O Theatro Municipal
Thursday, July 28, 2005 • Posted by jcb
We spent a handsome evening with the Brasilian symphony earlier this week. Nothing but the best for these symphony tenderfoots, we scored a front row balcony box. Everything was unfolding just as I planned, right up to the point Witzy stepped on a plastic cup in the third movement of something. I do not exaggerate when I say every eye in the joint took a look at the idiot gringos gooning up in the balcony. Feel like a naughty monkey tonight .. check.
Pass the milk
Wednesday, July 27, 2005 • Posted by jcb
The Brazilian Central Bank (COPOM) held the SELIC overnight bank lending rate at an astonishing 19.75% last week. With YoY inflation at 7.2% and current indices indicating flat retail and wholesale prices, the only fly in the ointment could prove to be the unfolding politic crisis in Brasilia. What’s all this mean for your guerilla investors … it means we RACE… and wait for the storm clouds to clear.
Is this funny, sir?
Thursday, July 21, 2005 • Posted by jcb
No. It’s not. It’s tragic.
Do you have an answer?
Absolutely.
My answer is I don’t have the
first damn clue. Maybe they were short a tar crock pot
and couldn’t be bothered to wait for a back up.
And maybe the building owner is completely insane.
I’m an educated man, but I’m afraid I
can’t speak intelligently about the roofing contractor repair
regulations in latin american republics. What I do
know is that the roof is on fire and no one seems to think this is abnormal.
Now are these really the
concerns I need to ponder as I sip my morning cup a Joe?
Drunken arsonist roofers? Please tell
me there is something I’m missing.
Please tell me there’s a reason for a perfectly sound roof to be set on fire in broad
daylight. There are two puzzled ex-pats across the street dying for answers.
Please tell me …
I see London, I see France …
Sunday, July 3, 2005 • Posted by jcb
Lev
We spend a whirlwind two days in London. Big thanks to Lev and Natasha for showing us such a good time. Come and see us in Rio any time.
tourist shot
Presence
Sunday, July 3, 2005 • Posted by jcb
Palais du Luxembourg
Panthéon
l’Hotel des Invalides … old french soldiers lived here. **insert french soldier joke here**
Notre Dame
Carol in front of the mini Statue of Liberty
Château de Versailles Big big big big house. I think they just had the Live8 show here.
Château de Versailles: The Hall of Mirrors (under renovation) Mirrors used to be ridiculously expensive, thus a hall of mirrors was a mind boggling extravagance.
Jardins Château de Versailles
Inside the leg of the Eiffel Tower
The Golden Horde
Sunday, July 3, 2005 • Posted by jcb
the happy couple
another happy couple!
We had a nice NYC Russian wedding on our hands. Then the vodka started to flow.
who needs the damn chair!??
uhhhh, If memory serves….. nope it doesn’t.
Philly grillin’
Sunday, July 3, 2005 • Posted by jcb
Chach and the city of brotherly love played host for a night as the U2 Vertigo tour rolled through Philadelphia May 14th. We slipped into our familiar frat boy roles almost too easily. Although Chach might have taken it a step to far when he stiffed me on the hotel room the following morning. Good times.
Gimmie Back The Wheel
Sunday, July 3, 2005 • Posted by jcb
Our sabbatical over, your editors are eager to return to duty on the front lines of felonious fun. After six weeks on the run, we will shortly present a series of photo-essays for those enquiring minds looking to peruse some of our first world mischief. So without further adieu…
ignominious return to NYC. June 3rd, 2005.
Coming back to life
Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else’s words
dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun
Winter sunset in Buzios last week.
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I was a fighter, I could turn on a thread. Now I stand accused of the things I've said.