Night One: Pasta Night.
No matter what happens to me in BH, a stabbing on the streets of Centro, big romance with a little favela girl, Dengue Fever or if I just go home after a few months to work in restaurants and flirt with waitresses, pasta night will always be what I remember the most fondly. Something started by his father when Matias were young and taken over by Matias in his adult years. It’s exactly as it sounds; people come over, pasta is cooked coupled with talking and drinking …

J. Beaman is practically unemployed, living is brazil and loves the new Antony & the Johnsons record.
I like:
a. books
b. girls
c. rock and roll
d. being insensitive to religious folks
e. food and wine
f. restaurants
g. waitresses
I do not like:
a. religious people
b. reality TV
c. the Garden State Soundtrack
d. Vermont
e. astrology
f. vegans (and to a lesser extent vegetarians)
g. so many other things

I should have stayed in Santa Teresa, a neighborhood north of the famed beaches of Copacabana and Ipanema (where I’m staying–bullied into staying there by Luciana and her sweet but overprotective family). I was nervous to leave the touristy womb of the beaches and it has taken me three days to blast out. Although, credit, Copacabana and Ipanema are marvelously beautiful and fun has certainly been had there.

Let me explain. I woke up at dawn this morning to watch the sunrise on Ipanema Beach and jog (a little-I am still …