girlcrushes, tá servida?, writing output
Jun. 3rd, 2009 09:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bellchronicles- I have such a girlcrush on my North American lit professor! She dresses frumpier than you could imagine, with oversized sweats and cotton shirts in drab greys and blacks, and it's absolutely endearing, because you can tell she only thinks of clothes insofar as to keep herself from being naked. While she may not care for fashion, she is invested in the things that matter, like fiction and ideology politics. She's so eloquent and elegant about it, too, speaking with such clarity. And excited! She loves fiction and teaching it!
Seriously, I just want to invite her to coffee so that we can gossip about our favorite stories and analyze subtext. If I end up not continuing UFSC next semester, one of my greatest regrets will be not doing research with her, or having her as my advisor to my senior project.
- In an unfamiliar area, I asked a lady at a bus-stop if I could get downtown with a bus that came through there. "Yeah," she answered, then pointed her roll of negrescos (the national equivalent of Oreos) at me, offering them. I politely declined. Don't take food from strangers!
But people are like that, here, always offering their food to other people. No one here can start eating, be it a small chocolate bar or an apple, without asking everyone with them if they want a bite. It's just the way things are! I generally say no, because I'm picky about what and when I put into my system, but I like that they are willing to share. It's friendly.
My favorite story on this subject comes from my sister. The girl next to her on the bus was eating a sandwich. She bit into it, then peered at my sister, holding the sandwich out to her. "Tá servida?" (Are you served/are you filled/do you want any?) It's the "tá servida?" that I love most about that strange scene, of someone offering up their half-eaten sandwich to a stranger.
- I have been writing like crazy mad woah. Between RPs and fic, about 1000 words/day, I think.
Seriously, I just want to invite her to coffee so that we can gossip about our favorite stories and analyze subtext. If I end up not continuing UFSC next semester, one of my greatest regrets will be not doing research with her, or having her as my advisor to my senior project.
- In an unfamiliar area, I asked a lady at a bus-stop if I could get downtown with a bus that came through there. "Yeah," she answered, then pointed her roll of negrescos (the national equivalent of Oreos) at me, offering them. I politely declined. Don't take food from strangers!
But people are like that, here, always offering their food to other people. No one here can start eating, be it a small chocolate bar or an apple, without asking everyone with them if they want a bite. It's just the way things are! I generally say no, because I'm picky about what and when I put into my system, but I like that they are willing to share. It's friendly.
My favorite story on this subject comes from my sister. The girl next to her on the bus was eating a sandwich. She bit into it, then peered at my sister, holding the sandwich out to her. "Tá servida?" (Are you served/are you filled/do you want any?) It's the "tá servida?" that I love most about that strange scene, of someone offering up their half-eaten sandwich to a stranger.
- I have been writing like crazy mad woah. Between RPs and fic, about 1000 words/day, I think.
