You can eat, drink, exercise, shower, play, buy and sell stuff and more on Avenida Atlântica and on Copacabana Beach.
The 15-minute subway trip from Cardeal Arcoverde to Cinêlandia is barely long enough to realize that you’re not just travelling from one neighbourhood to another but stepping into a different world.
Starting a new life in a land where none of your ancestors even set foot on kind of messes you up permanently.
Online gambling in most countries across the world remains a contentious issue. There are some…
Of all the dangers I’m supposedly facing in Rio de Janeiro, it’s the old ladies walking their dogs I fear the most.
We spent Christmas Eve walking along the beach, getting soaked and drying between downpours.
The next day, we took the subway to the Terminal Rodoviário do Tietê, São Paulo’s bus terminal. Fuck. It did look like the Guangdong train station before Chinese New Year.
The first thing you’ll notice during the 40-minute taxi ride from the airport is that you won’t get to explore all of São Paulo—it’s huge.
So, why on earth are we starting the trip in São Paulo? Pure masochism?
Mark is possibly the only kid who was picked up from school early on an otherwise perfectly ordinary Wednesday to take a ten-hour flight straight to the Southern hemisphere.
This year, Christmas started with a lie. I went off script.
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Last September’s tornado acted as a premonitory allegory of fall.
Parents are often asked if they start feeling like a mother and a father the second they see their newborn—does a kid feel like his parents’ child the moment he is held for the first time?
All week long, I’ve been taking photos of a few typical December scenes around Ottawa with my cellphone. This is what the city looks like right now.
Every year, for four to six months, life in Canada is full of big and small winter struggles. Here are ten situations you’re probably familiar with if you’ve ever considered using the car trunk as a freezer.
Involuntarily, I paid $50 to be introduced to online porn at the age of 35. Fuck me (no, not literally…)
I spent most of September and October working on a very long assignment I’d call the “Inuit project”. “The who?” my mom asked when I mentioned the workload that was keeping me awake until ungodly hours.
Some people can handle cold weather, some people can’t. Clearly, I can’t. I don’t even like ice in my drinks.
Parent-teacher meetings are this week. We have the 9:00-9:10 slot. Should be a fun 10 minutes.
I’m a freelancer. Not only there’s no guarantee I’ll get assignments, but there’s always a small risk I won’t be paid. Illegal, sure, but who’s looking forward to a legal battle?
Blogging seems to be so yesterday. In this day and age, you argue on Twitter, show your flawless lifestyle on Instagram and spread the word on Facebook.
My friend’s kid is going as a giraffe. Mark is “Georgie”, the first kid murdered by Pennywise the clown in “It”. Clearly, I failed at parenting.