Hello, my name is J., and I’m a self-satisfied narcisist.
it’s been a quiet few days here in Belo Horizonte. Steve and I have spent some quality time together (we even went to the movies, Lions for Lambs, on Saturday), eating meals, giving unsolicited advice and planing and plotting. Sunday we went to a concert (a show - everything is a show here) of a singing, dancing, poetry reciting madman from the state of Bahia (the northeast coast of Brasil - closer to the Carribean and it showed in the music) with Aunt Regina, Uncle Gabriel, Renata (Renata was in a car a is in a wheelchair and cannot talk but she is fucking terrific. She got all gussied up and swayed back and forth to the music and insisted we go out to pizza afterwards. What a gal. On, a side note. Brasil is going to make me more sentimental, more earnest. Is irony, self-satisfied narcisism, hipsterism and apathy, or worse, disdain for the things that bring people joy a luxury of the first world?
i have to stop this post for now. The iPhone is only good for short little guys and I can’t figure out how to add to this post properly. More later.
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