June 14, 2012
Yes– blue skies! And from my window I can hear the happy sounds of children splashing in the water, shrieking with delight to be back on the beach. It’s still cold for Cariocas at night (mid-50s) but gets up into the 70s this afternoon. I am stuck in the piece of music I am now writing and pace through the streets humming and discarding melodic possibilities in rhythm with my footsteps, sometimes conducting unconsciously. Well, Rio is a city of music, and they certainly won’t think I’m a tourist (: just a beleza maluca musico. I am still tied to the US through my computer– arrangements that have to be made for events that continue to be planned for. It’s impossible to truly get away these days if one takes technology along. On the other hand I wouldn’t be going to Sao Paulo without a happy congruence of internet correspondences, so I have to put the bad in perspective with the good. At night I talk to my daughter on skype, who seems overwhelmed by the swirl of events in her world. I wish I could help with more than words, but even when I am at home we are so far apart. The ease of travel and relocation in our modern world, yet again, a bad-yet-good side of modernity that I am keenly aware of. Rio+20 events begin tomorrow and my landlady, an environmental activist, is all in a tizzy getting ready for it. “The UN Conference on Sustainable Development” will host leaders from all over the world– but nobody seems to know if Barak or Hilary will be here. Pictured right are the bikes by Praia Vermelha that my apartment-mate Ana has told me can be borrowed from the Itau bank, if one just signs up for the service. Although I’m tempted, I think I’ll try bike-riding with my new knee at home first, where the traffic isn’t so intense and unpredictable– yes, even including Boston drivers. At night I watch the tele-novela ‘Avenida Brasil” w/ Miriam’s son Sergio, paper and pencil in hand to list the names of the man characters (20 so far) who in the 3 episodes I have missed have managed 2 divorces and several reconciliations, real and fake. Well, it is good for my portugues.