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abril 06, 2006
Civilization and its Cariocas
A common feeling to a good deal - I almost say most, almost say all - of my friends, in this blessed province of Rio de Janeiro, is the will to go away. I get myself within this pack; all I need is some extra money and a small town with fast internet. No thinking twice.
It's hard to think of this city, of this state, and see the reasons for the huge optimism related to it. We live in a garbage box. It's no more reasonable to say we're decadent - it's a surpassed stage here. The rottening stinks no more, it's dilluted, ethereal; it sticks to the skin rather than offending the noses.
I abstain from mentioning the signals of this disgrace; whatever can be bad in a city, in a so-called metropolis, is surely to be found in Rio, and worse and in plenty; but whatever is good is rare and accessible to few. And all is even more annoying due to that pack of sissies, er, inhabitants, who believe the world to turn over Rio. Agree, Rio isn't even the preferred destination for perv travellers anymore. Cariocas scream the world is prone to Copacabana, but the world probably forgot Copacabana; and if it did, did very well.
This is not only a Rio's thing, it's a Brazilian thing - this mania of feeling to deserve so much more importance beyond the one it deserves. To be short about it, Rio de Janeiro = dozens of dirty beaches, hundreds of favelas (guess what!), thousands of criminals and millions of gross people. But if we were to be according to public opinion (I mean crap), newspapers (I mean crap), TV (I mean crap), we live in a finger of the paradise. All we have a lot goes like good things for the eyes of our beauty finders.
We only like the soccer's world championship because our team often wins. We had a F1 champion, then we liked it; he's dead, we don't like it anymore. I'm sure if some brazilian buddy won the Paper-Rock-Scissors World Championship it would be considered a most important sport category, around my house.
When the first hurricane reach our rock bottom and destroy one or two towns, it will be talked of as "a sample of our beautiful, wide weather spectre"
Prior to it, I hope I can be elsewhere, baby.
Posted by Igor at abril 6, 2006 01:20 PM
Comments
"Millions of gross people". That was the sissiest sentence I've read in a long time... No, wait, that would be offensive to the gay people, who I happen to like a lot.
Anyway, would you please clarify what your definition of "gross people" is. Because I'm getting the impression that you're referring to anyone who's non-white and non-rich. If this is true, that might even sound cool to the "politically incorrect" readership, but in my opinion, your considering the "povo" gross is typical of an upper-middle class kid who grew up sheltered, afraid, and full of prejudice.
Posted by: Leila at abril 11, 2006 08:28 PM
"I get myself within this pack"?!?
How exactly do you "get yourself"?!?
"the world to turn over Rio"?!?
Good thing it doesn't turn under. :)
"We only like the soccer's world championship because our team often wins"
Welcome to planet earth.
Enfim, I'm sure you have a point here somewhere. Just can't find it.
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Posted by: Fernando at abril 11, 2006 10:36 PM
Igor,
More to the point, maybe you´d rather say: "I´m a paulista". :)
Posted by: smart shade of blue at abril 12, 2006 11:30 AM
Leila, you got me on my knees: Would that be offensive to gay people, calling me sissy?
Go ahead, I'll play the gay for your fun.
But if you really want it, my definition of a gross person is: Someone who comes along someone else's blog, reads a stupid post and comments full of shit crap. Satisfied?
Fernando: Don't you ever get yourself? Never?
You should try, it's a damn fine thing to do.
But you're right, bad english, indeed. Too bad I've learnt english when I needed to talk to people at work and stuff, not at CCAA.
But in no way I'm welcome to your planet.
Can't you find my point? You'll never. I'd never let you.
Smart: In fact, I'm a Pernambucano.
Keep coming, friends!
Posted by: Igor at abril 12, 2006 03:19 PM
Uh, leila, I'm non-white and non-rich. And, really, where did you get that impression from?
I'm getting the impression you are guilty of the murder of Maude Flanders. If this is true, it's a typical crime from a peruvian liberal christian who went to the USA, ain't it?
Cheeeeeeers.
Posted by: Igor at abril 12, 2006 03:22 PM
The book is on the table.
Posted by: Milton Ribeiro at abril 13, 2006 10:08 PM
eeeeeh macarena.
Posted by: Igor at abril 24, 2006 09:11 AM