Today is my great-grandmother's 100th birthday. One. Hundredth.
She's seen both World Wars, the entire Brazilian dictatorship, she has heard about the Titanic sink breaking news.
And now she is actually healthier (and saner) than my grandmother. Last year she taught me how to bake bread in a wood oven.
Makes you wonder.
Will I ever get to see 2083?
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Monday, January 01, 2007
Off with his head!
Happy new year everybody.
Last night I realized that not only do I hate to lose a game (not The Game, which I've just lost), but the feeling comes much more bitter if it's against someone way better than me. I swear it's not gibberish.
I was playing Tranca, some sort of Canasta/Buraco crossover. It feels like Buraco with steroids. Anyway, it's a game of memorizing, just like buraco, only several times faster. And I got pwned.
I played with my girlfriend's cousins, who have played the damn game their entire lives in casinos and championships. It felt awful. The interesting thing about it is that I also played Buraco with some kids there, and lost too. But it didn't feel so violent.
(before you start thinking that I'm an awful player, let it be noticed that I did win most of the games I played. None of them was Tranca, though.)
I guess I'm just not ready to deal with my own incompetence. Maybe it's just pride, or my ego was scratched, but the bottom line is: if it gets to me so much, then I may be in need of some acceptance lessons, or i'll never get my thesis written.
Note: the Wikipedia pages linked above are terrible. Don't take the games as they are explained there. Maybe I'll make some adjustments to them later.
Last night I realized that not only do I hate to lose a game (not The Game, which I've just lost), but the feeling comes much more bitter if it's against someone way better than me. I swear it's not gibberish.
I was playing Tranca, some sort of Canasta/Buraco crossover. It feels like Buraco with steroids. Anyway, it's a game of memorizing, just like buraco, only several times faster. And I got pwned.
I played with my girlfriend's cousins, who have played the damn game their entire lives in casinos and championships. It felt awful. The interesting thing about it is that I also played Buraco with some kids there, and lost too. But it didn't feel so violent.
(before you start thinking that I'm an awful player, let it be noticed that I did win most of the games I played. None of them was Tranca, though.)
I guess I'm just not ready to deal with my own incompetence. Maybe it's just pride, or my ego was scratched, but the bottom line is: if it gets to me so much, then I may be in need of some acceptance lessons, or i'll never get my thesis written.
Note: the Wikipedia pages linked above are terrible. Don't take the games as they are explained there. Maybe I'll make some adjustments to them later.
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