superficial

joe the ho (just kidding) is not totally wack although my description of him may have sounded like he is. he reminded me to be conscious of the framework within which i interpret and judge things. so as i write i may randomly type FRAMEWORK as a reminder to myself.

superficially speaking i can think of several excellent reasons for travelling to Salvador rather than your regular domestic location. not in any preferential order:
1. everything is very affordable
- $4 manicure and pedicure combos
- $3 steak with two fixins´
- $1 mixed drinks/50 cent beer
- $15 human hair wigs (no i didn´t buy one)
- $1.50 high gloss magazines
- $20/night charming hotels
- $25 hot girl stilettos

2. lots of beautiful people. i am not saying that brasil has a larger proportion of beautiful people because of all the mestizo (mixture). but symetrically speaking there are lots of beautiful people.

3. great weather

4. absolutely beautiful views

5. again, everything is affordable!!!

you can have a totally pampered, educational, epicurean, spend-thrifty, "hot" time!!!

this afternoon i was sooo fucking bored. i went to shopping barra on chandi´s suggestion. actually she said i should strike up conversations with people. i merely stalked people, my new hobby. there was this really beautiful, tall young man. i think he works at the mall (or maybe he too is stalking someone). he definately was not shopping and he was alone. he has tan complected (word?) skin, slightly balding (it´s ok), and he is slender. he has pointy features. he walks with a gate. i think its sexy when a man walks with a gate. not too much though. part of the reason i decided to write about him was because i was bored. the other reason was because i wanted to attract his attention. he knew i was lookng at him. lol. or he might have been under the impression that i am writing about this couple dancing next to him. yes they dance in the mall here.

did i mention that he was a floor down from me? we were also seperated by an entire atrium. i contemplated going to sit next to him and pretend to write about people and then ask him (in a thick american accent) "que hora é?".

sidenote: they have fake ponsettias all over "shopping barra". it is winter. lol!!

while at the mall i also noticed that brazilian men (regardless of their petitness) wear great jeans. great. jeans. perfect accent on the ass. i´d say 85% of the men here have cute asses. many of the men (if not most) that i have seen are petite. thus not physically attractive. however, when focusing on the boom boom... . ass in portuguese is burro, which i think is pronounced buh-ho.

before i left the mall, i purchased two copies of a magazine called brasil raça. very cool glossy. lots of pretty photos. and some good beauty tips (although a little heavy on the pro-weave wagon). there are lots of good conscious articles on health, art, politics, etc. the black US equivelents (essence, jet, ebony, vibe, etc) should take note.

i spent about an hour tonight translating articles. i will try to make this a daily session. i also think i will write the editor after i update. she´s so cool she put her own email address in the mag.

i had a good ole meal for dinner. i ate at a restaurant called Puiçui (i think). Erdidá recommended it. i ate filet mignon with rice and this crumble type stuff that starts with an F. i cant remember the name. anyway, my filet was a thin 6x3 inch piece of tender beef marinated in what tasted like fresh bell peppers and an unfamiliar savory spice. i also had two caiprinhas. i sat outside on the 3rd floor balcony of the restaurant. not too much to see. however, it was quite nice to sit and listen to the sounds of a brazilian rock music and i enjoy the feeling of the pre-rain breeze surrounding me. tudo bom!!!