The Soundtrack of My Life VII - Mahna Mahna by Mahna Mahna and the Snowths

Sesame Street is celebrating its 40th birthday this year. While it might have been originally designed for pre scholar students, I have to admit that I keep watching it until well past that age. And, as you know, my chronicle incapability to tell left from right is not my fault at all. I missed the show where they explained it, and somehow never catch up with the contents.

One thing leading to the other, it came to my mind that one of the very first albums I ever owned was The Muppet Show (1997). I listened to it until the grooves disappeared, and still keep it together with all my old records. The Mahna Mahna song was strategically placed after a heated row between Miss Piggy and Kermit (Kermit got smacked at the end, if I remember well). Once Mahna Mahna and the Snowths said their goodbyes, Gonzo came up to stage to try eating a rubber tire to the sound of The Flight of the Bumble Bee (What do they know about art?!).

Mahna Mahna was played on the very first show of The Muppet Show in 1977. It was originally titled Mah-Na Mah-Na, and written by composer Piero Umiliani for an Italian documentary about life in Sweden, titled Svezia, Inferno e Paradiso (Sweden, Heaven and Hell).

Please welcome Mahna Mahna and the Snowths! Whatever that means.....

The Soundtrack of My Life VI -Connected by the Stereo MCs

When I finished my undergraduate studies in 1992, I got back to Lisbon for a while, trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life and looking for the funds that would hopefully get me back to Madrid. In the meanwhile, mainly to avoid starvation, I landed at a substitute teacher position. As all beginnings, life certainly looked and full of decisions and crucial steps. Yet, it was effortless and easy enough to allow me to relax and enjoy myself. Something that was welcomed after all the stress getting my degree finished in a relatively good shape.

And, by those very days, Lisbon was boosting with all new bars and clubs. Every place looked cool and sophisticated and the city was proud to host a club that was considered to be the best one in the world - the Kremlin. Yet, those days most roads would end or start at Fragil.

Fragil, who opened its doors in 1983 in Bairro Alto, was one of the Lisbon's first clubs. In reality,it was more like a bar with small dance floor, and a very mixed crowd. Its two doorwomen were legendary. One eventually became a singer of relative success, and the other one ended up to be a public figure and lead and AIDS support organization. About 10 years ago, Fragil's owners moved the club to a much bigger space close to there river, called LuxFragil. For oner reason or the other, have never been to Lux. If you go to Lisbon, you will still be able to find Fragil, but it is a million years away of what its original splendor and glory. I was there once, but certainly will not go back. Sequels were never good ideas...

I used to be a Fragil's regular. I cannot remember the first time I was allowed in to have a gin and tonic. I vividly remember being was allowed in without a question during my freshman year in University, much to the newbies envy.There are even reports me huffing puffing over people who suddenly remember they were my friends once they saw me jumping over the line. And, once I got back to Lisbon for my gap year, I probably distilled in there a good part of teacher salary. So many happy hours of trendy music and casual (or not so casual) conversation! For whatever reason, no song like Connected by the Stereo MCs makes me travel back to that space.

Stereo MC's - Connected
par ptidavid

Taylor's drawer II - Cheese or font?

Just found out an ideal time waster for rainy Sunday afternoon: Cheese or font? This game tests your knowledge of fine cheeses and fonts. You are given a name, and you have to decide whether it is a font or a cheese. It is not so easy as it might seem...

Oddly enough, the same website offers a link to Monotask, a simple attention management program. Still in preparation, this program will allow you to lock down internet, and create create productive blocks of time to work on the stuff that is valuable to you.

Of olive oil drips, a naive kid and an almost perfect object

The world of olive oil bottles is divided in two - the ones that drip and have their outside walls covered with a sticky and oily film, and the beautiful and almost perfect Marquina bottles.

Spanish architect Rafael Marquina knows only too well how badly designed the olive oil bottles can be. When he was a kid, his mother used to ask him to pass her the olive oil (¡pásame el aceite, niño!). Rafael would invariably pick the bottle by its handle, oblivious that it was resting on a dish that protected the table from oily stains. The dish would invariably stick to the bottle, and it would invariably fly until it ended up crashed on the floor much much to the despair of his infuriated mother. Just imagine: she would give me one slap for every dish, and every day she would ask me to pass the olive oil - said recently Rafael Marquina in an interview.

Probably still suffering from an aching cheek, in 1961 Rafael Marquina created a bottle that would forever end with the drip and tray problems. These glass bottles feature a flared neck that prevent prevent dr

ips from running down the outside. The neck acts as funnel that forces the drips inside the bottle, and the ground glass of the opening and stopper keeps them firmly together. The large bottom provides enough stability, avoiding the bottle to tip over. The stopper is easily extractible and has a small ope

ning that allows you to control the quantity of liquid you want to use.

The Marquina bottles suspiciously look like an Erlenmeyer, a glass flask that is widely used in every lab. They share the same large flat base, the conical body, and the cylindrical neck, and they both were designed to solve the similar challenges. But, the inspiration seems to have come from the work the of the Finish designer Tapio Wirkkala for Arabia.

Rafael Marquina claims that these bottles are far from perfect. The grind glass of the opening and stopper have to be hand made, making it unsuitable for industrial production. And this according to the arch

itect, is not in agreement with two of the most important premisses of design: low pr

ice and economy of procedures. Regardless, this

iconic object have become a symbol of Spanish design and possibly its most copied object

Image taken from the book 'Cocos, copias y coincidencias' (Editorial Electa)

The Soundtrack of My Life V -Your love is the place where I come from by The Teenage Fan Club

Truth to be said, before making its way to my iPod, this song was actually in someone else's soundtrack. I discovered it in Nick Hornby's 31 songs a while back, and rescued it from oblivion a few days ago while dusting my CD collection. Before I forgot it again, here it goes.

It is just great, isn't it?

Partly Cloudy

Everybody knows that storks deliver babies, but.... where do the storks get their babies from?

Thank you, MJP!

The Soundtrack of My Life IV - Dusk by the The

I bought Dusk a bit by accident in 1993. I just bumped into it during a shopping spree, without even knowing the The had a new CD, and put it on my cart without too much thought. The CD had been released earlier that year, and I remembered the The as a sort of band that always had been close to my heart and had great songs. After only a couple of hearings, Dusk became one of my favorite CDs ever - one of those that found room in the shelfs of 15 flats in 3 different countries. It is flagged with a VV, initials for the Portuguese Vai e Volta. Meaning, it is outbound and inbound. When I borrow it, I demand to have it back... Needless is to say that it has always found its way back home.

The the was founded in 1979 by Matt Johnson, who has been the only constant member of the band. Matt Johnson takes his time to create his master pieces. In 30 years, the The released 6 albums: Soul Mining (1983), Infected (1986, Mind Bomb (1989), Dusk (1993), Hanky Panky (1995) and their last one NakedSelf (2000). But, all of them were worthwhile the waiting. A seventh album was announced as forthcoming in May 2007 (The End Of The Day). As yet, it is still unreleased.

Choosing just one song from Dusk is not an easy task. It is one of this albums that is more than the sum of its songs. I was not able to find any video produced for my favorite song in Dusk: Bluer than Midnight . But, I can offer Dogs of Lust and an anedoct about the shooting of this video. Matt Johnson, being the perfectionist that he is, was not totally happy with the results of the shooting. There was not enough tension, he argued. At his request, the studio temperature was set to a most unbritish 38oC and the video shot again. Matt Johnson was right - you can almost feel the heat and lust when you watch the video:

the the - Dogs of lust
par nico2oo6

And, a bonus song: Uncertain Smile, played live during the 1993 Reading Festival. This song was released in 1983, as a single of the Soul Mining record. It seems it was just yesterday....

The Soundtrack of my life III- Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye

Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye is a 1944 song written by Cole Porter. It became a jazz standard and was recorded by several artists such as Ella Fitzgerald , Dinah Washington, John Coltrane, Nina Simone, Sarah Vaughan, Ray Charles, Carly Simon, Rod Stewart, Robbie Williams, Chet Baker, Eden Brent, and Diana Krall.

It became part of my personal soundtrack a couple of times. The first, around 86, as sung by Mick Hucknall and Simply Red. I recorded it on a long lost cassette next to Kate Bush & Peter Gabriel's Don't Give Up. It was only a pretty song when I did it, but after a few months time, it proved to be almost prophetic.

And, for a second time in my life, I put it on my walkman in 1990 as a part of the first project of Red Hot organization, called Blue. The Red Hot + Blue CD was arguable the first AIDS charity, and featured several early 90s artists reinterpreting Cole Porter songs. Annie Lennox did the honors for Ev'ry Time We Say Goodbye. No broken hearts to report on this occasion, though.

The soundtrack of my life II - The New Romantics

Without going into to much detail, I used to be a fan. A huge fan. The New Romantics emerged in the UK music scene in the early eighties, as an alternative to the punk movement. As they would say in Spain, para muestra, un boton (which more or less translates as the proof is in the pudding):

Duran Duran were originally from from Birmingham (UK). They were one of the most successful band of the eighties bands and a leading band in MTV. They group was started off by Nick Rhodes, John Taylor and Stephen Duffy, with the latter addition of Roger Taylor, Andy Taylor, and Simon Le Bon. (None of the Taylors are related.) They has never disbanded, but the line-up has changed to several times. They have release 13 albums: Duran Duran (1981), Rio (1982), Seven and the Ragged Tiger (1983), Arena (1984) Notorious (1986), Big Thing (1988), Liberty (1990), Duran Duran (The Wedding Album) (1993), Thank You (1995), Medazzaland (1997), Pop Trash (2000), Astronaut (2004) and Red Carpet Massacre (2007. Duran Duran was also my first concert ever, in the old Pavilhao Dramatico de Cascais.

Save a Prayer is a song from Rio, released as a single in 1983:

Spandau Ballet are a British band who formed in London in the late seventies. They were one of the most successful bands of the eighties. The band split not in very good terms during the in 1990, but announced their reunion in March of 2009, complete with a tour that begins in October of 2009. They have released 5 albums: Journeys to Glory (1981), Diamond (1982), True (1983), Parade (1984), Through the Barricades (1986) and Heart Like a Sky (1989). Their song travelled through time a bit better, but still sound a bit too eighties... One of the best songs of the decade: True, released in 1983:

Classix Noveaux never survived 1984, and probably they were only popular in Portugal (and Poland). They released only 3 records: Night People (1981), La Verite (1982) and Secret (1983). This song is called Never Again, and it was released in 1981:

How to convert a 10 favorite songs CD into a convoluted exercise- The soundtrack of my life I - Golden Brown

One thing you get used to when living in Zurich is farewell parties. For one reason or the other, people come and go all the time. But, not all farewell parties are born the same... A few months back, a dear friend threw a memorable see you all soon party, that was not exactly the usual Swiss apero. Together with the invitation, there was a request: bring along a CD with your favorite songs. "Only 10?" I replied in shock and horror. "Yes, only 10. Whatever you like, but only 10".

How could I possibly decide on just 10 songs? Should I pull eighties songs to remind myself how happy and gay these times were? Or, chose whatever two songs for decade, for experience sake? Maybe delegate on Itunes the decision and burn a CD with the 10 more played songs? I couldn't help remember another of these exercises, done sometime during the late 90ies. But, we sort of cheated a little, and instead of a 10 favorite songs lists, we ended up with several lists, ranging from songs we like for sentimental reasons, to feel good songs, passing to pub and clubsongs and memories of vacations categories. Much to my dismay, the lists seems have been lost in time and cyberspace... And, anyway, this poetic license would be stretching it too much.

After a few weeks struggling with several ideas and lists, it soon became clear that it was com-ple-te-ly-im-po-ssi-ble to create a 10 favorite songs list. I cowardly showed up at the party with a _gasp_ Best of the 80's compilation and a big smile. It was not the spirit of the thing, but it was the best I could do under the circumstances... At least, it was a directionally correct effort - the compilation had a good part of the soundtrack of my life. Songs like Tears for Fears' Shout, The Cars' Drive or The Boomtown Rats' Tell Why I Don't Like Mondays, that I used to listen on the radio, and had always been there, but never owned.

In a way, I still owe my friend that CD. And in a totally different way, it would be probably better to keep these lists and songs at a safe place, before they are washed away. As the Chinese say, an used pencil lasts longer than a good memory.

In the very early eighties, I used to come back from school and listen to the Radio. TV was not open 24h a day, and even if it were, there would be only RTP1 and RTP2. Not much of a choice, really... But Radio, that was something else. There seemed to be unmissable programs going on, even if there were only an handful of FM stations. I mostly kept it tuned with Radio Comercial, one of the public radio stations (It was named Comercial because it had advertisements and sponsors, as opposed to the other stations, who had no ads at all). After lunch, I would listen to programs like TNT (All at the Top), the more mainstream program, or O Som da Frente (The Sounds of the Front), what we would call indie music, or Rock em Stock (Rock in Stock).

My soundtrack had songs like Foram Cardos, Foram Prosas (It Were Thistles, It Were Proses) by Manuela Moura Guedes, Amor (Love) by Herois do Mar, by Herois do Mar (Heroes of the Sea, that happens to be the opening lines of the Portuguese National Anthem), Planet Earth by Duran Duran, Just Can't Enough by Depeche Mode or Tainted Love by Softcell (in no particular order). Some of these songs traveled through time better than others, I have to add. But, if I had to choose one single song from these days, it would be The Strangler's Golden Brown:

Para mim o mundo bastava ser este cantinho (de calor)*

Sometimes, because we know someone for so long, we believe we everything about that person. But, the truth is that old friends still have something new to show and might just surprise you on a lazy Sunday morning.

The video is in Portuguese language. It is called filme agua (water film). Music is All I need by AIR.

*To me the world would be enough to be just this little corner (of warmth)

Takashi Murakami - Superflat First Love

First, Takashi Murakami and Louis Vuitton united efforts to revamp the old Monogram Canvas pattern. Six years after, they resume their collaboration to create Superflat First Love. This animation was released earlier this year as a download available for Japanese mobile phones only (you could take a look at the trailer, though). The full blown video is now on YouTube:

24h of worldwide commercial flights in less than 2min

I am a certified Frequent Traveller. At some point in my life, I spent more time in airports and plans than home, and most of my shopping came from free shops all over the world. My office was so close to the airport that I could tell the time of day by looking to the sky - if this is a Singapore Airlines flight followed by a Japan Airlines one, then it must be 13h45.

So, when a friend sent an animation with all scheduled civil flights over a 24h period boiled down to less than 2 min, I was in a bit of a shock. Statistically, every day 93 000 flights are starting from about 9 000 airports. At any given hour of the day, you can find between 8 000 and 13 000 airplanes in the air. A lot of things going on in the sky above us...

Note: This animation is a part of joint project between the Swiss Science Center and the Institute of Applied Information Technology InIT (Zurich University of Applied Sciences, Winterthur, Switzerland). It was produced to be shown on the high definition 3D-Globe Orbitarium in Technorama

Caipirinha

Last year, business trip oblige, I celebrated a big zero birthday in São Paulo (Brazil). The party, that finished a very late hour by all standards, included Swedish chants in a posh Sushi restaurant down town and an undisclosed number of capirinhas. Most night – for the best and the worst – remains in blurred foggy bits and pieces. All I can say is that the headache the day after was excruciating. Between aspirin and aspirin, I promised myself that my next big zero birthday would be celebrated in a bio-sophisticated healthy spa resort, with no short supply of chamomile, peppermint and green tea, spirogyra and açaí concoctions, and (maybe) some oat cookies with chocolate chips and carrot sticks.

I managed to keep away from caipirinha until two days ago.... a dear friend is leaving Zurich, and throw away a memorable See You Soon Party. Swedish chants were omitted from the celebrations, but several bottles of the finest cachaça didn't see the end of the party. As a result of sugar shortage, Malibulinha was created (replace all spirit by Malibu, which is sweet rum). Again, the same piercing headache the morning after, and the same vision health drinks and new age environments.

Caipirinha (pronounced kye-peer-EEN-ya) is a combination of muddled lime, sugar, and cachaça (pronounced ka-SHAH-sa), stirred or mixed and served over ice in a rocks glass. It is considered to be the national drink of Brazil.

For many years, it was a poor people drink, and it is believed that it was first consumed by slaves on the sugar cane plantations in the country's northeast in the mid-1500's. Its name is derived from the word caipira, which means hayseed or hick or rube, followed by the disminutive -inha, which means small or little. Literally, it means little hayseed or little hick or little rube. When referred to the drink, caipirinha is a feminine word.

Caipirinha's base, cachaça, is a clear spirit distilled directly from the juice of sugar cane. Cachaça is also known as aguardente (fire water), pinga (drop), caninha (little cane) or arrebenta-peito (chest smasher). Unlike popular belief, cachaça and rum are not the same thing: while most rum is made from molasses, a by-product of sugar production (from either sugar cane or sugar beets), cachaça is produced directly from cane juice. The fermentation agent is by tradition fubá (maize flour); the distillation unit is a copper pot still. The resulting beverage is either bottled or stored in wood barrels for aging.

Caipirinha is quite easy to do, though a certain attention to detail is required. You start with limes. Before cutting them, roll them on a board with the palm of your hand. That helps to release the juices. Then trim the ends, cut the limes into quarters lengthwise. Put four to six wedges into a heavy-bottomed glass and sprinkle them with a tablespoon of granulated sugar. Superfine sugar is better,because it will dissolves more rapidly. You can also use sirup. Next, comes the crucial step: thoroughly grind the sugar and the lime with a pestle or a muddler to release the oils in the skin of the lime, as well as its juice. How long you should muddle is somehow controversial. You can find all sort of recommendations in the literature. To some, the recommended time is no longer than 15 seconds, to others the ideal time sits between 3 to 5 minutes.

Finally, fill the glass with ice cubes and cachaça. And another controversial topic - shake or stir? In Brazil, the caipirinha is stirred not shaken. The bartender gives the caipirinha a few stirs with a spoon. You receive the caipirinha, stir it a little more, take a sip to taste it, and wait a little before start drinking to allow the sugar to dissolve totally and the flavors to release. But, if you cannot wait a few minutes, then shaking is the optimal way to ensure the mixing and melding of all the ingredients. Finally, put a straw on it and serve. Cuca Brazuca shows how:

Saúde!

The Danish Poet

The Danish Poet is was written, directed, and animated by Torill Kove and narrated by Liv Ullmann.It has won an Academy Award (2007) and a Genie Award (2007) for best animated short film. It follows a poet called Kaspar, whom his psychiatrist suggests to travel to Norway to meet a famous writer called Sigrid Undset. Little was he to know that the bad weather, an angry dog, a slippery plank, a careless postman, hungry goats and a broken thumb would change his destiny.... Or, how seemingly unrelated factors might play important roles in the big scheme of things after all.

Borrowed ideas - Case Studies from the Groat Center for Sleep Disorders and Her Morning Elegance

Intertextuality as a concept was first introduced by Bulgarian-French philosopher Julia Kristeva in 1966. Kristeva didn't believe a text could be an isolated entity which operates in a self-contained manner. Any text, she said, is the absorption and transformation of another. Meaning, it could be an author borrowing and transforming a prior text, or a reference to one text in doing another. However, intertextuality is too often used to excuse plagiarism, as one of my favorite Spanish writers, Lucia Etxebarria, has done on a couple of occasions. I still like her books, but one does wonder where true creation begins and "inspiration" ends.

Her Morning Elegance was the release single from the album The Opposite Side of the Sea (2009) by Israeli artist Oren Lavie.; the video was directed by Eyal Landesman and Yuval & Merav Nathan:

When I start looking for trivia of Her Morning Elegance video, I was far to imagine that I would bump into yet another intertextuality case. It turns out the makers of Her Morning Elegance had taken one of Mitchell Rose's films as a source for their own video, borrowing more than a couple of ideas from it. Rose, was not to happy about it and bitterly said: It does matter where you “TAKE this from.” Intellectual property — ideas — are all an artist has.

The film is the award winning Case Studies From the Groat Center for Sleeping Disorders (2002), and in Rose's own words is a faux scientific investigation study of ASDICT (Adult Sleep Disorder Induced by Child Trauma), showing glimpses of rare archive footage from the renowned - but fictional - Groat Center for Sleep Disorders.

Unter dem See neben Zurich

Things you can find under the Zurichsee: bicycles, shopping carts, ski motorcycles, refrigerators, microwawes, vespas, boats, cellphones, office chairs, bar stools, glasses. The water is potable, though, and swimming in the lake is very popular.

In case you lose something, you can always ask the Seepolizei to find it for you. It will cost you, of course (about 150 CHF per hour). But, you will only pay if they find it. Wedding bands and engagement rings are at the top of their requests.

The future is coming - and it is only 498 years away

In the future almost nothing will be as it is today. It will kind of look like an iPhone, but with an extra piece you can lose sometimes.... At least according to this Sarcastic Gamers parody of Microsoft's future visions series:

And the original Microsoft's vision of 2019:

A lingua portuguesa e muito rica - Palavra do dia III

Cerca de um terco das pessoas que vivem em Zurique nao sao suicas. Isto sem contar com os secondos, a segunda geracao de emigrantes, que alem de schwiizertueuetsch, falam tambem a lingua dos seus pais. O mais normal na rua e ouvir varios idiomas, desde os mais corriqueiros, como o ingles ou espanhol ate obscuros dialectos africanos. No entanto, os portugueses, apesar de serem uma das maiores comunidades de emigrantes, pensam que ninguem mais os percebe e que podem discutir onde calhe, alto e bom tom, inconfessaveis secredos. Eu tambem fazia o mesmo, ate que me dei conta que nao estou sozinha e que esteja onde esteja, ha sempre grandes probabilidades que o vizinho do lado seja portugues.

De isto nao se aperceberam duas simpaticas senhoras que encontrei no outro dia num tram, a uma hora relativamente sossegada. O tram estava quase vazio, o que convidava a por conversa em dia. Sem um aviso, um sinal sequer que ia presenciar uma revelacao e um momento de solene transcendencia, ouco atras de mim “ O qu’ essa gaija e, e’ma ganda songamonga”. Reconheco a palavra gaija, e os tempos verbais sao correctos. Isto e portugues, e portugues dos bem falados. ”Ai filha, o ela quer e c’o desembelgado do marido lhe faca tudo em casa”, responde-lhe a amiga, tres oitavas mais acima do necessario. Tento camuflar-me com os estofos para poder continuar a ouvir a conversa. “Tu nao t’amofines que ja vais ver c’a tua cunhada ja lhe vai dizer tres coisas”, continua a amiga. Neste momento, tenho que correr para a saida, mais ainda vou a tempo de ouvir “ Troncha, o qu’ ela e’ma troncha! O qu’ela fez foi’ma rebaixolice…. “. Uma vez na rua, aponto as palavras chave: songamonga, desembelgado, amofines, troncha e rebaixolice. Desconheco o significado, mas nao me parece que estas senhoras estejam a falar “dela” em termos elogiosos.

Chego a casa, e abro dicionario. Comeco por procurar songamonga . Songamonga, ou songa, diz-se de uma pessoa que e sonsa e disfarçada. Em definitiva, e uma expressao pejorativa, que tambem se poder aplicar a alguem que e apatico, lerdo, sem iniciativa ou lento. Francamente, nao vejo como e que alguem com estas caracteristicas pode aspirar a que o marido lhe faca tudo em casa.

A segunda palavra da lista e desembelgado. Tal como suponho, este termo nao esta relacionado com retirar a nacionalidade a um cidadao belga. Alias, desembelgado nem sequer existe como palavra. Mas, podemos encontrar embelgado como forma verbal de embelgar. Que tambem nao tem nada que ver com conceder a nacionalidade belga a um cidadao. Embelgar e um regionalismo do Alentejo e das Beiras, que significa dividir um terreno em belgas (pequeno campo cultivado) por meio de regos paralelos, ou dispor o mato roçado em linhas paralelas. Algo me diz que o marido desta senhora seria conhecido na capital como sendo um esgroviado. Ou seja, alguem sem juizo e mal arranjado. Nem sei como e que “ela” esta a espera que “ele” lhe faca tudo em casa, porque claramente deixar estas a tarefas a cargo de um desembelgado parece ser um risco demasiado grande. Mas, “ela” la sabe.

Continuo com amofines, que resulta ser um tempo verbal de amofinar. Ou seja, afligir, arreliar, apoquentar. Sabio conselho a ter em conta, sobretudo se a cunhada vai tomar cartas neste assunto. Nao sei se a cunhada e uma mulher de forte personalidade e verbo rapido, mas acho que para uma songamonga casada com um desembelgado, sao necessarias mais que tres coisas para repor a verdade.

Restam-me troncha e rebaixolice. Troncha, feminino de troncho, diz-se de alguem que foi privado de algum membro ou apêndice, ou mutilado. Informalmente, utiliza-se como sinonimo de torto ou tortuoso. Ou seja, que alem de ser lerda, “ela” e torta. Estas condicoes sao ideais para cometer uma rebaixolice, que e como quem diz em sentido popular, uma sacanagem ou uma baixaria. Suponho que o suficiente para justicar o agravio e a intervencao da cunhada neste tenebroso assunto. Ainda, tentei seguir o desenlace desta historia e apanhei varias vezes o mesmo tram, mas nunca mais me voltei a cruzar com estas senhoras. Uma pena.