this week i

released code to analyze the national household travel survey, for statistically-minded railfans.

delivered one more lecture at brazil's census bureau, despite the domain name typo.  note my new title, (pesquisador)..

..a small group of all the right people.

prefer the side of this city opposite the beach.

worried they're catching up with american insanities fast..

plus there's a decomposing gecko in the hallway of my building that nobody's bothered to sweep best head home.  where is that, exactly?


this week i

have had my full name listed at the bottom of the second page of those monthly enrollment reports for one two consecutive months now.

scored a link from brazil's major employment survey microdata homepage, suddenly half of my viewers are portuguese.

helped myself to a free plane ticket to sao paulo.. exchange for one lecture at the best university in latin america.

use "duck-billed platypus" when describing the r language.  translation: ornitorrinco.  here's the audience shuffling in.

took a de-stress stroll around campus after the talk..

..brazil's a hard place not to like.

flew back to rio, same afternoon.  btw this is a better picture once you take the time to notice the plane bird rainbow moon.

suppose, if i really had to, would get a tattoo "made in usa" on the base of my neck.

ate dinner over at andrea and jean-michel's and god dammit if they didn't have me cross-dressing by the second course.  prep for carnaval 2015.

wish more (any) cab drivers brought their dog to work.  consider a dog in the front passenger seat of your next taxi.  (a) it'd be immediately visible to customers who dislike dogs, so no fare, no big deal. (b) customers who dislike dogs probably don't tip well. (c) customers who like dogs will tip even better cuz there's a dog in the cab.  (d) must be boring driving around the city all day without a dog (e) shut up it's a great idea.

check-mate that.  snowden got everything right, the father of the internet agrees.

had a home-cooked meal with djalma and his lovely wife.  four months ago, djalma convinced me to come to rio.  so he is my tl;dr hero.


this week i

learned that our number - how many people land in the coverage gap - made the daily show at 4:50.

live next to rua paulo.

read more on my neighborhood, found this hammurabi justice story, a fifteen minute walk from home.

saw the words no sugar, bought it, took a sip, wondered why it tasted like shit, drank some more, noticed "concentrate" front and center.  one of those foreigner mistakes, fortunately of the category that makes you stronger.

crowded onto the subway car.

huddled in the wildest urban rain.

invited alene, back from bahia, to the sambadrome.  you see that word?  sambadrome.  in 1965 americans built the astrodome.  twenty years later, brazil's gaudi one-upped us..

for samba aka chaos

for wonder woman-led orchestras

for competition: copy the float's facial expression.  hard to pick a winner

human foosball #1

soccer chickens.  there's a story here, but patient explanation could not penetrate my dismal portuguese

 human foosball #2

impersonating chuckie (see parade), right down to the orange headgear

johnny depp launchers

impossible to focus on both subjects

the world's best-selling toy

certainly voodoo, although which way is anybody's guess

 missing the misses

clocktower in the distance says 3:25am, no sign of things slowing down

the world's hardest core interpretation of that elementary school parachute game

desculpe only one straw per purchase, you'll have to wait your turn

proudly did no research.  because unexpected insanity stays with you.

slowly read stephen colbert's i am america (and so can you) over the past year, just finished..

it's amazing how easy it is to make "i'm praying for you" sound like a threat

..but the show's still better, 'specially now that we're contributing to the content.


this week i

never knew the apocalypse could be so much fun.

celebrated brazilian halloween week with..

police escorts to part the crowd for me while i sip this cold beer

 elderly gentlemen with plastic dicks fer noses

intravenous cocktails

fred the hairstylist

fred the photog

yeah okay you caught me i'm actually not taking a selfie i just wanted to snap a picture of you and your ridic k-9

this dude's costume was a portable female restroom.  ohhkayy

needed a pair of white shorts for my costume.  the store only had women's, but the clerk swore that for carnaval - and only for carnaval - well, it doesn't matter.  i made her pinky-swear.

geared up my little monsters

..and there you have it: ipanema beach, fat tuesday.