This is meant as a resource for learning tidbits about Brazilian culture, history, and everyday life.
Keep in mind that oral tradition, slang, and even food vary greatly from area to area. My personal area of "expertise" is from the point of view of someone from the state of Minas Gerais. I also have a YouTube account called PaddySnuffles where i translate songs from Portuguese to English. So check that out too! :)
So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)
Today, while reading "Up, Up, Down" by Robert Munsch to a class of Grade 3s, I taught the kids how to say "Ouch!" in Portuguese (Ai!; pronounced AH-ee).
So for the rest of the story, every time a character said "Ow! Ouch! Ow! Ouch!" they'd replace it with "Ai! Ai! Ai!" in choreographed unison.
They started doing it entirely unplanned yet somehow unanimously.
Beauty comes at a price. And no one knows that better than Ebenezer Tweezer, who has stayed beautiful for 511 years. How, you may wonder? Ebenezer simply has to feed the beast in the attic of his mansion. In return for meals of performing monkeys, statues of Winston Churchill, and the occasional cactus, Ebenezer gets potions that keep him young and beautiful, as well as other presents.
@howiethespacebiker Maned wolves are SUPER chill and shy. It wouldn't even come close if any adults were standing too close for comfort to the food.
This is why in Brazil we don't think of wolves as dangerous -- our only reference is the maned wolf, which is so gentle I was once able to feed a wild one by hand during a nature reserve event when I was 5.
All the grownups had to move away and a single wolf shily edged closer, gently took the meat, and ran back to the rest of the pack.
The only adults who could feed them by hand were he Franciscan monks that fed the wolves every night.
Brazilian taxi drivers would definitely be on New Orleans' side
I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.
My great-grandfather was a journalist who first started in the industry as a typesetter when he was 12.
That is, his job was to put the letters in the correct order to print the newspaper, back when uppercase and lowercase letters were literally kept in the upper case and lower case.
Because of this, he knew a lot about typography.
His first official job as a journalist was to write a piece on... the sinking of the Titanic.
He worked at the same newspaper (Hoje em Dia, a major Brazilian newspaper) until the day he died at 102 years old. When he died, the newspaper added an entire section in the newspaper all about him to honour his work (he was also one of the oldest residents in our city, having lived there since it had barely been established).
For his 100th birthday, he asked for a computer so he wouldn't have to retype everything on the typewriter every time he had a typo.