Saturday, June 9, 2012 at 08:52PM 
Marginal Pinheiros.We drove for an hour to get to the restaurant. Out along Rebouças, south along Marginal, right into the face of the storm that was blowing in from the coast a hundred miles to the east.
Thursday, April 19, 2012 at 10:00PM 
You know that bit in Wall-E when he rolls over the little apocalypse-friendly cockroach, and Wall-E's horrified because he thinks he’s inadvertently killed his buddy, but then the cockroach pops back up again? Well, I am now in a position to tell you that is not some fanciful sprinkling of Hollywood fairy dust. No suspension of disbelief is required when watching that scene. That shit is real.
Friday, April 6, 2012 at 10:37AM 
Sigh. I find it really hard to talk about this image.
Cliff Richard, funny Friday, March 9, 2012 at 06:01AM The tangible benefit of alcohol is that it allows me to distance myself from how much I feel, which is too much. But since this act of distancing means never facing the problem, the cure is only temporary and makes sensation, when it returns, much worse. So what began years ago as a way of seizing euphorically on the moment, literally to make the moment present, has become the means by which I blunt emotion’s edge and hide a little longer from facing the poverty of my condition – which is simply that I’m alive, and drunk, and feeling sorry for myself.
Writing Monday, February 27, 2012 at 08:55AM It is my firm belief that if you read the ‘Romance’ section of the Lonely Planet’s Brazilian-Portuguese phrasebook in one sitting, you can perceive the shadowy form of an entire self-contained narrative behind the latticework of chat-up lines, rejections and sexual instruction. And here’s the rub: the narrative is a tragedy – a perfectly condensed, miniature tragedy of misunderstanding, frustration and disappointment.
