Olha Do, eu escrevi um texto gigante para o seu aniversário. Mas lendo e relendo, eu vi que tudo o que eu disse não conseguia expressar o sentimento de fato. O que acontece é que eu amo vc, e que hoje vc é indispensável na minha vida. Depois de tantos anos juntos (ok, não são 50 anos, mas já é mto tempo) eu percebo que eu já não conseguiria acordar e pensar em n te ligar, ou pelo menos, pensar 'que bela folga, enqt eu acordo a essa hora pra enfrentar o busão cheio, ele tá dormindo!' hahah.... nós dois moramos no fim do mundo, e dentre tantos lugares onde eu poderia encontrar alguém pra mim, eu tinha que ir na galeria e te encontrar lá. E ainda bem. E ainda bem que as coisas aconteceram do jeito que aconteceram. Te amo, feliz aniversário, duas vezes, e vc sabe pq =P
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Paciência - no sentido positivo da coisa - e Juliana, nunca estarão na mesma frase. Simplesmente pelo fato que eu possuo quase ou nada dela! Pré-conceitos errôneos por várias coisas da vida, todos nós temos. Hipócrita é aquele que vem a mim e diz que não tem nenhum pré-conceito negativo, sobre nada e nem ninguém. Já vi mta história de brasileiro 'skinhead' batendo e matando nordestinos, gays e afins. Quero só saber, quem desse Brasil, não é mistura. Prova aqui pra tia Ju, que vc nasceu aqui e é de uma familia puramente paulista, prova! Eu sou filha de baianos, neta de africano e não faço idéia da porcentagem - que é grande - dos meus amigos bi ou homossexuais.
Sábado, estávamos eu e o Do, indo pro metrô, qnd na escada rolante subindo, tinha um casal de homossexuais, logo a nossa frente, descendo, tinha um homem que não parava de olhar pro casal. Quando a escada terminou, ele me solta 'onde esse mundo vai parar? que coisa ridicula! te contar viu?'. Eu sinceramente não sei vcs, mas se eu faço escandalo por lugar reservado no busão, por isso eu tb ía fazer! Eu odeio gente homofóbica, respeite a opção sexual de cada pessoa, ninguém paga a conta do casal, pra que se meter? Que eles deem seus *cus* ou o que quiserem pra puta que pariu. Ninguém tem o direito de tomar conta da vida do outro. E outra né? É ser mto MACHO, esperar eles saírem de vista pra falar o que 'pensa', pq não diz na cara?? Medinho de ser acusado de preconceito?? E que porra é essa? Aí qnd eu falo que devia morrer tudo essa porra, ficam ofendidos. É guri metido a boyzinho fazendo piadinha machista dentro do ônibus (quando a sua quase totalidade é feminina), é um outro bonitinho que toma sua lata de refri e a joga pela janela, é a mocinha que não se levanta pra sra ou para a grávida sentar no ônibus e por aí vai.
Baum, coleçãozinha do Ramm quaaaaaase completa, falta só o Live aus Berlim, cd e o dvd e o Lichtspielhaus =) O cd novo tá legal. A última faixa, Roter Sand é chata bagarai, mas o restante do cd é FODA!! A letra de Waidmanns Heil gruda na cabeça, e vc fica no 'waidmanns manns manns manns heil!' um tempo, Till Lindemann cantando frânces na Frühling Paris é uma graça. A manjada Pussy dispensa comentários, é letra de pancadão, mas é engraçada... =P (lógico, pq qnd é banda que a gente gosta, fica 'engraçada', se fosse do Bonde do Tigrão**, era 'idiota' hahaha). Sim, meus amores, peguei meu cd duplo, digipack, lindo de morré do Rammstein, o Liebe ist für alle da. Em homenagem, botei a foto dos bonitos alí em cima. Espero que Till, Ricardão, Lorenz e cia resolvam vir pro Brasil dessa vez. Apesar de que eu fui olhar e até junho do ano que vem só tem país das Zoropa na tour. Cansada de morar aqui nos cafundó e ser excluída dos shows bons.
Bom, anyway, apesar de tar no meu pc de novo, vou me resumir a essas poucas palavras pq o barato tá COMPLICADO hoje. Estou batendo todos os meus owns personals privates records em digitar errado, nem istéfâni, nem rebeka íam conseguir tanto. E aproveitando que o povo tá atacado hoje, tão me zuando a lot. Depois do passo-a-passo pra aprender a por trema no u, da sopa de letrinhas da Ji, da Foa querendo se escrever na 'bagaça', do WP [mode on], dos velhinhos de 250 anos e dos modesticos nomes estampados... aff.. morri! hahaha
(**Bonde do Tigrão pq eu to por fora e não conheço atuais grupos de Funk)
I know you heard from Nola Darling. My first run in was of course on myspace music. I love this video it sounds like it jumped through a time machine from the 90's.
I was in the Youtube world the other day & started watching internet star "Lil' Loca's" video channel and she is so funny. I couldnt believe that it's actually a character from actor Stevie Ryan. She does a great job on keeping that fourth wall up and separating her personal life and work from the life of her characters. Which in return makes them seem real... I guess that's why she got away with keeping it a secret for so long!
How amazing is this Minnie mouse shoot. All of a sudden minnie & mickey have been popping up everywhere, there hard to miss and hard to not love every morsel.
Check out a sneak peek to the Barbies World photo shoot featuring Nicki Minaj. Some say they don't like her music, but hell I enjoy her music. Plus she's good to look at haha.
01 - Steve Angello - Monday (Original Mix) 02 - Steve Angello - Alpha Baguera 03 - Steve Angello and AN21 - Valodja (Original Mix) 04 - Steve Angello - Tivoli 05 - Myke Smith and Paul Thomas - Waterfall (Kim Fai remix) 06 - Dirty South and S Ingrosso and D G - How Soon Is Now 07 - Kim Fai - Good Life (Original Mix) 08 - Steve Angello and AN21 - Flonko (Version 1) 09 - Sebastian Ingrosso - Kidsos (Original Mix) 10 - ATFC - I Called U (Atfc's Heated Conversation)
Fui na expo na Oca, no Ibirapuera, ver O Peq Principe. Tava lindo! Mto fofo, além de mta coisa do livro, tinha mta coisa do Zé Perry, vulgo Saint Exupéry. Eu adorei, tiramos mtas fotos e qnd eu tiver elas em mãos, mostrarei à vcs.
Segundo: eu sou baba ovo dos meus amigos SIM. Só eles tem tanta paciencia comigo, e só eles pra me fazer ver as coisas com clareza, pensar mais calmamente e me fazer rir tanto. Só alguém que sonha que comeu pão com mortadela com os caras do U2 pra cantar Kelly Key e sertanejo comigo, só alguém que me conhece há tantos anos, e tão bem, pra me ajudar e me dar conselhos, só o polvo do CST pra me fazer rir a beça, com os motivos e assuntos mais esdruxulos do mundo. (esdruxulo? oi?)
Terceiro: Do, te amo.
Hoje eu vou mandar um beijãozão enorme pra uma pessoa que tem andado meio brava comigo sabe, DONA JEANNE? Lhi amo morena linda do meu coer. E um beijãozão enorme tb pra todos aqueles que sempre estão do meu lado, e que eu amo tanto!
I left Whitehorse on August 1st, a Saturday morning. I had been in Whitehorse for a week, and while it had been an overall enjoyable week, it had put me a good deal behind schedule. I had my ticket to Burning Man which started on September 1st, and I still wanted to make it to Death Valley and the Grand Canon before then. I had a lot of miles I needed to cover in between now and then: At least 8,000, by my best guess.
With that in mind, I headed south, back down the Alcan. It was clear, warm, with just a breeze and no traffic to speak of to interrupt the ride.
Only about 60 miles south (actually more east, but whatever) of Whitehorse, I started to see signs of why the road had been closed the previous day. Forest fires, off in the distance for now, but in the direction I needed to go.
This is what driving through that smoke looks like:
Very pleasant.
Midway through the day I stopped at a gas station/motel/restaurant type thing for munchies. It was your typical burgers 'n stuff place, but one of the menu options was some sort of bacon double cheeseburger thing. Well, I never wanted to live past the age of 40 anyway, so I took a gamble on it.
Holy dog balls, they weren't kidding when they called it a double.
How the fuck was I supposed to eat this thing!?
Seriously? I think I had to dislocate my jaw to get around it. I wish I could remember where I'd gotten this, but I neglected to take a picture or jot down any notes about the place. I did take advantage of their wi-fi to update my iPod of various podcasts though.
While I was trying to figure out a way to shove this burger into my face, I ended up chatting for a while with this guy, who was on his way up to Prudhoe. He had seen my bike sitting outside, the only muddy cruiser in a sea of dual-sports, and figured that someone in the building must be as crazy as he was, to try and take a cruiser all sorts of places where it shouldn't go.
We talked for a while about the road, what it was like and what he should expect on a cruiser-style bike with fairly smooth street tires. I advised him just to take it easy and slow, and while he might be cold and wet for a lot of it, he'd make it there alright as long as he didn't try and maintain 70mph the whole way. I know that we'd exchanged contact info, but as I look through the notes I took on the trip, I can't seem to find his. I hope he made it there and back alright.
With a belly full of food, I kept on heading south (or east, at this point) down the Alcan, finally making it to the Junction of Highway 37, where I went south into British Columbia.
When you're heading north, once you've left the line-of-toothpaste of civilization that's mushed against the US border in Canada, there's two main ways to get up to the Yukon and Alaska. There's the well-known road, the Alcan, which is pretty dull until you get all the way up to Fort Nelson. But if you're adventurous, or just seeking to spend an extra day or two on the journey, there's a far better way to get from the North to the South
While the Alcan mostly stays to the east of the Canadian Rockies until it's almost in the Yukon before darting west, the Cassiar highway runs right down the middle of them through British Columbia.
And after riding this, I can't fathom any reason why someone would take the Alcan when this road is an option. It's FAR more remote, much less developed, and while the Alcan did have it's pretty bits (especially by Muncho Lake), the Cassiar is 500 miles of this.
Sure, it's not nearly as civilized as the Alcan, and there's much longer stretches in between towns and gas stations. The northern 50 miles or so alternate regularly between pavement and pretty decent dirt/gravel, and when it is paved, there's no lane markings or anything.
To put it mildly, there were mountains.
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I was getting south in a hurry, and was getting surprised by this whole "sun setting before 11pm" thing. I was running on the reserve on the bike's main tank, but I still had both spare tanks full, so I figured I had plenty of range to find gas the next day. And it was late enough that if I did find a gas station, it would probably be closed. I decided to call it a day, and turned down an almost comically steep gravel road that seemed to head off in the direction of a lake.
Pictures can't convey how steep it really was, or how scary. It was VERY loose and most of the gravel was the size of fists, making traction a precarious affair. Looking back up the hill from the bottom, although it got steeper after it curves into the trees;
I was right, this road did end right at a lake. And what a place to set up camp, I thought as I walk back from the bike to take this photo.
I walked back to the bike to start pitching my tent and
Wait, what the fuck happened to my gas cans?
Aw shit
I guess this had happened quite a ways back and I'd not noticed, the tire had worn clear through one of the tanks. The second tank, thankfully, was undamaged and still full of fuel. Although now I realized I had perhaps 80 miles worth of gas left, when previously I'd assumed at least 150. Crap.
Now while it looks like this was an idyllic camping spot . . . what I didn't bother taking a photo of made it not so. To the left of the frame in the photo of the lake, there was another higher clearing that had a few pickup trucks and cars parked in it, and a bunch of people my age milling about and messing around in the water. While I was setting up, I was assuming they'd be leaving as it got dark and they'd leave me to my peace and quiet.
Boy, I was wrong. The bad techno music started at 11pm and didn't stop until 6am. And at one point, some (very drunk) guys managed to stumble over to my tent and make an offer of beer, and then hollered "NICE BIKE" as they shuffled away back to the party. I was pretty pissy about it at the time, but . . . I mean, they were there first. And if they're going to have a drunken loud all night party, the middle of nowhere is a pretty good bet. If I'd know they were going to be there all night I would have picked somewhere else, though.
*sigh* I'm old. YOU KIDS TURN THAT MUSIC DOWN. AND GET OFF MY LAWN.
Anyway, the next day I was so sure that I was going to loose it on my way back up that hill that I made sure I had the camera rolling. Luckily I didn't fall over, and made it up without problems, although once (you'll see in the short vid) I did have a pucker moment as the rear wheel stepped out on a patch of very loose rocks.
(It's not actually that interesting of a video, just me riding over a rough gravel road)
Even though I wasn't very well rested at all (And I'd have gotten away with it if it weren't for you meddling kids!), I kept on going south on the Cassiar. And found horses!
And after the horses, there was more of what British Columbia has in droves; more mountains.
I know that many people reading through this are pretty damn sick of seemingly endless pictures of a road winding through endless mountains. But I'm pretty sure that anyone who's done long-distance bike touring isn't.
I'm quite sure that as they're reading this, anyone who's been on a long ride before, hell ANYONE who's ever ridden a motorcycle before, is picturing themselves, on the bikes of their choice, on these roads.
They know exactly what it feels like, exactly what it SMELLS like.
They know what the barely perceptible drop in air temperature as you go past a lake is like. They've felt the thermal-clines as you go up hills and down into valleys.
And I know that anyone who's been on a bike before is probably staring at these photos and mentally planning their next big trip. Or even their first big trip.
And hopefully, those of you who've never ridden before are looking through these and thinking about what your first bike is going to be. Because we have places on our world that look like this, and seeing them through a windshield with walls of metal around you can't ever do them justice.
Sure, you can stop and get out of cars here and there, but you're forced to on a bike. You can't eat on the movie, so you're forced to pull over at places like this for lunch.
A bike FORCES you to interact with your environment, to be part of it, to really experience it (Unless you're on a Goldwing, but that's cheating). This place had some of the clearest water I've ever seen outside of Antarctica, and I wouldn't have found it if I was able to carry enough water with me that I didn't have to get more from this lake to boil for lunch.
And this has to be one of my favorite photos of this whole part of the trip:
I got something juicy in my inbox I wanted to share with you guys.
"... Second, I've got a 3 installment mixtape coming up - over all Beyonce instrumentals. #1: Bey Knows Best. #2: The Bey Side, #3: Bey-Tox. As a little token of my appreciation, I'm giving you a preview of one of the songs from Bey Knows Best called Flaws. I hope you enjoy it.Also, be on the lookout for the launch of BeyKnowsBest.com, where you'll be able to find all things related to the project from film footage to reviews to bonus tracks. -With L.O.V.E., 6S"
