I would have liked to say something intelligent about his work, however I only just started Dubliners and am finding it dull in a weird way. Perhaps the problem is that I was told it was beautiful… And I fail to see its beauty — maybe they meant beautiful in an improbable way. … Read More In Which James Joyce Possesses Me
Menina e moça quis que me levassem de casa de minha mãe para longes terras. Ênfase no “quis”. Até agora a oportunidade não se proporcionou. Ou melhor, proporcionou-se mas, em bom preceito português, ficou tudo em águas de bacalhau — longe de mim acusarem-me de falta de patriotismo.… Read More No Qual Vamos de Cascais a Belém
The realisation that I don’t need a 10-paragraph prose every time I decide to update my blog hit me hard today. (Thanks, Tanya Burr!) And although you should definitely expect some “short stories” along the line, today I have decided to post this… A fairly pointless yet important update. I just quit my full-time job and have… Read More Today is the day!
“But I’m getting ahead of myself! So before I say anything else, let us rewind and establish that I just turned 20– on the 14th of May. The days leading up to that dreadful event were less than disappointing. Almost unbearable, really. And it all came down to this wretched dichotomy: I feel young (due to my lack of orientation in life) yet old (because I am going through a stage that I have already been through and that I should have gotten over). In short: I feel like the 39-year-old person at the club at 6 a.m. Just go home, get your shit together!”… Read More I want to feel like twenty, too!
I plead guilty! I too have spent countless hours – yes, hours – watching pointless and even brain-cell-killing TV programmes. Just admitting this in writing is turning my cheeks red! After I Googled it, however, I found I am far from being alone. As one Washington Post article states “these very same [scripted and… Read More Keeping Up With Trashy TV
betices. 