Every time I breathe out...

Ok, it's hot. Like REALLY damn hot. It was in the upper 90's on Tuesday. And school requires us to wear pants as part of the uniform. That was miserable. However, I have discovered a new source of humor: Brazilian shirts with phrases in English. From these you get such gems as "Great Pleasure for Clever People"(and that's all it said. Just a white sweatshirt with that in the middle), or how about "Urban Streetwalker"(Abaeté is too small for a Red Light District so you have to get shirts that advertise it now?) or try this one on for size "Glorious Activity"(uhh....which activity is that, again?). I suspect the Japanese find such entertainment in those American shirts with kanji on them. Also, the title for the Alfred Hitchcock thriller Psycho was translated as O Homem Que Matou a Própria Mãe (The Man Who Killed His Own Mother (A bit of a plot spoiler, don'tcha think?)). Anyways, nothing particularly wild or crazy has happened of late, just the usual trecking back and forth from school, swimming at the club, and going to the academia (gym) three times a week.

Politickin'

Last night was the big city elections deal. I don't know what positions were elected or who won but this means that all those people driving around in cars with huge speakers either hanging out of the trunk or strapped to the roof blasting songs about candidates won't be around anymore, which is definitely ok with me. The weather broke 100 degrees today too. That was FUUUUUN. Not. I went to the gym anyways. Oh, and I'm a little over two months into my exchange and I just figured out how to change the temperature of the shower. I thought the little switch on the shower head would effect the pattern of the water or whatever but it actually is there because there are only three temperature options. #1: Scalding hot #2: Pretty cold and #3: This setting is for cryogenicly freezing things, I don't know why they would put it where some poor confused American might accidentally switch it on and damn near give himself a heart attack. I felt like Han Solo in Return of the Jedi. Also attached are pictures from my trip last weekend (mostly of us in Araxa, a city famous for its sulfur springs and huge hotel), some of people burning stuff in the streets, one of my host dad and brother and I at 2 in the morning after he dragged me out of bed and insisted I sing with them (I've mentioned the Rod Stewart obsession, right?), some graffiti of...Brazilian words of wisdom and finally cashew fruit (cashew nuts grow on top of a cashew fruit, which is like a cross between a mango and a pineapple). Ok, they aren't uploading. They'll be there soon though. Just use your imagination and Google Image Search for now.