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Vertigo, Goths, and Snowflakes
This is another Quickie 💦 with Angelo
A preface: I’ve got new subscribers, most from the Brazilian newsletter group. Welcome! The Revelry has three main issues:
The Revelry: longer articles with more profound reflections
Quickie (this one): shorter, focused on my life as a Brazilian developer-writer-designer living in Munich, Germany
Moanin’: a separate section just for music-related texts. It’s still new, so there’s not much to say about it more than “it’s going to be great”.
Since last year, I have had a vertigo crisis every three months. I had it again, and I’m investigating how to treat it. I even did an MRI to see if they could find anything wrong with my brain, and, to my surprise, they found nothing. Not even a brain!
I kid, I kid. There’s nothing wrong with my brain — even though anxiety created a thousand different scenes, most of them with a deadly brain disease.
Vertigo is a bitch. It doesn’t hurt, but sometimes I’d rather have pain than feel everything spinning and have so much nausea. On the first day of this iteration of the vertigo crisis, it took me three minutes from waking up to hugging the toilet.
As I don’t know the reason for this crisis — I visited a general practitioner, then an ear-specific doctor, and now a neurologist is studying my case — I take regular nausea medicine and get in a very, and I mean VERY, bad mood.
I don’t want to write any newsletter article when I’m in such a mood.
I’d love to blame my vertigo crisis on other issues in my life, but I can’t. Apart from work, this is the main thing I couldn’t do these last few days. Sorry, readers.
Now I feel better. So, I’m back with another quickie.
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These dizzy days made me think about changing (again) this newsletter. I’m not seeing much growth, and my open rate is not reasonable, so I’ll send… fewer emails. Instead of the regular 2x a week — one issue of The Revelry and another Quickie, with the occasional Moanin’ — I will agree on just one issue a week.
This is sad for me, as I love to share more and more with you all, but as I’m not having much interaction — likes, comments, sharing, etc. — I’m afraid of the good and old “why the fuck am I doing this?” feeling.
I prefer to make these changes while I’m still motivated to continue writing.
Expect a The Revelry issue next week, 20th December.
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I watched Wednesday, and I have some feelings about it. Even though it’s very entertaining, some story choices bothered me a lot. The last episode is a series of unsavoury plates: expected plot twist as an entreé, Deus Ex Machina as the main course, and the obligatory cliffhanger at the end.
The unbalanced mix of supernatural and detective tropes bothered me — some choices look like plot devices when they could have been excellent additions to the universe — and the college setting could have been better used (especially thinking about the students' powers).
The cast is fantastic — no one will be a better Gomez than Raúl Juliá, but Luis Guzmán gets close enough. Casting Christina Ricci — the Wednesday from the 90s movies — is a genius move, and I think I’m in love with Emma Myers — Enid, the werewolf roommate.
Wednesday is an excellent addition to a great series — I highly recommend watching the first two 90s movies, as they still are funny, creative, and captivating — but I hope it brings more than just gimmicks to the next season.
And, please, for the love of god, redo this meme.
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I finished House of the Dragon, the prequel to Game of Thrones, and can say without a doubt: it’s better than The Rings of Power.
They are very different, of course, but the Targaryen story got me way harder. I’m actively looking forward to the next season, while I’m just slightly curious about Rings's continuity.
Still in the world of fantasy: I’m reading the third book of the Mistborn saga by Brandon Sanderson. The first book was great, and the second was not that good, but still good. The third is a whopping 800-page volume, and I’m amazed how I read 54% and am still very interested in whatever is happening.
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It’s my first winter in Germany, and I do not hate it. I would be lying if I said I love it, but hate is a strong word.
Do I like the wet and cold snow that melts and turns into ice, making everything slippery? No.
Do I like the chilling wind blowing in my face unannounced, making me feel like a thousand needles were cutting me? No.
Do I like the many layers of clothing piling up on my body, a jacket on top of a jacket on top of a jacket? No.
Even with all of that, it’s not that bad. It’s manageable — better than a 40-degree heat, with the sun punishing you with waves of intense heat and without being able to flee from the claws of mormaço and hot, dripping sweat.
I found out the worst is not the cold; it’s the lack of sun. I’m drafting a Revelry article about that soon and hope I can publish it here before the winter ends.
While that doesn’t happen, why don’t you read
’s story about Germany (far from Africa) and their relationship with Lions (native to Africa)? It’s in Brazilian Portuguese only, so sorry, English speakers.
That’s all for today. Thanks for reading!