Monthly Archives: March 2005

No man is an island

No woman either. I’ve always wanted to have a blog in English so I could both practice the language and blog in another sphere, I mean, at an English-reading blogosphere.

The problem is this address was once before used. So, everytime I try to reach this url I go to the old owner’s blog. Feels really weird, being … blog-haunted!

Spooky!!

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Posting by cell phone

Trying , just trying

Toronto

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originally uploaded by farofa.

I lived in Canada when I was a teenager, eras ago.
Now, everytime I walk by this Toronto named building in the district I live, in Sao Paulo, I feel like going back.

Barra do Una

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originally uploaded by farofa.

Sunset, Barra do Una, a cute inshore beach in São Paulo, Brazil

Flickr

This is a test post from flickr, a fancy photo sharing thing.

A whole lot of blogging

I’ve been blogging for a few years, maybe not so few in webtime. Five years, I’d say, but before blogging I “sited”. But as my blog became a public media I lost the possibility of being just a nobody in the crowd.

Lack of modesty? Well, not quite. After you get sued a few times you realize  you’re being read by people outside your personal circle of friends and relatives.

So I thought: why not blog worldwide, in English, instead of Portuguese? Why not get sued by other people too?? (just kidding…)

Love and hate, envy and joy, are everywhere. When you go public you can’t avoid it. Maybe you shouldn’t. Maybe we should really jump into the abyss and learn, once for all, how to deal with human feelings and behavior. Ours included.

Maybe this is the only way to get deep down our own feelings.

So, here I go.
Wanna come?

R.H.