Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Bolas


Bolinha de gude, bolona de yoga, bexiga de gas, bexiga de agua, bexiga bem grande cheia de bala, balinha, bombom, batom e biscoito em festa de aniversario.
Boia de braço, boia de cintura, bambole. Bola azul, bola roxa,bola amrela, balao de festa junina. Bola de neve, bola de fogo, bola de merda, bola de vime. Globo de neve, uva rede globo.
Bola de chocolate preto, bola de chocolate branco, bolota de nescau no leite,. Bolinha pra fazer bolachinha de aveia,bolona pra fazer pizza. Bola no parque, bola na praia, bola na escola, bola na praça.
Bola pra cima,bola pra frente.Bola pra tras, bola pra baixo. Baixa a bola! Bolinha na roupa, bola de lã. Bola de couro, bola de plastico, bola de sangue, bola de algodão.
Bola na rede: GOOOOOOLLLLLL. Futebolismo. Bola no escuro, bola da vez. Bolacha recheada, biscoito de maizena, bolinha de sabão. Bolota de queijo borbulhando no forno, bola de gorda, bolhas na pele, bolhas no pé.
Bala de coco, bala de mel, bala que arde, bala que corta. Bola na sala, bola no quarto, bola na cama, bola toda hora no corredor. Bolas de milho estourando, bolas de gente sorrindo. Bolas do carro rodando, bolas de cera no ouvido esquentando, bolas do stereo pulando. Bolas dos olhos brilhando, bolas de agua escorrendo, bolas do corpo encostando.
Bolas do corpo afastando, como bolas de gelo ficando.
Bia bonita, bela beleza. Tudo na vida sao bolas e balinhas... Busque-as!
(dedicated to bia bolelis)

Thursday, April 24, 2008

When we less expect


When we less expect things happen, and it seems we are never prepared for it. We are never wearing the best out-fit when we meet a cute guy; we never have a pen when meeting a movie star – and that can happen at any time in NY.
Suddenly you lose things and people you love; accidently, you change the course of your life. In the blink of an eye, naked trees get covered of yellow, white, pink and purple flowers. Suddenly, the temperatures get 60’s, 70’s and everybody is cleaning their closets.
Life always shows off surprisingly. And that is certainly one of the greatest things about living. Although sometimes, you just get caught completely out of guard. The rebalance – or the recovery – is always longer. That is because, under any circumstances, we just get used to things.
We get used to see certain people on the subway. It kind of gives you the sense of constancy. Every day when I come home I see these two Chinese ladies on my train. It feels nice, although I don’t even know them. Now imagine how much one misses one’s best friend when this has to go.
How much time it takes to cure a broken heart, especially when this heart has been broken it’s being a while? How much time it takes to take a plane to Brazil and see the sister that you haven’t seen in one year? The answer is one year + 9 hours of flight, and the visit will end in last than 2 weeks.
How much time it takes to prepare a portfolio or a piano piece? Months of practice and hard work. How long it takes to play or to present it? 9 minutes.
Isn’t the time a concept very difficult to understand, and to cope with? Too complex, although who learn how to deal with it, can be called very smart. It has to be called smart. Finally NY got warmer temperatures. Suddenly, rain again. This weekend, after a gorgeous week, it will rain.

Friday, April 18, 2008

No solicitations

Check out this story. My friend Karen has a very close guy friend, who last Saturday invited her to a wine tasting. She never went to it, although she even changed her shift. This guy ended up taking his fck buddy. Because, his words, I can get more than wine later.
Another guy told me over dinner, ye, I like to hang out with one girl in special. We go to the movies once in a while but, no strings attached. I told her I don’t want a relationship, at least not a serious one. I just want to be stand. She asked me to call her more times. Ye, I can do that…
What? One special girl, no relationship. Good sex, no love. What is that American guys want exactly?
I couldn’t stop thinking about it for the last couple days, until I realized something. Maybe American guys are crazy, but maybe that is why American guys are rich. I’ll elaborate.
Maybe this kind of “thing” (since fck buddy doesn’t mean relationship) is actually the best thing a girl (and a guy) can have. You have a nice, good smelling human being to kiss… and more. You don’t really have to call him, hence you have time to do your things. Since you don’t have to see him all the time, you save outfits. You actually save quite money, or you repeat out fits in other casual dates. To those casual dates you can go, indeed. You can flirt, you can kiss… and don’t need to worry with nothing else, because you have your fck buddy.
Putting it in the balance you cut the bs, you cut the bad humor, you cut the drama. You keep the fun, the novelty and have time to write your final papers. From here you conclude. American guys are richer because they just cut the death weight. And maybe we should learn from that.
Where there are no solicitations, there is no opportunity. Dream jobs, the ones who offer good salary, and benefits, demand hard work. The application process is long; interview, observation, demonstration of work, salary discussion. But in the mean time, or in the search time, you can always count on the U$ 7.50/ hour relationship. It’s not “The one”, but it keeps you active.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

“History won’t judge us for the day we left, but for what we left behind”

Sunday morning is when you can get a little more intellectual in terms of politics if you don’t really care – or don’t have time to – during the week. George Stephanopoulos show at ABC is more like a debate where intellectual people, at least apparently, give their opinions about Politics. These days, the most important issue seems to be the Elections. The whole nation seems to be very concern with the type of government America will have next. Nothing is for sure at this point, but one thing is certain: people want change.
A big portion of the debate last Sunday was on Mc Cain’s response to an reporter, who asked his view on Bush’s comment that “If necessary USA will stay in Iraq for 10 years”. Mc Cain’s answer seemed to be even worse, “We’ll stay there for 50 years, if necessary”. Chokingly stupid, right? But even more stupid (if you can get that far)was the comment of Senator Lindsey Grandham on McCain’s response saying that “Mc Cain didn’t really mean how he sounded”. He continued, “History won’t judge us for the day we left, but for what we left behind”.
Really? Is what you get more important than how you did that?
I’ve been wondering about intentions these days. Intention is what moves us toward or away from something, and because of this; intentions determine the quality of our actions. An expression in my language says something like this: Your actions have to make you feel hot, have to make you tangle. You have to be 100% sure of why you doing whatever you doing.
On this same last Sunday, I had a meeting with some people I’ll present a paper with. The reason of the meeting was to discuss the book we had to read and will present. The presentations is by the end of the month, the reading… who knows? Nobody read the book. Still, everybody – including me – left their homes on the sacred hours of Sunday and came to school to do nothing. Why?
Time seems to have lost its importance, because in the end things will get done anyway, right? Wrong. Things will get done, but which type of things?

Sunday, April 6, 2008

A clash kind of question

Saturday night. There are plenty of things you can do in NYC. Movie and make out, bowling, casual dinner, drinks on Downtown, read in the library, sushi delivered and eaten on bed… But after a very busy day the question is not what to do anymore, the question is should I stay or should I go?
When you wonder going out on Saturday night and probably missing Pilates class on the next morning (because the greatest class is on the NYSC Mercer’s club at 12:30h) Clash’s song comes to mind. Is this guy really worth your butt less firm? Same question when you wonder going out with an ex, or with someone new. Or when you wonder about going out with a new guy, when you have an ex. If I can even get the fork along with my take out dessert, why can’t I get some clear answers?
I always hear people on their 30’s, 40’s and 50’s that 20 something’s years are the easiest, and therefore “20 something people” should just enjoy it. They are, indeed, right about the enjoying part, but not about the easy part. Because you see, they have some very clear answers about some questions that we, “20 something people” don’t. Maybe this is part of the fun… who knows? The point is when we should go – with our hearts – to hang out in the city, and when we should stay – and just chill out, is never for sure.
This new guy? great kisser, great smile… very cute and even interesting. The ex guy? Great Guy. Still no answers of whether they are (still) mine, or not. Or if my decision of not going to play bowling with a third party was a good one. Maybe we should just have uncertain answers… Maybe clear answers just make everything complicated, but the doubt kills.
Maybe in the occasion of the clash question you should stay. You know, better be sure, and don’t make mistakes or make things complicated… Or maybe you should just go, meet new people, have a good time, and who knows… regret, or don’t.
Too many questions, not many answers. Can’t make up my mind.

Thursday, April 3, 2008

Birthday Chronicle


As we live our lives, we see a lot. We see bad and disgusting things, but beautiful things too. Bad things like people dying and lying. Beautiful things like a salt desert that reflects the sky as perfect mirror or a charmed coffee shop. As we live our lives, we do things. We change and fight for things; we inspire. We impress people through our actions, even if we didn't mean it. As we live our lives we get old. Small things get bigger, up turns down... wrinkles, cellulites... It all changes, way before 40... Hopefully, as we live our lives we'll make mistakes. We'll make mistakes because we do things. We have 2 choices: do things, make mistakes and get things done; or don't do things, make mistakes anyway, and get nothing done. But the great thing about mistakes is the after words. " You have a whole life to fix them" Hopefully, a long life ahead of you, full of opportunities, full of things to see and taste, and with many white mornings...If we a have a whole life ahead of us, we'll count it essentially by the days we live. At every day, by the morning, we have a chance to make it all better, because mornings are white. Someone very special tricked me with a question a long time ago: Do you know what it means "Branca e a tez da manha"(white is the color of the morning face) ? (I only got it, when I left this person) The mornings are white, pure. They give you a second chance, everyday. Because in the mornings there is nothing done, you have a whole day ahead of you. In NYC today, the whole day has been white. Everything looks brighter, pure... The snow is celebrating your special day giving to everything and everyone, a bit of its brightness and pureness. We have all to celebrate the fact that you have a whole life ahead of you to see things, to do things, to make mistakes, to fix and learned from them and to enjoy many white mornings. So, enjoy...
(Dedicated to Claudia, my sister. February/2008)

Nasim's game

New places, new games… I used to play truco, now I’m trying poker. It has being a little challenging. My problem seems to be memory. I can’t really remember the possible hands, so I take a little more time to learn the moves… still. The key word here is still, I’ll get there. But what I’m really into is work on my bluff.
What is bluff, anyway? Our always helpful Wikipedia says that is a bet or raise with an inferior hand that has little or no chance of improving. Dictionary.com says is self-confidence. Trying to play with words, thinking about my challenges, and still learning how to play poker, I couldn’t help at wonder: How does one’s bluff improve?
Nasim is a great girl I met in the city. She is from “the controversy Iran”, as she says. To me, she has no controversy. On the opposite, her strong values are a great lesson. As many others, Nasim came to this country pursuing a better education. Now, she is applying for her PhD. For great students, the States have great schools and opportunities, and that is Nasim’s case. She applied to two of the top schools in the Music field, and got accepted by both. The thing is that one school offered her a full scholarship for five years, and lots of benefits coming along. The other school, lots of benefits; still, she would have to pay for the program. As a smart person, she waited, and bluffed.
You could tell Nasim was more passionate for the school that wasn’t giving too many options. But her bluff was based on silence, observation. She knew how far she could go and how much she was worth, but she waited to see how far they think she would go. Every time she was updating me the news, I could only think about my last games.
Maybe because I can’t still, for some reason, visualize the hands, my moves have been not really careful – and still, no bluff. Maybe I let good hands pass and keep only the cards that will take me nowhere. Although sometimes, I feel that I just don’t know how to combine good cards and make a good move.
Maybe I’m doing it because I’m afraid to lose that one or two good cards or maybe, I just base my skills by those one or two good moves from an old game. It doesn’t mean much in poker. This game demands, actually, math skills, patience and seduction. Seduction is based on wait and silence.
It’s funny… when telling a small big girl I know about my last very messy affair, she told me (with the deep experience only a 19 year-old girl can have) “Never regret your silence. If you talk much, you gonna have to do much. And you… you don’t wanna do that much…”
Ye, Bia. Maybe be I’ve been doing too much… Playing too hard…. Thinking too hard… Maybe I’ve based my moves on what I guess my partners have in their hands…. That’s not how the game goes. Maybe I should be a bit surer about my hand, and on my bluff, before even getting into the table. And, definitely, I have to learn the right time to fold. Sometimes, it is just not worth all the effort, although you think you can win.
But how about Nasim’s game? Oh, she bluffed, she observed, she certainly seduced… but she realized that it was time to fold and go to the next table. Because in the end, it seems that let yourself free to try different tables is how you can really have fun.
Good luck Nasim! Have fun on your next table!