Thursday, December 24, 2015

18.08.15 - Jogar merda no ventilador

Hallooo from the bleak, 30-degree Brazilian midwinter. 

Since I last wrote, we've been down on the street (and not just any street - the Avenida Paulista no less) protesting, banging on pots and pans, and calling for Dilma's head; not literally, of course... I've never seen so many people dressed in yellow, or warning against the rise of communism, in one place. I didn't pick up on many of the marching song lyrics, but a particularly vivid one went "Pé na bunda dela, por que Brasil não é Venezuela" ("a foot up her backside, because Brazil isn't Venezuela").

Afterwards we repaired to a nearby bistro for a "Bauru" - an amazing traditional sandwich of roast beef, pickles and melted cheese - which was pretty great too. That brings me onto my next project, a bilingual review site for São Paulo bars and restaurants which I shall write, translate, build, edit and promote all by myself, and have started to contribute to at a rate of one review a day (starting with the places I've actually been to, and moving on to imaginary reviews at a later date). 

Once it goes live, the aim is to become a viral sensation among native and tourist restaurant connoisseurs alike, thus adding to my my cred and increasing the likelihood of getting invited to review more restaurants. It'll be a long, hard road, but the possibility of free meals at the end is a powerful incentive indeed.

Otherwise things have been pottering along nicely - Bolo grows ever more deranged, has scythed his way through a phone charger and a pair of headphones to date, and spends every waking hour attacking Diva in increasingly inventive ways (she doesn't seem to mind much). And Gaby is off to a psychologist convention this week, to assess the current shrink hivemind and hand out business cards.

Finally, Fred's Brazilian saying of the week: "jogar merda no ventilador" means to "Throw sh*t in the fan", but is only loosely connected to the similar English expression, meaning instead to say something at a critical juncture in a heated situation which somehow makes everything worse. Fun to know, and to say even.

That will be all; we speak tomorrow and I give Jub the house Skype tour, yes?
Yes.

Fred 

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