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January 2013 update.
In spite of downward trends, few here in Brazil realize that in
North America, Europe and Japan, the game is winding up.The same system
that caused this never-ending 'crisis' is doubling-down here.
TV is frantically feeding an endless stream of American, French
and Japanese car ads, for the first time ever. Hey cars have made
everyone everywhere else debt slaves and created ecological mayhem
worldwide, so why not have more of the same here! For years it
was bus and train and metro and taxis and easy credit was mostly
aimed at homes and home appliances. Before that it had been mostly
beer ads and sexy nearly-naked dancing around some cheap product
and a push for tourism inside Brazil, but now it's all about private
cars. If you watch TV understanding the manipulation and intent
it's all very perverse. On the other hand it's easy to enjoy TVviewing
since it's always free language lessons coupled with a head massage.
Hakuna Matata! Why worry! As long as women feel loved and men
have hard dicks, right?
If you click the links, you'll find the galleries, the bio, the
journal are now back on-line. Some guys whose opinion is to be respected,
think it's good to keep a 'presence'. Hope they're right. Better
to be on deck when the ship goes down, ha! Tranquillo.
Those of you who've followed my art, know that for awhile now
I've been focusing on other stuff, tightening down the hatches,
and keeping an eye on the charts to see just how and where my
little boat should go.
Some say damn the torpedos, full steam ahead. But that sometimes
gets things out of balance. Once on a little stage in Copenhagen
Ulf and I were dancing a nude pas de deux doing our best to upstage
an aging transvestite crooning "If He Walked into my Life" from
Mame when she suddenly stopped cold (for dramatic effect) and
then screamed at the new stage manager to "get the light off those
bitches and back on me!". It seems at times one's presence on
the stage of life can be wasted when the psychos demand attention.
I figure them to keep the show going until my next entrance. With
a little luck and new numbers, the stage might one day once more
welcome me home. But now, for awhile, I'm waiting in the wings,
making myself more unavailable to 'strangers passing by with their
eyes' (e.e.cummngs).
It could be that our mission is being, accomplished whatever
the delay or detour. Anyway, with a sense of humor and/or sarcastic
wit, there's plenty to keep one laughing while trying to figure
out the best moves to make. Hakuna Matata. Don't Worry, Be Happy.
Please feel free to contact me. I'm still painting, feel great,
enjoying life and have much to share.
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