Fringe is my favorite TV series so far. Just discovered that the observer shows up in every episode in a different place, and I was so proud that I spotted him at the audience of American Idol. Was truly a bizarre moment, one of that moments where fantasy and reality clashes in doubt and amazement. Is really cold here in Rio and I'm avoiding the urge to download the rest of the episodes to see them before. I don't quite like to download TV shows, it's not because of some ethical thing, I don't know, my torrent software looks so slow. I like to write when is cold, maybe that's why there are so many writers in cold places and so many surfers in hot places. Maybe the cold weather helps you become more introspective, lost in inner thoughts and ideas. I would love to have this kind of fluid mind all day long, and write, joining words and ideas, playing with the rhythm of the words and sentences and paragraphs and pages. Just creating mental images of wonders. I have this image of silver skyscrapers raising in the middle of green flourishing gigantic forests. So beautiful...