A Túrin Turambar turun ambartanen

Thanks to the dude, wherever and whoever ye'are, who sent a comment on the Silmarillion quote. I'm going to be writing a paper on dragons in literature, so if ye've any ideas...
These are Glaurung's, Urulóki - one of the Fire Drakes of the North, dying words:

"Hail, Nienor, daughter of Húrin. We meet again ere the end. I give thee joy that thou hast found thy brother at last. And now thou shalt know him: a stabber in the dark, treacherous to foes, faithless to friends, and a curse unto his kin, Túrin son of Húrin! But the worst of all his deeds thou shalt feel in thyself!"

What was the worst of all his deeds? READ IT!!

Drink beer, eat churrasco, be naked.

Write a book, plant a tree, have a son, see Jethro Tull live.
These things a man must do in his lifetime.
I'm still working on the book.

TÚRIN TURAMBAR DAGNIR GLAURUNGA and beneath they wrote also: NIENOR NÍNIEL

It's times like this when you begin to realize how important really small seemingly unimportant things are - like tea towels. All of these things I shall have to acquire by next week (and all cost money of course). Latest developments, I've bought a cooker, second hand R$140, got no gas bottle yet. Next step is to get the electricity connected then I'll be there - well okay, aside from the fact there's no bed...plates... kfs.....chairs....bed sheets....
AND I haven't even mentioned TV...computer...microwave...
I'm reading, for the Nth time, Tolkien's Silmarillion. If you haven't read it - READ IT NOW! Immediately. Try and get yer head around it, it'll be worth your while. Here's an extract from The Tale of the Children of Húrin. Túrin Turambar:
A short diaglogue between the warrior Túrin and his sword, Gurthang:

"Hail Gurthang! No lord or loyalty dost thou know, save the hand that wieldeth thee. from no blood wilt thou shrink. Wilt thou therefore take Túrin Turambar, wilt thou slay me swiftly?"
And from the blade rang a cold voice in answer: "Yea, I will drink thy blood gladly, that so I may forget the blood of Beleg my master, and the blood of Brandir slain unjustly. I will slay thee swiftly."

It brought goose pimples and tears to my eyes. for the rest - READ I

Give me yer old chairs

Separation update. Let it be known! I shall of next week, or the week after, or the week after that, be living ALONE! In a two bedroom apartment WITH A CHURRASQUERA!! That means barbies to you unPortuguese speaking folkments. So it's bachelor parties every weekend! NOT! I still suffer from that middle age affliction, common to quite a lot of folk - NO DOSH. BYO parties are possibilites, I'll let yer know. Lots of outdoor space in the new (old) pad, big verandah for naked sunbathing!
This is a bit by bit move, I can't afford a removal company. In a couple of weeks the computer goes. I'll have to get a cooker from someplace.
FURNITURE DONATIONS WELCOME!

Thomas Hardy was indeed perplexed. James Joyce wasn't.

When confronted with a blank page.
LIKE THIS.








Even Thomas Hardy was perplexed.
So I imagine.
What the hell, I'm pissed. Again. Brazilian Fine Ale has such an effect that one can drink all afternoon, then suddenly feel pissed..well I guess that's what all beer does anyway.
Separation update is: I've found a good flat; 2 bedrooms, good location (Cristal, for those who like details) BUT no churrasquera :-( I'll have to check out the situation.
MEANWHILE.
The project is going a bit slow due to an in family bereivement. Tomorrow, I'll get back to it.