Saturday, December 14, 2013
Re. the first-name situation I wrote about yesterday, I've decided I'm just going to roll with it. What can it hurt? We'll see how it unfolds!
Dave and I had some coworkers over last night to watch a movie, "Black Orpheus," which I have wanted to show to one coworker in particular for a very long time. It's such a fresh, remarkable movie even now, more than 50 years after its release, and the footage of the beauty of Rio de Janeiro is unsurpassed. Both of the guys who came over have been to Brazil several times, but they'd never seen "Black Orpheus" -- which after its release in 1959 won the Palme d'Or and the Academy Award for Best Foreign Film, and helped launch the bossa nova craze of the '60s -- so I'm glad I could remedy that.
I still really, really want to go to Rio. I've wanted to go ever since I wrote to my Brazilian pen-pals while I was in high school. Teresa, Frima and Flavia -- don't their names suggest a Portuguese version of the Supremes? I wonder where they are now. Every once in a while I search for them on Facebook, but even their last names are fairly common and women's names often change anyway, so the chance we will ever reconnect is probably pretty slim.
I wish we could have a quiet weekend here, but it looks like it will be fairly busy.
(Photo: I escaped from school at lunch on Thursday to walk up Primrose Hill, where quite a few runners and walkers were out and about despite the remnants of a foggy morning.)