There were little kids dancing and hopping around, which is what we all wish we were doing.

Samba! Bossa Nova! I grew up on Jobim and Mendes... it's nice to see the rest of the world catch up and catch on to how. much. fun. this music is.

Of course, having a BLT does wonders for my outlook.
Samba+bacon=happiness
mmmmmm (hey, everything's better with bacon)

My poor neighbors upstairs...they're going to get an earful of Brasileiro when I get home this afternoon! You really should buy it. It's the CD you put on when you commence with your big Spring Cleaning Day! and crank it up as loud as possible, and dance around because winter is over and it's time to *move*!!!

Or, that's just me.

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On the complete and opposite other hand, check out HBO's adaptation of Margaret Edson's prize-winning play 'Wit'. It stars Emma Thompson, and is one of a handful of movies that reduces me to a sad, sobbing mess because of what is *not* said.

It's soooo sad.

It's soooo good. You have to see it. Just have some Kleenex handy.

I was killing time before a dinner picnic, and flipped past it. It was right next to Spiderman, but I couldn't stop watching Wit. I knew it was coming--my chin started doing its impression of a tall jello tower, so I flipped over to Willem Defoe. It didn't help, or stop the wobbling. I knew what was coming...and I admitted defeat and sobbed uncontrollably as Emma Thompson lay on the bed, broken, near death, and without hope while an old friend read her The Runaway Bunny.

Find the movie, watch it.