away the absurd three week gap between my first post and this one by claiming that there was nothing to write about during a historic Olympics, the beginning of NFL Training Camps, and the newest installment of HBO's watershed reality series, Hard Knocks, in which this year's featured team just happens to be my favorite team on the planet. Impressive, right?

** To be fair, the games in tomorrow's "orgy" aren't really THAT great... Beyond Clemson-Alabama and Missouri-Illinois, there's definitely a drop off, I'd say. So maybe it's more like an orgy with a few chubby girls. But hey, after 8 months of abstinence, even chubby girls start to look awesome.

Como você já deve saber, o relator da ação no STF, ministro Carlos Ayres Britto, deu voto favorável à demarcação contínua da reserva Raposa/Serra do Sol. Ele pediu que seja derrubada a liminar que impedia a operação da Polícia Federal de retirada dos arrozeiros daquela região. A decisão foi comemorada pelos povos indígenas de Roraima.

No entanto, o STF adiou a decisão final em razão do pedido de vista do ministro Carlos Alberto Menezes. O presidente do Supremo, ministro Gilmar Mendes, disse que o julgamento deverá acontecer "se possível ainda neste semestre".

Como era de se esperar, o grupo ligado aos arrozeiros celebrou com fogos de artifício a suspensão do julgamento. A festa teve direito a gritos de "viva a pátria", "viva o Brasil" e "é campeão", segundo a Folha Online.

Nesse clima de espera, publico aqui o comentário Adelson Gonçalves, índio tariano, sobre o post anterior.

Creio que é uma resposta bem mais contundente do que os argumentos dos nacionalistas-de-oportunidade.

Caros Leitores,

Espera-se que STF não “rasgue” nossa Constituição com a sua decisão na qual inúmeros povos lutam por dias melhores, que não se repitam os 500 anos de massacre e genocídio.

Se você quiser entender melhor o caso, leia esta página produzida pelo ISA.

KUALA LUMPUR, Aug 29 — Six more men have been detained under the Internal Security Act, a rights group said today.

The Abolish ISA Movement, which campaigns to repeal the ISA, found out recently that the six men were detained in July under the law, said group chairman Syed Ibrahim Syed Noh.

Home Ministry officials could not immediately be reached to confirm the group’s claim.

Syed Ibrahim said the group's lawyers discovered the new names on a list of detainees when they visited the special detention centre for those arrested under the Act. They do not know why the men were arrested, he said.

"I'm quite shocked and annoyed to see what the government is doing," he said. "We have been speaking out against this law, and here we have six more detainees."

From Malaysian Insider HERE.

Who are these people? And why were they detained under the ISA? And why have we not heard anything? This breaks my heart. Truly.

I posted a question from Haris HERE. I'm going to repost it again.

Until these men [the Hindraf 5] and more than 70 others are freed from Kamunting [under the ISA], can we in all good conscience find a reason to celebrate Merdeka this 31st August?

Isa, você não pode deixar nós, pobre humanos cheios de erros que já te fizemos tanto mal, te impedirmos do quê você sabe que é o melhor. Entenda, querida, eu te amo, e apesar nem conseguir mais lembrar como era meu dia-a-dia idiota antes de você, eu sei que é o quê você quer e não posso parar você. Eu prefiro que você vá para uma escola brasileira, porque é isso que você quer, é o melhor, e prefiro mostrar meu apoio apesar de tudo, porque eu, eu sei bem como se sofre sem o apoio quem te ama. Se eles não vão te apoiar, quem vai?

Então aproveite, você tem tantas oportunidades maravilhosas, e nunca se esqueça do que você aprendeu no Lycée, seja com os professores ou com os seus amiguinhos idiotas, porque acho que no final vai ter valido a pena.

Eu te amo muito, então é bom estudar pra caralho pra eu saber que não foi tudo em vão. E aproveita que você vai sair da escola meio-dia pra dedicar algum tempo à minha pessoa, sabe?

beijos.

The children's voices might grow out of their parts!

This is what has happened to preschool favorite Dora the Explorer.  Don't worry though, Nickelodeon Preschool TV has already filled the new cast with young voices that kids are sure to love, featuring Caitlin Sanchez as the voice of Dora.  They are kicking off Season 5 of the show with a 5-hour marathon on Nick Jr. that will include 4 new episodes, as well as specials and movies from previous seasons.

The new season will also introduce a new feature for the show.  Dora will be meeting new friends from different cultures who will teach her and her young viewers a special skill from that culture.

Prior to the start of the new season, Nickelodeon will release a CD featuring party songs performed by the new cast.

Source: VoiceOverTimes

Iskä on aika kiukkuunen aamuusin... Moon kattellu notta kyllä se parahansa yrittää teherä notta mulla olis kiva, mutta epäälemättä se tarttoo kahavinsa ennenkö oikeen alakaa toimimahan. Son vähä niinku mun maha - se tarttoo ruokaa ja juoksusprintit notta tulis sitte sitä ruskiata. Iskä ei tykkää nousta mun kans samoohin aikoohin. Yritän sitä aina seittemältä herätellä mutta aina se vain hörähtää että "nuku ny vielä". Son sitte ärsyttävää ku yhtää ei nukuta! Oot varmahan ittekki joskus yrittäny nukkua ku ei yhtää nukuta, joten tierät tuntehen: silimät on seppoosen seliällänsä, kusihätä painaa alavattaa ja kaupan päälle vielä murisoo aamumurkinan perähän. Son kuule ku olis joku räikkönen mahas eikä kierrokset loppuus ikinä. --- Ku en sitte saa nukuttua, rupian keksimähän kaikellaasta jäynää notta saisin iskän ylähä. Raukka on nii vetelä aamuusin, son sitte maailman vähiten sporttisin ihiminen. Usko pois: sille ei aamu aukia aurinkoosena vaikka niit'olis taivahalla kaksin kappalehin! --- Mutta ajattelin ny ajattelin kertua teille niistä mun erilaasista iskännosto-konstiista. Aiva ensimmääsenä alakaan hyppimähän sohovaa vasten ja vinkumahan, itken että "voi voi, nousisit ny, mullon nii surkiaa ja kohta pitääs mennä asioolleki". Iskän saa sillä istuma-asentohon asti. Son vähä niinku vieteriukko: ensi ei tapahru mitää piiiiiiiiitkähän aikahan ja sitten yhtäkkiä se pöllähtää ylähä. Sillon tukka pystys, silimät aiva kieros ja se mutisoo notta "mitä ny? mee takaasi maata". Sitte se lösähtää takaasi sängyn pohojalle ja mä alakaa hyppimähän entistä enemmän ja nostan vinkumista ainaki yhyrellä oktaavilla. Joskus iskä alakaa täs vaihees vielä kuorsaamahan (niinpä, uskomaton tapaus) ja siitä tierän, että toistaaseksi chänssit meni ohi. Mutta joskus iskän unet jää niin ohkaasiksi, notta se reakoo jokaikisehen pikku äänehen jonka aikaaseksi saan. Esimerkiksi kylyppärin suihkuverhon kahinahan, rottinkikorien rasahteluhun, (vessaharjan) posliinikipon kilinähän, eteesen kenkien liikehrintähän, pahavin kahinahan, kaikellaasihin repimisäänihin, koluutuksihin, sähköjohtojen narskutuksehen, verhojen kiskomisehen - ja tietenki lelujen vinkumisehen. Joskus riittää, että tuhisen (se ajatteloo notta teen paskaa). Yhtä upiasti ku kaikenlaaset äänet, toimii se notta vain istun paikoollani hiiren hilijaa - kattos silloon iskä tuloo aiva epäluulooseksi. Mä tierän, notta se ajatteloo että "ny se ainaki teköö pahaa ku ei mitää kuulu!" --- Ennenkö mä opiin päästämähän asiani pihalle mulla oli tapana ilahruttaa isää lammikoolla ja kikkaroolla heti ku se heräs. Aamuusin se ei eres suuttunu - se pelekästänsä huokaasi ja alakoo siivoolemahan. Ku se herää, se on sellaanen apaattinen sombie. Toinen syy miks se ei aamuusin protestoonu on se, että meni lukemahan yhyrestä kiriasta että on aiva turha alakaa huutamahan ku paska on jo housuus (täs tapaukses se on tosin laattialla).  --- Iskä näytti kyllä tosi rasittunehelta ensimmääset viikot. Aiva karsialta - soli ku joku pultsari: tukka oli aiva paskaanen ja sekaasi, silimän aluuset oli mustat ja naama oli stressifinniä täynnä. Se näytti aiva satehes kulahtanehelta tikkataululta. Musta tuntuu, notta soli sekuamas ku se valitti sellaasehen pienehen metallisehen läpyskähän notta muka "valavotan" sitä joka yö. Iskän pitääs oppia relaamahan, se ottaa kaiken aiva liian vakavasti. Samoos sessioos se ilimootti notta ny se tietää miltä kaikista perheenäireestä tuntuu, että ku ei oo yhtää aikaa keskittyä ittensä hoitamisehen ja omihin ajatuksihin. Se kuulemma ymmärtää senki että niiren tukka on niin useen sekaasi ja arkielämän estetiikka katees. --- Aluusta asti mua on ärsyttäny ku iskä ei ota mua sänkyhynsä. Sitä tuntoo olevansa jotenki vähempiarvoonen ku pitää laattianrajas kyhynätä. Moon nähäny ilimasta miltä se sen sänky näyttää ja usko pois, ku tästä vähä kasvan niin sitte iskä näköö kuinka lujaa pääsen sohovan yli. Kattos, moon tottunu nukkumahan jonku vieres tai päällä. Torkutki otan iskän jalaan vieres. Jos ei muuta oo tarjolla nii sitte nukun lelujeni kans, erityysesti ruskian apinan vieres - paitti en enää nykyään, ku iskä hirtti sen työpöytähän... Ny nukun Kakkos-iskän tuoman pinkviinin kans. --- Mun nukkumispaikka näyttää vaihtelevan aika lailla. Mulla oli aluuksi se koppa - muistatta varmahan: se sävytetty hökötys. No, yhtenä ehtoona sitte päätin kans sävyttää ja truuttasin ruskian kuorrutukset siihen päälle... Joo, kyllä hävetti! Mutta minkä mä sille voin notta se koppa sattuu olohon justihin alla ku rysähti... Ei siinä ehtiny sanua ku "ufff" ja vetää korvat luimuhun. Niin hyvältä ja karsialta se tuntuu yhtä aikaa. --- Mä näin muuten eileen puluja! Vähäkö oli jänniä! Ne muistutti pikkuusen mun pinkviiniä, mutta ei sitte kuitenkaa. Kaikes rauhas nuuhkiin nurmikkoa ja sitte yhtäkkiä eres oli ainaki viis pulua. Kattoon notta "ei perkele, mitä nuo on?" ja nykääsin päätä taaksepäin. Sitte hyppäsin suoraa ylähä - ja ku tömährin takaasi maahan, ne pulut pöllähti vuorostansa ilimahan. Hyppäsin sitte toisenki kerran - ja lisäsin hännän heilutuksen vielä mukahan: ja taas ne pöllähti ilimahan! No, emmä jaksanu sitte enää hyppiä, päätin että meen niiren työ vauhrilla. Kyllä tuli puluulle kauhia kiirus! Emmä tierä, mulla taitaa olla vähä koviksen maine näillä kulumilla. Kaikki tuntuu menevän pikkuusen sekaasi ku mut näköö - niinku se läski labratorinnoutaja joka alakoo aiva kauhiasti räksyttämähän. Raukka riepu ei tienny kuinka olis ollu. Mä seisahruun ja jäin kattomahan notta mikä sitä oikeen vaivaa. Se meni vain pahemmin sekaasi ja totesin, että toivotoon tapaus ja jatkoon matkaa. Aika monet on alakanu samalla lailla uhittelemahan ku on mut nähäny: oon täs miettiny: onko se niin notta täälä staris piskiillä on jotenki kovempi kilipaalu ja niiren ittetunto on aiva maas? Moo ikinä tajunnu nuon turhanpäiväästä uhittelua! Toisahalta - ei mun oo ikinä tarvinnu miettiä ettenkö olis kaikista komeen ja parahin, ku tierän että oon. --- Ny mä meen torkuulle. On niin sateestaki. Iskä yritti vierä mua aikaasemmin lenkille mutta löin jarrut pohojahan heti uluko-ovella: helekatti mihinkää märkähän lähäre iliman sarekamppeeta. Mikä olis sellaanen tarpeheksi staili merkki nuos mopsien sarekamppees, sellaanen notta kaikki karehtis ku niis kulijen?

                   Zulüm gedik açtı surlarımda benim.

                            Gecenin yüreğine su serp, aydınlık!

                            Hasret diken açtı güllerimde benim.

                            Acının ellerine gül ver, aydınlık!

                            Ruhum karanlığa mahzen olmuştur.

                            Ne Sokrat ne Buda kurtarır beni.

                            Aklım mecnunluğa gülşen olmuştur.

                            Ne Dekart ne Beykın yandırır beni.

                            İsa’dan sevgiyi almadı kalbim.

                            Ne de hikmeti kaptı Musa’dan aklım.

                            Özgürlük çölünde döndüm dolandım.

                            Aklın karanlıklarında kandilsiz kaldım.  

                             Turgay EVREN

"[...] Como cada uma de vocês entrou no meu pensamento, no meu coração...", disse certa vez Isa Carral. (Ou vocês acharam que por uma vez eu tinha tirado um tema do ar enfumaçado do meu quarto?)

Então, por que eu nunca me senti assim, gradualmente contagiada pelas pessoas? Pessoas nunca foram de pouco pra muito, eu tenho um instinto pra isso : eu sabia que a Isa um dia ia ser A Isa, mas eu também sempre soube que a Héloise, por exemplo, nunca ia passar disso, aquela pessoa que é simpática, sim, mas não tem muito a ver comigo.Tá, eu nunca de fato mudei. Eu nunca estive em outra escola. Mas eu até cheguei a pular de ano. E eu era semi-nômade antes de encontrar esse apartamento de Laranjeiras. Mas minha vida toda, pessoas foram e voltaram (culpa dessa escola bilingüe e da maldita Michelin), e eu odeio admitir, mas nunca senti saudades. Exceto, e digo isso com orgulho, da Juliette. Nunca ninguém me fez falta nenhuma, exceto ela.
Eu pulei de ano e parei de falar com todas as minhas melhores amigas para mergulhar num círculo social totalmente novo quando eu ainda era aquela meninha tímida. Pessoas sumiram na minha vida, 'ah, eu volto pro Brasil assim que puder, me escrevam e-mails!' e nunca mais deram nenhum sinal de vida, e como isso me afetou?
Por que a Isa sente essas diferenças, de se tornar alguém em lugares e com pessoas novas, e eu... não?
É simples. E é complicado ao mesmo tempo, porque é controverso, como tudo da natureza humana. Porque a Isa é a Eterna Romântica e eu sou a Realista Inveterada, mas nossos mundos, são o contrário.
O mundo da Isa, não é o Mundo Da Isa, é o mundo onde ela vive, é um mundo fixo do qual ela faz parte. Onde num lugar novo, as pessoas já estavam lá, ela é o elemento recém-chegado.
Meu Mundo, é precisamente isso, "MEU Mundo", eu sou o centro, eu sou fixa, o resto é que é passageiro. Custa deixar uma marca em mim como a Juliette conseguiu. Receio dizer que nem a Isa ainda consguiu, apesar de estar num ótimo caminho. Os lugares que eu não conheço, será que eles existem? Podem até existir, mas falta concretizar. Eu sou a pessoa que não se importa com tudo que há em volta, eu aproveito o horizonte que eu posso ver agora.
E é por isso que a Isa vai ficar no Rio de Janeiro, e eu vou embora.
Parecia que fazia mais sentido na minha cabeça, no papel fica confuso, mas façam um esforço, está tudo aí para vocês entenderem.

Luego, cuando el viento se hizo llovizna, rasguñaste el amanecer con tu mirada de cachorrito. Llegaste hasta el hidrante y me miraste en silencio. Al verte a los ojos entendí que querías que me acercara a ti. Lo hice. Quedamos, en un instante espeso, frente a frente. Sentiste el impulso de abrazarme; sentí el arranque de besarte apasionadamente. Nos quedamos, sin embargo, inmóviles. Al final me incliné y te bese tiernamente en la mejilla. Me miraste a los ojos para tantear mis pretensiones. Sonreí ingenuamente. Respondiste con una sonrisa tímida…

Al término de una conversación grumosa te despediste y penetraste en las sombras de la mañana. Yo me quedé pensativo, acaso imaginando. El golpe en el hombro del sol anunció la apertura de las responsabilidades y la consecuente clausura de la fantasía.

La vida nos ha congregado en conversaciones protocolarias o en reuniones apolilladas. Siempre que te veo recuerdo aquella madrugada de diciembre y siento el impulso de confesarte que aquel día el destino me dijo al oído que tu mirada de cachorrito me contemplaría en las madrugadas de amor.

personal+serie engranajes+isa

So I ask my prime minister, is my act of following that blogger's call evil as well?

Is my prime minister also saying that I am evil?

If I'm evil, what about those that are bringing this country to its destruction?

Those who use taxpayers money for their personal use?

Those that give what is not theirs?

Those that slander others and conspire to bring down others?

Those that spread racism and racial disunity?

Those who use the police to further their own political needs?

Those that spread lies through the media?

Those that use draconian laws to suppress others?

Those who do nothing to help the rakyat when they have the means to do so?

I ask my prime minister, if I'm evil, how do you describe the people who commit all the above?

My prime minister is confused, actually. Most of the time, he knows not what he's talking about. We do not fly the flag upside down to disrespect the flag.

We fly because we feel that our country is in distress. It needs to be saved by us.

My prime minister should know that no one can question my patriotism, not even him. My prime minister should know that I love my flag and I love my country and I love my people. What I do not love is those that seek to bring it to ruin by their deeds.

To me, those are the evil ones.

o/
E eu não tenho paciencia de colocar o que estou ouvindo aiuhdia quem quiser ver que vá no meu last =@

I did quite well over the last "tax" year, was especially profitable on the likes of Jubilee Platinum, Kenmare, Ascent Resources, Northern Petroleum. All were shares I have picked up from fairly low points and held for a while- but liquidated for profits last summer. I held onto a few (KMR/JLP) in my ISA and that has been a painful experience of late, but I have mostly cash in the bank so am hoping to ride out the pain and pick up some bargains once the markets finally bottom out- my own feeling is for more weakness before we really start moving up with any conviction- I reckon maybe 4400 for the FTSE.

"Hope" is however a bad word in stocks in shares - I learned that a long time ago but unfortunately it can be a hard habit to break! I still remember the internet bubble with some pain!

This last year I have tried spread betting and contracts for difference (cfds with pretty dismal results- I am much more ruthless at cutting losses there but seem to suffer more from bad luck stupid spikes taking me out then the trade running as predicted- so have backed off a wee bit there, have a few short positions running just now.... JJB, Carpetright, Barclays..

In stocks I have quite a sizeable amount of EMED (doing quite well with these started buying about 13p) have also been messing with some ETF's of late in my ISA, find I can gain exposure more safely to "richer" markets this way that I would be too wary of in a spread bet or CFD- ie. Oil, Gold etc. Have just closed a Oil Short ETF for a small but welcome profit, and just opened a small Gold position long, see if we catch a bounce? Dollar weakness might be against me here but I can afford to hold the position longer than a spread bet, and longer term I reckon Gold will be a good buy- if Russia starts chucking a few bombs around the old soviet satellites in earnest again (aka georgia) I can seea flight to hard assets. Also seen a thing this weekend suggesting the US will need to start running the old Dollar printing presses harder once the elections are out the way- either way long term I think gold is a good buy) Also holding Hunting plc, IQE, France Telecom (lots of these- due to work schemes etc- very nice divvies from these, but looking to offload a shed load, if the current strength fizzles out)Punted a lot of Voda recently at 150 just before the recent fall- that I bought at 33p a long time back.

I have a few other crumbs down the back of the sofa (porfolio) that sometimes I wish I could forget about , but on balance I have done Ok this last couple of years. Recent weakness aside.

"I was interrogated over long and continuous sessions. I was always removed from my cell as No: 26, always blindfolded and handcuffed. I was systematically humiliated by my captors who always remained unidentified. They stripped me of all self-respect; they degraded me and broke down my will and resistance; they threatened me and my family; they frightened me; they brainwashed me to the extent that I ended up in Court on 19 September 1998 a shivering shell of a man willing to do anything to stop the destruction of my being."

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The pot belongs to our friends Leo and Isa who spend some of their time in the little Piemontese village of Sostegno.  Evidently the pot is picking up some good vibrations, as Leo likes to listen to Rock and Roll while he cooks and cleans up.

The Captain, who cooked the Veal Spezzatini for Friday evening's dinner, had harvested some fresh bay leaves and one very hot pepper for his recipe.  It looks rather Christmasy, no?

We joined Leo and other friends for a celebration of Ferragosto in Sostegno, as we do every year.  This year we had the Big Meal on Thursday evening.  It was an enormous fish, called in Italian a 'lucio' (pike) more than four pounds, that son Silvio had caught the day before.  In fact, it is one of the ugliest fish I've ever seen - how about you?  Ever seen one uglier?    But I must say, it was quite delicious once it was filleted and cooked on the grill. In this picture it is soaking in its pre-cooking bath of lemon juice and herbs.

But back to the matter at hand, the Spezzatino di Vitello...

This is something the Captain frequently whips up, and it is always a little different.  The starred recipe, under recipes over on the right, is the way he made it on Saturday, and in spite of the remarkable fish, it wins the nod for the best thing we ate this week. (Sorry, Leo and Silvio - the fish was good, but...)

There were two other Very Good things we ate over the weekend, and they get honorable mention this week: Leo's mother's stuffed eggs and Leo's Polenta Cuncia.  I wish I had a photo of the eggs because they are lovely, and quite different from what we think of when we think 'deviled eggs.' For starters, they are green (Get back, Dr. Seuss!).  I do have a photo of the polenta:

Basically polenta cuncia is polenta into which you have stirred massive amounts of cheese and a bit of butter.  It is heavenly, though it makes your arteries scream.  Usually it is served during the cold weather, because it is rich; we had it on Friday because it was pouring rain all day and was rather chilly - it's a wonderful dish for the upcoming days of autumn and winter.

Recipes are over on the right under the heading Recipes.

Buon Appetito!

Al medio día los compromisos se anclaron en tus tu voz invitándome a desaparecer por los médanos y las dársenas de tu recuerdo. Luego, cuando el sol inició su carrera hacia el mar llegaste a la palmera de mis ensoñaciones con una sonrisa rosada que hacia juego con el cielo sangrante. Te sentaste a mi lado a escuchar el agua lamiendo la arena y el rumor de risas ahogándose en las penumbras…

Estas son las estelas que brillan esta noche solitaria.

serie engranajes+personal+isa

©Chico Porto

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Lá em cima é Isa e sua mãe, Ana. Filha e esposa do colega Chico Porto, fotógrafo do Jornal do Commercio. Isa, com um mês de vida, já é punk como o pai. Já tinha visto esta foto e lembrei dela depois de ver esta nadadora em Pequim. Isa ainda não pinta as unhas...