The last hour of summer and fire play

I got out of bed this morn­ing and went out the get a juice fix. I got some açai for myself and some acerola for Tri­cia. Açai is this ama­zon­ian berry that has lots of calo­ries and pro­tein. It’s very pop­u­lar in this fit­ness obsessed neigh­bor­hood. It’s so thick that you eat it with a spoon. Acerola is a berry that has 40 times the vit­a­min C of a lemon. The juice tastes like liq­ue­fied vit­a­min C pills. I also picked up the paper and was stoked to see that the exhibit that Peter has orga­nized is fea­tured on the front cover! I sent him a text mes­sage con­grat­u­lat­ing him on it. He called me back from a flea mar­ket and excit­edly told me how stunned every­one is because I guess the usual pro­ce­dure is to pay for a review, but this wasn’t paid for and there it is on the front of the Sun­day edi­tion of O Globo, the more respected and biggest paper in Rio.

Peter found the pho­tographs in a flea mar­ket and did some seri­ous sleuthing to find out their ori­gin. Turns out that the images are from Ipanema in the few years before the mil­i­tary dic­ta­tor­ship. The pho­tog­ra­pher, Ori­zon Carneiro Muniz, had a chronic ill­ness and could not par­tic­i­pate in his friends activ­i­ties in the same way they did, so he became the group pho­tog­ra­pher. The exhi­bi­tion of the pho­tographs is open­ing this Wednes­day at Casa de Cul­tura Laura Alvim in Ipanema. I’m look­ing for­ward to it, should be good fun.

Last night we went to a Festa Jun­ina in St. Teresa, the artsy neigh­bor­hood on the hill. I am still not really sure what a Festa Jun­ina is about, but I gather it’s a har­vest fes­ti­val because a lot of the the­atri­cal per­for­mance involved the earth and plant­ing and wear­ing car­i­ca­tured rural out­fits. I don’t think that fire arts are usu­ally part of festa jun­i­nas, but see­ing as the crowd was a young, hip­pie, dra­matic set, there was some fire play.

The space con­sisted or a gar­den walk­way, a per­for­mance area, some food stands, and a lower level of gar­den beds and the fire. It reminded me of rad­i­cal faerie events in the states. Delightful.

Now I am head­ing back to St.Teresa for a fei­joada at Suzana’s book­store. I will be fish­ing the pork out of my beans, but the food will be fab­u­lous anywho.