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Adieu Bonjour!

vuvuzela by bea douglas
Art by Bea Douglas. I wanted a surreal image. I think this works and is fairly thematic considering some fools believe the vuvuzela is meant to resemble an elephant’s call.
Yeah right!

Fiddling puddlesticks! I was so annoyed yesterday, but so proud of myself. A whole day went by without the use and abuse of strong language ; )

No, the title isn’t some skewed attempt at French. I have an excellent firewall that allows nothing past its defences. Heck, it only allows me through if I’ve been really good and the same goes for all of you =Þ Every day, I get "Do you want Bonjour to access the internet?" Well, I neither need or want the programme Adobe insists on installing. Its main objective in life is to access the net and, deprived of that objective, it just sits there like a dead duck. My research cold me it was safe to uninstall it. Bagged and trashed, I was free of its daily "hello, I’m still here taking up 2 seconds of your day."

Then all dizzy heliotropes broke loose. My pc went belly-up. I restarted my pc, but it wouldn’t restart. My empty wallpaper sat staring at me. My keyboard ceased to function. I eventually accessed my files with Jurgis’ keyboard and in Safe Mode to do an emergency backup… and formatted.

Somehow, something had gone very wrong *makes a mental note to leave Bonjour in relative peace in future* It wasn’t just Bonjour though. At that precise moment, my keyboard cable (thank goodness it was easily resolved) died.

Reinstalling my pc was not quite how I’d planned to spend my day.

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Sometimes life presents little scenes to check if you’re awake and paying attention. I was standing in the cluster of humanity, crowded into the cattle-herding gates, waiting fro the next metro at the busy Sé station, idly watching people getting off another line. One man caught my attention. Bopping and jiving to the beat in his headphones, very carefully, I might add, he was a stereotypical big-afro ‘out of a 70’s movie’ black guy – typical, except for the large chocolate cake he was carrying. It looked so surreal. Talk about stereotyping.

On the subject of surreal, it was so weird getting onto the bus this morning to actually find seats! Oh the joys of school holidays combined with world cup fever.

Don’t you just love the guys that get onto the underground metro while it is still dark outside with their hoodies pulled up over their ears and dark glasses on? "I’m so bright, I’ve got to wear shades." Their whole posture, the slouch and pushing baggy hips forward, and bearing screams, "Look at me! I’m cool!"

Then Tweedledee and Tweedledum got on. Some grungy jeans hanging in multiple folds over their trainers, pale, scrawny arms stretching out of yellow sweatshirts, which were worn under the regulation-on-match-day Brazilian team t-shirts. Number 7 and Number 10. Two curly dark heads didn’t look at each other or talk, but each move was identical, choreographed deep in their DNA.

Add further oddity to that. I waited 40 minutes for my usually very regular student, but he’s vanished. No reply on home, work or cell phone and not a soul seems to even know who he is. We usually meet in a neighbouring department because of the free boardrooms, so I went to his floor, which has recently had all its 200 anonymous open plan desks rearranged. I stood in the sea of desks and called his number, but no phones rang. I checked to make sure it was Friday. Yep. *Chronicles of the invisible student*

I arrived home to the neighbours getting their gathering of friends and family together… each sporting a new vuvuzela *sigh* Then a call from my student, "So sorry! I had no work today (lucky guy) because of the game and I completely forgot about class." Grrr! I don’t mind the time off. I do mind that I spent half an hour this morning trying to find something to wear… for nothing!

vizinho vuvuzela
The cartoon is appropriate today. ‘Visinhos’ is ‘neighbours’ and "Esse copa só serve pra encher o saco" roughly translates to "This cup only serves to make one fed up" except that ‘encher o saco’ has a far more crude interpretation here.

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Posted by on July 2, 2010 in work


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Up ‘n down week

My week started with Kippy’s wedding and a computer format. I hate formatting because they never go as quickly and smoothly as I’d like. This time, my scanner went belly-up. We eventually got the scanner working by sneaking up on it… and disabling my webcam, as the pc wanted to use the webcam as a scanner source. I was finally functional by Wednesday afternoon, but without a printer. Let’s say that lessons and admin became very interesting this week. I rely heavily on technology.

Along with this came an all-pervasive tiredness. No idea where that comes from. I picked up towards the end of the week. Then yesterday, Thursday, we took both dogs up to the village. At the church, we parted company. I had Romany with me. Jurgis had Dingo. She was going to the vet who confirmed that she’s diabetic. She was already totally blind in the one eye and had minimal vision in her remaining eye. This past month, she lost a lot of weight. Generally, the dogs start piling on weight as the cooler weather sets in… she just got skinnier and skinnier. She was already a skinny dog to start off with. Her appearance was conflicting… glossy coat, perky ears, still all tail-wag, but otherwise clearly going downhill. She’d lie in the corner under my desk, not following Romany out. We made the decision to let her go. All I’ll say is that her tail was still wagging.

While we were out walking, it rained. No ordinary rain, but a typical São Paulo garoa, rendering umbrellas useless. We were soaked through. By nightfall, I was feeling ghastly… sore throat, achy, sheer bliss, of course. This morning, after chasing of the mule train that ran me over, I dragged myself out to teach. What a weird class. She’s a new student who wanted me to go over her application for a job. We met at a Starbucks that had Wifi, but she didn’t have a service provider, so she couldn’t access it. Most of the lesson was spent trying to find an internet connection. This afternoon, I dragged my sorry self back home and went to bed, waking up in time for supper. I think I’ll just veg with housework this weekend…. and a few blogs. I’m way behind in everyone’s blogs.

PS. The top photo is simply there because I thought it was pretty. I was looking for photos of Dingo and found that one. Not sure what Heidi and Specs were looking at… probably a hyperactive dog.


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Posted by on May 28, 2010 in dogs, life, work


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