on mangosteen...

sitting here in my dad's office with my brother as he dutifully studies his Portuguese in prep of his forthcoming (next tuesday) expedition to Rio de Janeiro Brazil...go James...wait...how do you say December in Portuguese?... Dezembro...!!! he emphatically replies...bravo jamsey cakes...

this afternoon after we returned a DVD copy of Da Ali G Show to my Theo Nick in Moraga my brother took me on an adventure into the architechturally idiosyncratic community (artists?) of Canyon Hills on the Moraga/ Oakland hills border...this place is amazing...i've never heard of it let alone been before...and for someone who prides himself on his Bay Area knowledge ad nauseum (my tours of the area are the best a la' John Greiner in KCMO) i was surprised to find a neighborly conclave as eye candy friendly as secluded... strange moss covered bric a brac mansions next to geodesic domes next to mud huts next to log cabins next to hobbit holes next etc etc etc...a keeper (and i wish i had a picture)...a huge 3 story house/cabin/mansion seemingly constructed out of discarded/rusted industrial metal, molded oak planks and car parts...to top it off a huge rain soaked/ fog weighted American Flag draped over the entire front of the house...amazing!!!...this community is surrounded by miles of unspoiled canyon watersheds...virtually inaccessable to anyone not on a bike or an off road vehicle (the latter of which we had)...one of the coolest things was that even though we were tresspassing on private property the people who spotted us just waved and smiled...a lovely friday afternoon...

hey James, tell me something else in Portugeuse please...
James: voce pode encontrar uma cabine telefonica!!!

...which means something...