terça-feira, abril 16, 2024
Curtas.
No melhor estilo 'Leave the gun, take the cannoli', deixei os crocs e evei minhas amadas sandálias Teva.
Voltei depois de uma semana com meu corpo pedindo misericórdia. Mais de uma semana depois e as pontas dos meus dedões dos pés ainda estão dormentes. Aparentemente isso se dá quando há pressão em nervos por tempo prolongado, o que não é de se estranhar numa semana caminhando 20-30km por dia, todos os dias.
Hoje amanheceu frio e ensolarado, como esperado na primavera inglesa. Fiz uma caminhada mais longa com nosso cachorro para aproveitar o sol. Suei até, especialmente porque precisei manter um cachorro pasteoreiro de 20kg próximo a mim lutando contra todos os seus instintos que o mandavam perseguir as ovelhas e seus cordeiros. Na mesma caminhada, conheci um Sir-Seymour (daquela Jane Seymor) que provavelmente soa mais posh do que 99% das pessoas que conheci pessoalmente na Inglaterra. Trocamos quinze minutes de palavras fascinantes.
Estou afundada em trabalho esta semana, e na próxima, contando os dias para a minha viagem pro Brasil e alguns dias de férias regados à café da tarde com cuca.
*JF 12:43 PM [+] 
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sexta-feira, março 29, 2024
De volta ao café. Hoje deu vontade de falar português. Ontem a noite preenchi a minha nova mochila de trilha com os itens que preciso levar comigo pra testar o peso e, se necessário, fazer ajustes. Coloquei na mochila:
*JF 7:23 AM [+] 
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quinta-feira, março 28, 2024
I'm back at the cafe. I shouldn't be here today, at least not working. Technically, 'my' university is closed for a week starting today, but because of the whole walking-for-a-week next week, I'm not taking today and tomorrow off. I need to do some serious amount of writing within the next month - it's a good thing, in the grand scheme of things. This means I'm involved in various pieces of writing, working with my academic 'soulmates' with ideas I'm interested in. I feel challenged and intellectually stimulated, which is what I never felt working in the industry. *** I got an interesting message yesterday, out of the blue. An invite to join a one-week trip to India for as work thing. I've never been to India, so this is obviously something I'm keen on doing but with all the writing I need to do, and the upcoming deadlines, I need to do some calendar math. *** The weather continues to be pretty sh*t in the North of England, so crappy I took the bus to town to avoid the wind. All things considered, the weather seems to be bearable next week for our walk. You'll notice that this is a part of British culture I have thoroughly embraced and absorbed: talking about the weather. *** At midnight last night I was cooking plain rice and making oatmeal for our dog, who I realised had an upset stomach. Convincing him to eat something that would calm his stomach was both cute and sad, but he was a good boy and agreed. We woke up this morning to a much more cheerful puppy, but I was dragging myself to get up.
*JF 7:14 AM [+] 
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quarta-feira, março 27, 2024
Life is funny. The last time I stopped by this space I had barely started on the PhD programme. Things were exciting and fuzzy, and I couldn't possible grasp what it all actually meant. The scale of change since then have been enourmous. Literally life-changing. My little pre-move head would not believe all that happened if I travelled back in time to tell. Anyway, enough with reminiscing. I think some explaining is in order. Why am I writing in English? Yes, Portuguese is my mother tongue. However, and this is one of the suprising changes I went through in the past 8 years since my move, all I write is in English. This means my thinking-through-writing process has been refined in English to the point I no longer feel proficient enough to write cohernt texts in Portuguese. This goes for personal and professional writing. I must admit it's quite odd, but that't where I find myself. The fact that I rarely speak Portuguese doesn't help either. Unless I call home, or long-time friends via social media, there's no Portuguese-speaking people in my everyday life whcih whom I could speak. Why come back to blogging now? I don't think I realised with this much clarity how much writing regularly - I mean, daily - sharps my brain, refines my thoughts, and calms my mind. No, scratch that. Reading old posts, I think I knew in a teenager way of knowing, then forgot about it for more than a decade, and now it's come back to me in the process of becoming an academic, with so much constant (re)writing to refine arguments. I do think through writing. Well, I think we all do. I just happen to have a job that forces me to confront that fact regularly. Explaining done. Now, back to some dear diary moment. *** I'm sitting at a cafe somewhere in the North of England - I suspect the idiosyncrasies, struggles and beauty of living and working in this corner of the world will come up regularly. It took me years to find out I need to leave the house to focus enough to write, unless there is an imminent deadline and desperation has taken over my fingers. There is something about the background noise of cafes. Voices, music, the frothing of milk, the espresso machines all bundle into one sound ball of yarn (that's how I picture it in my mind). I have a few papers I need to work through, either rewriting based on reviewers' comments or developing an argument yet to be submitted to a journal. To quote one of my dear colleagues: I have papers coming out of my arse. Curiously enough, I was reminded I once had a blog, and that it's still here, by one of they readings I had to do to rewrite a paper. It mentioned a chronological sequence of social media platforms, from Orkut - yes, you read that right - to BlackBerry Messenger, which I never actually used, despite at one point owning one of those tiny-buttoned bastards. This week we're preparing to go on a 5-days long walk, which shall be interesting. I've been saying for years that I want to do the Camino/St James/ Santiago walk in Portugal, but haven't yet done the necessary planning or training. Doing this one in Englad, for 5 days, in what will probably not be the most pleasant of weathers (moderately cold, possibly rainy), will be good practice. I spent some good money updarting my hiking boots, ensuring I have gore-tex everything, and got a new, larger and more resistant backpack. We start on Monday, walking about 20-25 km per day, and sleeping at different pubs and inns along the way. I'm looking forward to it, even if somewhat concerned about my knees. Time to read some stuff. I'll be back.
*JF 7:43 AM [+] 
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sábado, julho 16, 2016
*JF 12:26 AM [+] 
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terça-feira, setembro 27, 2011
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sexta-feira, agosto 12, 2011
*JF 5:00 PM [+] 
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Obrigada, Universo.
Pablo Picasso
Estou envolvida em algumas coisas que estão sugando toda a minha concentração, tempo e energia. Me sinto constantemente cansada, exaurida.
Não tou tentando encontrar uma desculpa pra não ter mais escrito aqui (ou estou?). O fato é que mal tou conseguindo escrever aquilo que preciso.
Hoje, especialmente hoje, eu oficializei uma possiblidade. Aqueles que lêem isso aqui já sabem, provavelmente. Fiz minha inscrição num programa de intercâmbio para fazer mestrado na Suécia.
Ué, mas eu já não faço mestrado? Sim. Estou terminando as disciplinas até dezembro, estas foram validadas lá. Até aí tudo certo.
O plano é fazer uma dissertação pra lá e pra cá, defender nos dois países e ser mestre pelas duas universidades. Tá parecendo fácil né.
Enfim, tenho aquele medo, aquele sopro no estomago cada vez que penso em 6 meses sozinha, num país desconhecido. Nada que eu não tenha feito antes mas dessa vez é sozinha, sozinha.
A questão é que ainda aguardo um outro detalhe muito importante. E este detalhe é que me fará decidir definitivamente se vou.
Na verdade, nesse pandemônio mental em que me encontro e dependendo todas as outras situações exclusivamente dos meus movimentos, esta em particular eu joguei pro Universo.
Se o detalhe se confirmar, eu vou. Caso contrario, fico.
O que você decidir, Universo, eu aceitarei com igual felicidade e tocarei meus planos sem ressentimento.
No mais, aguardando ansiosamente pelo último trimestre de disciplinas e pelo descanso mais próximo.
Quem precisar de aula particular de inglês, tira-duvidas, ajuda pra fazer abstract, entre em contato.
Aí vai uma quote de um filme que eu adoro, tanto quanto a quote.
“One is either free or one is not. The concept of freedom is an absolute. After all, one cannot be moderately dead, or moderately loved, or moderately free. It must always remain a matter of either or.” The Duchess of Devonshire