Chicago stories
How some things change and other things never change strikes me every time I return to the streets of my hometown.
Read MoreAuthor: Ricky Toledano
A native of Chicago, Ricky Toledano has lived in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil for over twenty years as a writer, translator and teacher. [a]multipicity is multi-lingual collection of reflections through the humanities.
Pilsen street art – Chicago
Walls do not separate space; they exist in space, and therefore separate nothing
Read MoreMarlene
It was on the special occasion of her last night in Rio de Janeiro. We were smashed up against the bar of a famous samba venue when two warrior women, exaggerating their merriment, disrespected the personal space of the Queen.
Read MoreSobre outros Rios | Paquetá Island
Que ilha você levaria para uma pessoa deserta? Fácil: Paquetá! |
The folkloric island in the middle of Guanabara Bay is not to be missed!
Street Art – Rio | Arte de rua – Rio
O acervo está aberto: Passei 10 anos fotografando no Grande Centro do Rio de Janeiro | After 10 years photographing the urban art of Rio de Janeiro, the exhibition is open.
Read MoreGloria Arieira’s Yoga sutras of Patañjali
“The Yoga Sutras?” I laughed, “Why read them when there is the Bhagavadgita?” I had never imagined I would translate them the way I had done for the Gita.
Read MoreTable for one: pandemic cooking
That’s it. I’m tired. It has been nine months cooking for myself. The summer is now here in Rio de Janeiro and it is hot. I don’t want to cook anymore.
Read MoreHead-carrying | Carregar na cabeça
Although he hadn’t carried the jackfruit from its origins in the Western Ghats of India for the fruit to do so well in the Serra do Mar of Rio de Janeiro, I knew exactly where he had gotten it. And it seemed as no less of an incredible feat to have carried the heavy monster all the […]
Read MoreThoughts on “the Social Dilemma”
Ok, ok, OK! I watched “The SOCIAL DILEMMA”! It was hardly news to me. What was more interesting was another problem, two actually.
Read Moreuma foto abandonada
Mas o que realmente me impediu de acionar a câmera, e me fez colocá-la de volta no estojo, perdendo o que poderia ter sido a foto perfeita, uma cápsula do tempo, foi uma sensação semelhante à que ocorre pouco antes de se colher uma flor, quando a dúvida interfere na escolha de se possuir a beleza destruindo-a.
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