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I eat at least 6 hard-boiled eggs daily. The yolks all go to the dogs. Low-calorie and great source of protein.

Julia Horseface's bro?

until the Confederations Cup. With Jesus blessing all that is important here. Brasil awaits the arrivals of Italy. Japan. Mexico. Nigeria. Spain. Uruguay. And last, but not least... the mighty selection from TAHITI!

A word of caution. Marriage in Brasil is not so easy to accomplish whether man-woman, man-man or woman-woman. Lots of hoops to jump through. Tons of paperwork. And it is much more expensive. There is a waiting period. There is a payment to have your names published so that concerned parties can file protests. For anyone, a civil union/registered common-law marriage is much easier and much, much cheaper. Definitely different than what we are used to in the US. Whole lot more difficult than my sister driving from Berkeley to Reno one weekend and getting hitched. Most heterosexual couples that I know here do NOT get married. They go to the local cartorio/notary public office and do a simple registration along with a pre-nup.

Actually it is the film "Q" by Clair Productions.

If memory serves, the address Spui 44 used to be the locale for one of the Houses With Boys. Along with Spui 21. Anyone going, not pronounced as one would think. Rhymes with pow, how and now. And the Spui wasn't always a straat or street. Rather a canal that was filled in.

Going to the bathroom in the basement of The Web was quite an experience. An interesting, pleasant and fun place upstairs that was quite nasty downstairs. Not really a need to use the urinals, as it were. There would be a few fellas who were quite willing recipients of whatever you wished to fling in their direction. A different type of baptism.

Ancient history, but the three hustler bars on the Paardenstraat, all in a row, off of the Rembrandtplein were so much fun. In later years, they got to be quite nasty, and not in a good way with all of the boys from Romania. One was the Music Box, and the others??? I can remember the transvestite/transexual Filipino who managed them. But not her name. Can anybody help me out on that one? On the corner, was the lesbian piano bar Vive La Vie. On the other side of the Rembrandtplein was an incredible live music club with a different style of music nightly, the Herren Van Amstel. Great, great fun. Superb Vlaams patat with pindasaus/currysaus/mayonnaise on the other side of the street from the fabu Tuschinski,

One of the best stays that I had in Amsterdam was renting one of the limited number of two bedroom apartments in the Kransnopolsky Hotel. Traveled there with my best friend. Located in the rear. It was on the Oudezijds Voorburgwal canal just behind the Dam. Just up the street was one of the outlets for the Bulldog. In the basement, the Kras had a fun Turkish restaurant with belly dancing and hookahs. My friend, being of Armenian ancestry, was in heaven. Even better was buying him his dream Cazzo porn star, the hairy greek Kuyper for an afternoon. We were quite the sluts. Right around the corner were the gay bars of the Warmoesstraat. Indelibly etched in my brain is this one guy in a leather bar, in chaps, no jeans, bare crotch with a large stainless donut hanging and stretching his ballsac. And he welcomed you moving it and causing a pendulum effect. Schwing!!! A bit further, near the Centraal, afternoons and early evenings were spent drinking and singing at The Queen's Head.

I'll never forget going to the Kiraly on the Buda side of the Donau/Danube one afternoon via the subway. Was there with my best friend who passed away a couple of years ago. It was quite an adventure as neither of us spoke a word of Hungarian. At the time, there were days for men, others for women and sometimes mixed. It is supposed to be different now. TImes change. But then it was totally nude with little towels for privacy. Oldest bathhouse in town. There is a central dome with inlaid stars and bits of glass. Very Turkish feel to the place. My friend got very, very excited being inside with all of the naked customers, many who were sucking and fucking. As I was wading past him and wondering if he was enjoying himself, he had the strangest look on his face. Not happiness. A bit of discomfort mixed with embarrassment. Another client had backed himself onto my friends cock and refused to release, err LET GO! Being the gentle and amiable tourist from the US of A, what was he to do? Cause an international incident? After a bit of time, he was able to extricate himself from the situation. It was quite fun. And quite a bit different from the Gellert. Years later I ran across a porn that had been filmed inside. Memorable.

LaCueva is more "inter-generational" than "bear" from my experience.

My preferred sweet delicacy when visiting Budapest.

Whether the General Osorio Metro station is/was closed or not, the metro system operates a number of bus lines that are included in your fare. Called Metro Na Superficie. The transfers are good for two hours. INTEGRACAO. So you can hop on one of the Metro buses going towards a station, bop around and then board a metro or vice versa. Price currently is 3.50Reais. Lines go to Cosme Velho for the ride up Corcovado, ditto to Urca and Pao de Acucar, from Siqueira Campos to Gavea and Barra da Tijuca. On the north side out to Jacarepagua from Del Castilho/Shopping Nova America(and close to Norte Shopping where there is even a Sam's Club.)

I don't think America did get it right. I liked Angie Miller. Kat McPhee had a great set of pipes. And I can never forget the mess that was the week when Jennifer Hudson and LaToya London were in the bottom two. The year that Fannie won.

I cringed just thinking about this movie. Although the lead's German accent was hardly noticeable.

I hate to give out any recommendation, but the best and least expensive method, with the largest variety is definitely http://www.aluguetemporada.com.br/ Many of the renters do speak English. Initial contact is often via e-mail as many do not want a ton of phone calls. Also, do not be afraid that prices are not listed. Down here, the lessors want flexibility depending on supply and demand. Also the strength of the market and booking interest. And one needs the willingness to bargain and the balls to offer the price that you wish to pay. But right now in the state of Rio de Janeiro there are over 4500 listings. In the Metro Rio area, 2488 at the moment to wade though. Copacabana with 989 and Ipanema with 439.

If you do choose to visit Bonsucesso and take a ride on the "teleferico", make a point of carving out a bit more time and climb or take the funicular up the hill to the Igreja da Penha. It is just about due east from the international airport at Galeao, historic and an incredible view from up on top.

I was by the cable cars before they were finished, I need to make it back to Bonsucesso once more. They start at the Praca Das Nacoes. Plaza of the Nations. Definitely not like the UN Plaza in NYC. Many of the streets in the area are named after different countries. Similarly Vila Valqueire has many streets with the names of flowers. It is all kind of fun to guess the translations. Rio cable car serves shantytown residents and offers tourists a view of their world (Felipe Dana/ Associated Press ) - In this May 10, 2013 photo, homes are lit at night as cable-cars move commuters over the Complexo do Alemao complex of shantytowns in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. The cable-car system linking six of its hilltops over a 3.5-kilometer (2.3-mile) route has become a popular tourist attraction. CAPTION 0 Share to Facebook Share on Twitter Add to PersonalPost Save to Kindle Share via Email Print Article More By Associated Press, Updated: Monday, May 13, 12:35 PM RIO DE JANEIRO — Tiana Martins stepped gingerly into the red cable-car gondola, giggling from nerves as the doors slid shut, the ground dropped precipitously beneath her feet and she sailed off over the conglomerate of bare-brick shacks that is the Alemao complex of shantytowns. Three years ago, the communities below made national news as law enforcement swarmed up their narrow alleyways, sending drug dealers who’d long controlled the area scurrying. Millions watched the dramatic scenes on television. Now, with “police pacification units” established within Alemao’s 13 favelas as part of a state-wide public security plan, the previously impenetrable community is open to visitors. And a remarkable cable-car system linking six of its hilltops over a 3.5-kilometer (2.3-mile) route has become a popular tourist attraction. Of the nearly 12,000 people on average who ride it every day, fully 65 percent on weekends and 36 percent on weekdays are not from Alemao. Most are visitors like Martins, a Rio native who was curious about a side of her own city she’d never glimpsed. But foreigners are also signing up for the half-hour round-trip ride into — or at least over — a world they’d only heard of on news reports. Danish tour guide Rasmus Schack was visiting Alemao and taking the cable car for the first time to gauge whether future tours here would be a good idea — and he liked what he saw. “You can see that the locals really appreciate that people are coming here to visit, and that could have a positive impact for them in the future,” he said. “Maybe they could have local guides, more businesses focusing on the visitors. It’s very interesting, and it is an opportunity for them as well.” Chatter on board the gondola on a recent Saturday soon revealed that all on board had come expressly to ride the 10-person cable-cars and get to know this long-forsaken part of Rio. Soon after the fire-engine-red cab took off, Martins forgot her jitters about the height and began to gawk at the view, pointing out Rio de Janeiro’s landmarks to her husband and two boys as she stood up and snapped photos with her iPad. “How beautiful!” she said as the Penha church, perched atop a 111-meter (364-foot) sheer granite boulder, came into view. Her husband, Tiago de Melo, and another couple began calling out the sights: to the left, the airport, and beyond it, the Guanabara Bay, a liquid silver mirror reflecting the few clouds above. In the distance, the craggy mountains of the Orgaos mountain range cut a jagged outline against the blue. To the right was the massive Christ the Redeemer statue, soaring on its own hilltop, and then the great floating arches of Stadium Rio, a 46,000-person stadium popularly known as Engenhao. Just as interesting was the view that spread out below. Before the cable cars, Alemao was not only off-limits because of armed dealers from Comando Vermelho (Red Command) keeping guard. It was also inaccessible because navigating it required something no outsider had: an intimate knowledge of the landscape, an immense stretch of unfinished, flat-roofed brick houses set in a maze-like configuration over the Serra da Misericordia (Mercy Mountains). Now, life in Alemao is laid out in full view. Soaring over the roller-coaster of hills, passengers in one of the 152 gondolas can look down on women hanging laundry or chatting on corners, and on children playing on the rooftops, running through the streets or flying kites. In one of the few open spaces, a game of soccer was drawing cheers from onlookers. The scent of barbecue wafted up, along with various beats from stereos turned up loud to get the weekend going: samba, forro, funk, and at times a cacophony of all these combined. At the last station, called Palmeiras, visitors and locals stop by stands selling locally-made crafts and souvenirs, while barbecue and beer sellers also do brisk business. The price for a ride, kept at a very low 50 cents at first, has now gone up to $2.50 for visitors. But they’re still 50 cents for residents, who also have the right to two free rides a day. And while public transportation elsewhere in Rio is unpredictable at best, the cable car stations are organized and clean, with well-ordered lines and uniformed greeters who make sure patrons get on and off safely. But the best aspect of riding the cable car is the sense of place it provides, intimate and distant at once, said rider William Andreas Wivel, in Rio from Denmark for an internship. “It is a visually amazing experience — aesthetically very beautiful,” he said. “It’s like being in a bus or a train, very safe, but you get close up, you see how people live.” ___ If You Go... CABLE CAR OVER RIO’S ALEMAO SHANTYTOWN: Operates daily, Monday-Friday 6 a.m. to 9 p.m., and Saturday-Sunday and holidays, 8 a.m. to 8 p.m.. Rides for non-locals, $2.50 one way. GETTING THERE: Main cable car station is located at Bonsucesso. You can get there by taxi; by metro to Central do Brasil, then by train to Vila Inhomirin; or by any number of buses to Praca das Nacoes, also Praca Paul Harris, in the Bonsucesso neighborhood

I have to try and download all of the episodes of GUYS WITH KIDS. Jesse Bradford has always been my dream bottom. Sitcom humor doesn't translate well down here.

I didn't get it either and I always thought I had a wired/wiered/weird sense of humor, so.... Think the title heading is misleading. I came here thinking I was going to read up on ObamaCare as I am seriously thinking of returning to the US as I have with some heart issues that some cardiologists here in Rio de Janeiro have had difficulty in diagnosing. Makes me kind of nervous. Don't really want to die yet. Obama dancing.................................................................... funny. Connecting Obama dancing to ObamaCare heading......not funny.

State of Rapture, perhaps?

After just viewing ZERO DARK THIRTY, this is wonderful reading. Thanks.

Sorry. I can think of lots better fantasies, true food porn for me: #1: Some sweet soul bringing me a couple kilos from Sprungli of their creme fraiche-filled truffes du jour. #2: Ice cream taster for the day at Haagen-Dazs or Ben and Jerry's. #3: Porterhouse with all the sides from Peter Luger. #4: Being let loose for a grazing orgy in the food hall at KaDeWe. and my oldest B&D fanstasy of thirty years - quite, quite sick, I know! #5: Being tied to a chair, my mouth forced open and placed under the spout where the raw egg,frozen custard from Kalt's in Milwaukee slowly oozes out of the spot and then relentlessly slides down my gullet. But to top off the fantasy, only on a day when they are having fresh raspberry, blueberry or cherry.

Boy, What a shocker. Not a clue. But what a well-scripted and directed end-of-the-season episode. I loved the two long tracking shots during the episode. Producers don't usually throw around the extra bucks like that for episodic TV. At least one soul noticed. And when Alicia opened the door at the end, I almost crapped my panties.

Master the fast When Brad Pilon, a major guru of the IF diet, dropped out of his job in the supplement industry to attend graduate school, his goal was to create the ultimate diet. He was astonished to learn the key to longevity was to regularly skip eating. He developed what's since become the main reference title of IF followers: 'Eat Stop Eat'. It's updated annually, and it recommends two 24-hour fasts a week. But it's by no means the only protocol in the world of fasting. While most IF adherents have their own method for restricting food, the most popular seems to be skipping breakfast, which allows you to include sleep in your fasting cycle. If you eat dinner by 9 p.m., for example, all you need to do is skip breakfast and then resume eating at 1 pm for a solid 16-hour fast, or push it longer. "Fat loss starts happening at about 12 to 13 hours and plateaus around 18 hours," says Pilon, who also has a master's in human biology and nutritional science from the University of Guelph in Ontario. Though we've been told for years to fuel up before working out, IF loyalists report that doing strength training midfast provides them with more energy than they would have had if they'd eaten breakfast. It does take some getting used to, however. You're essentially switching fuel sources from glucose to ketone molecules, and your body becomes more efficient at doing so over time – something IF advocates call being keto-adapted. It's like tapping into a tank of different fuel, and people report having greater concentration while burning ketones. As with so many things in the health sphere these days, what's old seems to be what's new. Many of the world's great religions call for fasting regimens; Socrates was a fanatical proponent; and Benjamin Franklin may have said it best: "To lengthen thy life, lessen thy meals."