What a ridiculous month, the one that just ended. But somehow after many, many long nights, I made it to May and things just may be looking up ( Read more... )

I don’t know how I’m surviving this week but almost everything is going about twice as well as I was expecting so I hope things keep up. Last week at this time I didn’t even have the words I needed, or a working understanding of the computer program I was using, let alone a usable experiment. Now, I have data from 40 subjects (twice as many as I ( Read more... )

RDK says quantitative research is like launching a rocket. You have to spend a lot of time and effort on the preparations but when it’s ready to take off you just launch it and go and hope everything was put together right. I’ve spent much of the semester wondering how the hell to build a rocket without an instruction manual. Wondering where we ( Read more... )

Workshops the past three days with Contra-Mestre Maxuel, who was Roberto’s teacher for eight years. I don’t know why I thought I would get anything else done this weekend... But not a bad way to finish off spring break, if finish it you must. Don’t worry, I don’t feel the need to write the great American novel about Maxuel. He was pretty cool, and ( Read more... )

In November, when I came back from our cousin school, Capoeira Gerais’s batizado in Boston, the Serbian kid in my French class asked me how my weekend had been. I told him it was good, and than I had gone “u Bostonu.” Since Boston was a destination and not a location in that sentence, I should have used the accusative case “u Boston” (to Boston) ( Read more... )

Until recently, it’d had been about six years since I’d played a musical instrument and I’d completely forgotten how much I love to play music. Or, who knows, maybe I never did really love it. But I do now ( Read more... )

If you’ll recall, back in September I posted two of my childhood poems, including one entitled ( Two little parets. )

The verdict ( Read more... )

I know better than to judge from first impressions and I know it is pointless to have the why-Peninha-is-better-than-[insert-anyone-and-everyone-here] conversation again (though it came up several times in the two hours that Stephanie and I spent talking in her driveway when I dropped her off), but so far Passarinho is a bit ( disappointing... )

When I don’t have to think about my capstone or my incomplete (I did have to think about my capstone today to meet with my adviser and now I’m trying desperately to forget about it again), life is pretty good here. When I do have to think about them... well, let’s not, okay ( Read more... )