
Howdy!
I’m still figuring out what to place here, but it’s good to see you made it! I’m 21 and Brazilian, and I’m a bit of a cooking connoisseur. Besides that, I enjoy art,
music in general
Unfortunately including Radiohead.
,
and good ol’ videogames.
I’m also a Computer Science student, which is nothing particularly unusual, but gets concerning when I tell you that my actual intentions were to major in journalism. The result of this was learning my love for the beautiful language known as JavaScript and also my hatred for its half-brother, Java (not the island). This also means that yes, unfortunately, I also write. That being said, it’s a lot more fun than you could expect — most of my works, although fairly humorous in nature, are the byproduct of my dabbling into human nature.
A side effect of this has resulted in myself working in a variety of communities of varied themes, from weather to gaming to politics to many other things in between. Due to the lack of a random item generator on this page, I can tell you that one of my favorite bands is
Television
Especially the work of Lloyd (second, from left to right) and Verlaine (third in photo).
, and one band which I personally recommend is the Mexican city pop duo
Juanpalitoschinos
God, I miss them so much.
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Psst: If you click here, you’ll be taken to the Teahouse, which is essentially a database of all my existing stories and essays. Initially it was supposed to be a sandbox, but that idea didn’t age quite well. Additionally, you can click here to be taken to the Collections, which, as the title suggests, is a collection. Specifically, a collection of my serious, more spooky works: the stuff I’ve coded.
Recommended reading
Here are some titles that might enhance your understanding of some of the background and social issues entertained in this site, my stories, or whatever is sandwiched between them.
Warning: all are filled with provocative ideas and events; we disavow any responsibility for encouraging deep thought.
- A Crack-Up at the Race Riots by Harmony Korine (April 1998), Doubleday. ISBN: 9780385485883.
- A Dama do Banheiro (The Lady in the Bathroom) by Brendon S. Santos (December 2022), self-published. ASIN: B0BQQMHK3T
- Brasil Apart: 1964-2019 by Perry Anderson (October 2019), Verso. ISBN: 9781788737944
- Cardboard City by Katarina Jovanovic (January 2023), Tradewind Books. ISBN: 9781990598111
- Father and Son: a study of two temperaments by Edmund Gosse (August 1982), Penguin. ISBN: 9781362196730
- Framing Public Life: Perspectives on Media and Our Understanding of the Social World by Stephen D. Reese, Oscar H. Gandy & August E. Grant (June 2001), Lawrence Erlbaum Associates. ISBN: 9780805836530
- Going Postal: Rage, Murder, and Rebellion: From Reagan's Workplaces to Clinton's Columbine and Beyond by Mark Ames (November 2005), Catapult. ISBN: 9781932360820
- I Promise to Be Good: The Letters of Arthur Rimbaud by Wyatt Mason (Editor) & Arthur Rimbaud (December 2007), Random House Publishing Group. ISBN: 9780307431257
- Jennifer Government by Max Barry (January 2004), Vintage. ISBN: 9781400076345
- Late Victorian Holocausts: El Niño Famines and the Making of the Third World by Mike Davis (July 2002), Verso. ISBN: 9781859843826
- New Millenium Boyz by Alex Kazemi (June 2023), Simon and Schuster. ISBN: 9781637583920
- On Cukor by Robert Tratchenberg (Editor) & Gavin Lambert (October 2000), Rizzoli. ISBN: 9780847822973
- Society of the Spectacle by Kenn Knabb (Translator) & Guy Debord (November 2002), Hogoblin Press. ISBN: 9781922491282
- The growing inaccessibility of science by Donald P. Hayes (April 1992), Nature 356, 739–740 (1992). DOI: 10.1038/356739a0
- The Porcupine by Julian Barnes (November 1992), Vintage. ISBN: 9780679744825
- Who Killed My Father by Edouard Louis (March 2019), New Directions. ISBN: 9780811228510
This is still a work in progress. I might finish this someday. Maybe.