quinta-feira, 7 de outubro de 2010
Stand up comedy
If you can`t think of anything funny about São Paulo, think about English teachers. Aren’t they funny creatures?
These teachers are everywhere in the city. Anyone with a decent level of English (which may vary) and no shame can do it. You are still in college and have no job, do you know English? There you are. You lost your job and have nowhere to go? Do you know English? Why not to teach? You are 18, just finished your English course and have no idea of what to do with your life? I wouldn`t be surprised if you are offered a job at the very same English school you just graduated. The hours are flexible, you`ll find job offers anywhere, at any time (and chances double by the beginning of the semester)… it`s not that bad, is it?
Have you ever noticed how English teachers are always so confident? You can ask them anything and they deliver the answer right the way. They might not know what they`re talking about, but they seem to know everything from the top of their heads.
What about “okay”? This tiny simple word haunts almost every teacher. I only say “almost” because if it isn`t “okay”, it`s “right?”, “understand?”, or something like that. So the teacher gives a detailed explanation of what the heck the students are supposed to do in that exercise. Then, sweating nervously - but never showing so, of course – he asks the students: “okay?” And he will stare, no kidding, STARE at the students until they finally say “okay” back. They probably don’t have the slightest idea of what the teacher just said, but they always answer “okay” and the teacher breaths out. It`s part of the ritual. Deep inside they know the teacher is about to freak out if they simply stare back with their customary puzzled expression. They instinctively say the magic word and the class may continue.
So you turn to your basic students: “turn the page but don`t unfold. If you are student B, though, you unfold the page but do not show student A. Student A will ask the questions that only student C has the answers, but student C don`t answer, only student B. Then student B asks students A and C the questions from the unfolded part, not the A part. Student C will then add the score and the students with least points at end of questionnaire C wins… okay?” Okay! The students will then do whatever they think they should and will soon learn to ignore the teacher`s instructions.
quinta-feira, 20 de maio de 2010
Freedom of Speech
As I watch this huge, and considered extremely polemic, journalistic piece on CNN about the repercussions of religion based jokes online, I wonder if something like that will ever happen in Brazil. It all started when some guy, claiming to be defending freedom of speech, created that page on Facebook encouraging people to draw caricatures of the prophet Mohammed. What happened next was that millions of muslins started a huge protest against Facebook for allowing this offence to their religion, and the man who started it is receiving more and more death-threat e-mails. Maybe is not a new thing for the middle-east that joking is becoming a crime. But for a country like Brazil, in which people fought, about 40 years ago, for their freedom of speech during a military dictatorship, that extreme opposite situation sounds very strange.
There was a time in Brazil, that you wouldn`t be allowed to speak up your mind, providing, of course, that you have something to say against the government or the Brazilian society, the military system, the censorship or anything too political. The International music festival in Rio de Janeiro, 1968, where the musician Caetano Veloso tried to sing his protest song, which translated to English means “It is forbidden to forbid”, illustrates what I`m saying. Less than one year after that, Caetano, who had already been arrested, ran for exile in Europe, along with many other artists of the time. The severe punishment of the government, including kidnaps and torture, caused university students to go on the streets protesting. It took many of those protests and political actions until Brazil`s freedom of speech was finally brought back. There were many deaths and traumas in the process and dozens of people are still missing.
Now that we can talk and joke about pretty much anything, I turn on the TV to see people protesting against freedom of speech! I guess people are never satisfied, are they?
domingo, 25 de abril de 2010
Robbery
If you like big cities, São Paulo is a great place to live. Loads of things to do, awesome nightlife, expositions, parties, crazy people everywhere and art is all over the city. But as one of the biggest cities in the world, Sao Paulo has its problems too. One of them, that is probably among the most serious ones, is the crime. Although crime could happen anywhere, in a huge city with millions of people living together, it tends to happen more often. Robbery is no exception. Last time I read news about it, they announced that something around 80.000 cases of robbery, of all kinds, happen per semester in the city. Statistically thinking, if you are part of the 18 million “paulistanos” who spent most part of their lives in the city, you`re more likely to be killed by lightning than die without ever being robbed. So if you are not part of that statistic yet, you should be worried!
That`s how I used to feel every time someone got robbed, worried. If you ever get robbed in Sao Paulo and tell anyone about it, you will notice how the group of people around you will raise, as they each tell their own exciting robbery stories. It felt strange every time they looked at me expecting a story and I simply had nothing to tell. I was the lucky one. But everyone knew, and I knew it well myself, that sooner or later I`d either get robbed or struck by lightning. All I had left was the expectation: when is it going to happen?
When the time came I was well prepared. It was 3 in the afternoon, the sun was shining. I was on my way to work, pretty distracted, and didn`t realize how deserted that street was. I felt someone walking past me, so I looked only in time to hear him say: “I just want your wallet and your cell-phone”. At this point you feel like someone just punched your stomach, but I remained calm. I noticed the second man behind me and evaluated my chances. The street was completely empty. For some reason not even cars were passing by. So I decided there was no point on running or screaming. I always planned what I would do if I saw myself in that situation, but I never actually thought I would put it in practice. I realized then, that plan B was on. I would have a lot of trouble substituting all the documents and cards I had in my wallet, so I announced to have medicine in my wallet, and asked if I could give them just the money. The guy in front of me seemed to hesitate as I calmly negotiated with my robbers. The other one behind me simply said: “Yeah, let her keep the medicine, we`ll take the money”. The other one agreed, as I took 12 bucks out of my wallet. “That`s all I have”, I said, while one of them tried to reach for my phone in my purse. “Ok”, one of them said, “here, keep two”, and he handed me 2 Reais back. I didn`t know what to say, so I said “thank you”, realizing the other one had not only found my phone, but also my Ipod. They disappeared behind some trees, telling me to keep walking.
After stopping at a cafeteria to call the mobile company to block my stolen phone, I got to work with that “I can`t believe it finally happened” expression on my face and told my story to my co-workers. Someone bought me a pastry and a soda, and we were soon telling each other our stories. It almost felt like a celebration, I had finally become statistically normal.
quinta-feira, 11 de março de 2010
Wally Walrus
The TV was on while my sister had lunch and I checked my e-mails on my laptop. The channel was Globo News, Guido Mantega was talking about the Brazilian economy. I can`t remember any word of what he was saying, and even if I had the will or interest to pay attention, I don`t think I would. I wondered if anyone could speak in such a boring way. I was surprised to find my sister watching it. And even more surprised when I noticed she was actually paying attention and looked very interested. When she noticed me staring at her, she started:
- Look at that guy, on the back. – There were two men standing behind the politician – The one with the mustache.
- What about him?
- Do you think he`s asleep?
- I wouldn`t be surprised, this is unbearably boring.
The mustache guy was a bit chubby and wore glasses. His hair and mustache were dark brown, although he appeared to be over 50. Maybe he dyed his hair. About five minutes passed before we first saw him moving.
- There, he`s not asleep – I assured her, although with those glasses we couldn`t tell whether his eyes were open or not.
- I bet he`s thinking of last night`s barbeque: “I could use some of that beef right now”.
- Yeah, like: “I think I`m going to call my wife after this session and ask her to make some for dinner”.
- “Oh, is this ever going to end? Maybe I should just stop by that McDonalds drive-thru and buy a meal. Oh, right, they have that Sunday deal… hum Sunday.”
At that exact moment he actually licked his lips. It was very subtle, but it caused us to laugh uncontrollably. We kept on translating his thoughts.
- “Man, I`m so hungry! It`s lunch time and this guy won`t stop talking.” – I said.
- “Oh, I almost forgot I`m on TV. Maybe they can see my annoyance. Maybe my wife is watching. I`ll send her a text, nobody will notice.”
- Do you think he would?
- No, I think he remembered he was hungry and forgot about his wife.
- Or maybe he`s just thinking of telling her what to cook.
- Or he`s thinking: “I`m going to get that Wood-Pecker!”
Another wave of uncontrolled laughs. He did look a lot like Wally Walrus, the character from Woody Wood-Pecker, one of the most popular cartoons in Brazil during our childhood.
We kept on dubbing the guy`s thoughts, now trying to imitate Wally Walrus`s voice, when we realized we had been watching that for over 20 minutes.
- You know what? – my sister got finally bored – Friends is on.
- Right, I`ll switch to Warner channel.
domingo, 28 de fevereiro de 2010
World Cup
I was 6 when Brazil became a Champion for the fourth time in the World Cup. I have never been a fan of Soccer and I didn`t really understand what was going on. But I went along with my family and friends and dressed up in green and yellow to go to school. On the dates of the games, of course, we went home earlier to watch it live on TV. We stayed in school for about 2 hours and went out to see the stores closing, the bars crowded and people singing the typical Brazilian songs we sing when we cheer. It was all very exciting. We didn`t have to stay in school and we were allowed to yell and jump and party during the day. I decided I loved the world cup.
That happens every four years. It doesn`t matter if you don`t even like Soccer, when the world cup comes, you will watch every game along with the rest of the country, cheer like a fanatic, sing along and swear when necessary. It`s such an energy it`s really hard to avoid it, even if you tried. Try to ignore a game and get going with your life and you`ll bump into closed banks, stores, restaurants (if they don`t have a big screen to watch the game with the costumers) and any other company.
During the 2006 Cup I was working for a 24-hour call center, for a credit card company. We couldn`t leave the phone so we took turns watching the games. Someone brought a big TV over and half of us could take the day off, arrive late, and do anything to be able to watch the game. We would even celebrate with the costumer on the phone, or ask them how the game was. Of course they were watching the game and only called for emergencies or during the breaks. For every score and for every game we won, we could celebrate with strangers, on the bus on the way home or even on the streets.
I can`t think of anywhere in the world where something like this happens. There is the Super Bowl and many major holidays around the world. But nothing is like the World Cup for Brazil. Such an energy, such a union, I can`t compare to anything. I can`t wait for this year`s Cup, I know is going to be exciting, fun and emotional. If you get the chance to come to Brazil to witness that phenomenon, I promise you won`t regret.
sexta-feira, 19 de fevereiro de 2010
Human Bus Behavior
After years of frequent use of the public transportation in São Paulo, and in a city like this you do spend a lot of time in a bus, I noticed a pattern in how people behave. And this pattern is restricted to buses and its user’s majority; I want to make this clear. I`d like to describe my theory here, and you are welcome to give your opinion about whether I`m right or wrong. Let`s start by the bus stop.
The bus stop is a great spot for reflection. You are just standing there so you are free to think. A million thoughts go through our minds while we are waiting for the bus. And the most interesting thing is that most of these thoughts are related to the bus we are waiting for. If the bus is taking too long, you wonder if you are on the right stop, maybe they`ve changed the route and you don`t know. Then you remember this bus always takes a while, so maybe you should take that other bus and get down on the main avenue where you`ve got more options. But maybe if you take that bus, the one you need will come right after and you will lose the chance to get it. But you are so late already, what if it takes too long? Finally, the bus you need arrives first, and you are taken by a warm feeling in your chest. It`s a momentary feeling of accomplishment, you feel your day started just great and can only get better. You step in the bus and smile to the driver. You are still thrilling when you touch your bus card and pass the ratchet, but then a new stage starts.
It`s time to pick your seat. On this part your subconscious starts working and it follows a sequence of rules so you can pick your seat quickly. You don`t want to take too long or people might notice and be offended because you didn`t pick the available seat next to them. You just take a quick look around and make it look like you chose it randomly, but you are actually minutely picking the most appropriate spot for you. The first rule to follow is: you always take the seat as far as you can from other people in the bus. If you look inside a bus half full of people, you will probably notice the pattern between the empty seats: they are spread. This rule, as any other, has exceptions. One of them is for the hot sunny days. In this case, people tend to avoid the sunny side of the bus and look for a seat on the shade. Eventually, though, the bus will make a turn and all will be back to normal.
The second rule is different for men and women. This stage is based on the people already seated, when there aren`t many available seats. If you are a man, you are going to first look for a seat next to a woman. If this option is not available, you look for a seat next to a man. Last of all, and you only take this one when there is no other option left, you sit next to a good-looking woman. Many men will probably disagree with me on this one. But this is merely their subconscious part of the brain working. Good-looking women are a threat for men, knowing that, they feel very insecure next to them. First of all these women are too confident. For them, in a public transportation, any man is a pervert until the contrary is proven. If, when the bus shakes, he accidently touches the pretty girl next to him, he will be attacked by her censorship look. She might even pretend to be next to her stop, stand up and move to another part of the bus. That kind of situation messes with a man`s confidence, so he tries to avoid it by avoiding the seat next to that girl he considers attractive.
As I mentioned before, the second rule is different for women. They also look for a seat next to another woman first. Then, if they can`t avoid seating next to a man, they look for the most well-dressed and good-looking one to seat next to. It`s not because they are interested in meeting this guy, and it`s not because he`s attractive. In her subconscious mind, that guy is less likely to be a pervert. It`s a very simple rule, I noticed it applies to most women. If we observe a considerably full bus, we will see that, in most cases, the empty seats are next to good-looking women and bad-looking men. I was as well astonished when I realized how the second rule works, but after much observation I can assure you it`s real.
The third rule can also be used as a trick by the ones who like to travel alone. If a person looks right at you when you get in the bus, and you don`t know this person, you won`t seat next to him/her. This person might be possibly staring, and that means it`s a freak or a pervert. You don`t want to seat next to any of those. Besides, if there is visual contact, it is more likely to be interaction between these people. People want to be left alone in the bus, they don`t want to be talking to a stranger the whole trip. Of course there are exceptions, some people are lonely and some people are just very social. But it works for most of the cases. So if you have an empty seat next to you and you want it to remain like this, all you have to do is stare. Look in the eyes of every individual who passes the ratchet. If you are a woman, thought, you need to be very careful not to stare too long. Some men might see it as a sign you are interested and not only seat next to you but actually start a conversation.
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