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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Jim Carey enjoying the view in rio de janeiro … everybody...

Fernando e Sorocaba

Luís Fabiano, United States v Brazil, Confederations Cup final, 28 June 2009

Feijoada, Brazil’s National Dish

Day 08, Sao Paulo, Brazil

After getting off the plane from Rio back to Sao Paulo, my cousins brought me to Fidel, a delicious feijoada buffet restaurant. And let me tell you, this dish definitely deserves to be Brazil’s national dish and a meal to savor for the rest of the day. Originated from the days of slavery, feijoada was concocted by the brilliant cooks of wealthy plantation owners. African cuisine combined with Portuguese sausage linguica and Indian farofa (toasted manioc flour) created a heavy bean stew to give the workers enough energy. They would slaughter the pig and slice every part into one big pot with beans inside over a fire. Afterwards, they would fish out the most “delicious” parts for the plantation owners, accompanied with rice. The cooks, servants, and slaves would eat the other parts of the pig… the ears, the tongue, the tail, the nose, the hooves… you name it! To my surprise, these are the parts that make the feijoada soup the most rich and flavorful soup that I have ever had. This dish has forever changed my distaste for beans. This dish is definitely one to try when you visit Brazil.

At Fidel, the slaughtered pig was neatly organized by part in each pot. I normally am not a big fan of pork, but dried pork is definitely delicious in Brazil. They really understand how to salt and prepare their meats before cooking them. I believe that feijoada has the power to turn a vegetarian into a carnivore. YES, it is that good. The consistency of the soup is everything that you want. It’s thick and rich, without being creamy. My mouth is watering as I recall the taste in my mouth for the first time. I only wish that meat was prepared the same way in the U.S. My conclusion after having feijoada is: don’t underestimate the taste of the “unappealing,” you may truly be missing out on the best meal of your life.

Fidel

Avenida São Guálter, 921
Sao Paulo, 05455-001, Brazil
(0xx)11 2145-8453

Bus: Av. S. Gualter, 971

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Belo Horizonte Brazil:

Going to Brazil on a missions trip. Spreading the gospel takes money, and we as a team, are believing God for $6,000 to be able to do so. Interested in sewing? The website is the link above. My name is Ymani Cross, if you would like to donate towards me, but otherwise my team will appreciate anything! Every dollar counts. Thank you and blessings in advance.

-Ymani H. Cross

found by:
Antonio Coimbra
from
Aracatuba
Sao Paulo
Brazil

found:
Fruital
Minas Gerais
Aracatuba
Brazil
1967

text on photo:
“JOSE DA SILVA LEITAO, SON AND DAUGHTER
PHOTO TAKEN IN 1927

Worst congested cities:

Via

Jim Carey enjoying the view in rio de janeiro … everybody else enjoying the presence of Jim Carey :)

Friday, June 24, 2011

Gorgeous! “Seis bilhões de Outros”, by Yann...

it might just be me but…after a prolonged obsession with looking at tattoos, ive come to the conclusion that tattoos from overseas are just so much more beautiful. Especially Brazilian tattoos.

savor the moment

São Paulo’s lively Japanese neighborhood, home to the largest population outside Japan itself. Some say Liberdade is more Japanese than Tokyo, which, they claim, has become excessively westernized.

Insight Guide: Brazil, 2000.

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Quadrinho feito pela dupla do QuadrinhosRasos Eduardo e Luís Felipe, ótima descoberta do dia.

Cintia Dicker, brazilian model.

The water lily has enormous, circular leaves that can be up to two metres (6 1/2 feet) across.

Insight Guide: Brazil, 2000.

Rio

Gorgeous! “Seis bilhões de Outros”, by Yann Arthus-Bertrand, MASP, São Paulo.

Monday, June 20, 2011

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This pic isn’t mine!

Jack Johnson in Nannai Beach Resort, in Porto de Galinhas

Lucas Malvacini

, Jack Johnson and the atlets of project Rocinha Surf School.

I was born in Sao Paulo, Brazil. Trying to find a picture that does this city justice is a very tough feat. My girlfriend always jokes around about my “foreign-ness” and asks silly things like “Do they have these in the middle of the forest, where you’re from?” In a way, I am from a forest. A huge forest that is more populated than the state of Florida by itself (18 million inhabitants).

About 90% of my family was either born or raised there and still live there up to date (aside from my dad’s dad that was born in Portugal and migrated over when he was about 12). That city, although I only lived there for my first 3 years of my life, means a great deal to me. Whenever I visit, it’s always a nice reminder of my roots, and the reminder that even though I have moved around a lot in my life, I still consider that to be my hometown. Would I ever live there again? Hell no. But I will graciously visit and pay respect to that Iron Giant.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

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Live @ Carioca Club, Brazil - 12/06/11.

SEMINÁRIO DESIGN DE RESULTADOS: 28 de junho de 2011, em São Paulo, das 14:00 às 18:00. Na...

Richard House, a journalist who covered Brazil for the Washington Post and The Economist in the 80s and 90s, has a post at his blog on his concerns about the sustainability of Brazil’s economic growth:

On political stories, every foreign correspondent learns to interview his taxi driver when leaving the airport – then discount 50% of the pessimism and rightwing bias. For economic pieces, the rule is that if the same cabbie makes more than four airport trips a day, the local economy’s overheating; two or less and it’s tanked.
The last airport cab I took in São Paulo (fare R$ 110) left me flummoxed.
Passenger: “How many airport trips today, compadre?”
Driver: “Well, I would have made six or eight, but I got stuck for four hours in traffic so it’s just you. All this consumer credit has put a million new cars on the road just this quarter. Because of the traffic jams I can’t get enough rides to pay off my auto financing plan.”
The late-model air conditioned cab had leather seats and upfront looked like theChallenger cockpit. The driver’s dash had a GPS, two handsfree cellphones, PDF digital link to his office, an onboard TV – and in the back seat there was a 3G tablet for me to browse the web in heavy traffic. The guy told me he needed to earn R$ 500 (US$320) a day just to stay on the road. The cab license plate now costs over R$100,000 ($63,400). Still below New York City medallion rates but closing fast.
Pity my Paulista cabbie: Pity the urban über-middle classes too. The cost of their fixed service infrastructure of security guards, apartment concierges, drivers, cleaners, cooks, car park attendants – and above all nannies – is spiralling upwards to make life in São Paulo costlier than New York.

untitled by moshi moshi jonas on Flickr.

Ordem e Progresso by Lu.Siqueira on Flickr.

Going up the Serra Pelada mine

Brazil, 1986

Sebastiao Salgado

I picked up Ann Patchett’s newest book, State of Wonder, this weekend after someone tipped me off to an interview Patchett gave on NPR last week about her new Amazon book. State… tells the story of a middle-aged pharmaceutical scientist who leaves the comfort of Minnesota for a Heart of Darkness-style adventure deep into Brazil to retrieve her awol mentor.

A post this morning at The Millions picks up on an interesting literary theme that I’ve noticed in true life, in non-fiction books like The Lost City of Z:

History and art provide some useful examples of how things turn out when the white folks rush headlong into the wilderness, brimming with ambition and delusion, and Patchett slyly pays her dues. “Dr. Singh, I presume,” Marina is greeted when she arrives at the upriver research station. Fitzcarraldo, Werner Herzog’s 1982 film about dragging a steamship over a small Peruvian mountain, makes an appearance, as does Lost Horizon, the 1933 novel that invented Shangri-La. Dr. Swenson has been living among the remote Lakashi tribe for more than a decade, unlocking the secret to their astounding fertility, which allows women to bear children into their seventies. “Their eggs aren’t aging, do you get that?” an excited researcher asks Singh. “This is the ovum in perpetuity, menstruation everlasting.” Now there’s an idea that only a male drug exec could love. And though the stakes—and potential profit margins—couldn’t be higher, we don’t feel the tension build until the human dramas begin to play out at the station.

It certainly seems like a great book featuring a good romp through a fascinating part of Brazil. I look forward to reading it.