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Took a trip to São Paulo the other weekend for our friend, Ric’s, birthday party. After a long(ish), comfortable(ish), overnight bus ride and after Eduardo violently yelled at a passing car that almost hit him, subtly reminding me to never, ever anger a cuddly mustachioed bear no matter how cuddly or mustachioed he may seem, we wrangled a cab to our hotel. Our hotel was a stark, slightly soviet, utilitarian tower (exactly what we wanted. Just a bed to sleep in.) in a neighborhood called Jardims (Gardens) with an unfortunate …

Ran across a website were people send in emails and IM’s from their mothers. It’s touching and sappy and I’m eating it up. Some Sadness. I could read these things all day. It was not my intention to spend the morning a little weepy, reading cheesy letters from moms but here I am, Saturday morning, like a motherfucker. Here are some highlights.

me: hi mom
mom: hi pookie…i just booked tickets for zumanity. miss you
me: What is zumanity?
mom: it is a very erotic show that explores sexuality.
hopefully dad will enjoy it
lol
it is …