Thursday, March 16, 2000

21:49 I was working tonight at the not-at-all-set-up-yet studio of Submarine and decided to order some food. Soon enough I realized that there were no utensils anywhere. The chicken was easy - I wrapped the little bits with parts of a sheet of indian bread. The rice (smelling delicious) was more complicated. After trying using what was available (pair of glasses, for instance) I just chose to eat it with my hands.

I cannot remember the last time I ate with my hands, if ever. It is quite an experience.

I do remember my aunt Enedina, though, in the countryside of Brazil, who used to eat with her hands sitting in the sun after cooking and serving lunch to the whole family. She was (and is) the sweetest woman, always in a good mood and taking care of all those around her. It still strikes me that she would only eat after everyone else. Later I learned that the Brazilian indians also eat that way, and I wondered what kind of roots did she have.
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09:47 Dream / Garden / Mess
Last night's dream is already fading away. I was in a countryside house, there were animals and generally things were messy, growing in an uncontrolled way or decaying naturally, and I looked at it and I saw the beauty of it. When I was leaving I saw a tiny mouse hiding under some hay that lied on the ground, a wooden gate worn out by the weather... It is possible that there were friends inside, some sleeping, but I am not sure about that.
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Wednesday, March 15, 2000

08:44 Morning-after-entry. Got a mail from my brother Cassio demanding to know why am I so distant and threatening to delete me from all his files - forever.
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00:17 POOL IS ON
Less then one hour playing with the program and the Pool is already there.
Next I'll try to add images and see if I find a good policy.
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