adaptation

All I'm saying is, don't try to cram a rigid life into a fluid existence.

I just got back from the Banda Oriental, also called Uruguay, which is just as action-packed and wacky as it sounds. Montevideo is an odd and pleasant place; it has a very profound forgotten, resigned kind of feel to it, like time just stopped there in the 70s. I also went to this incredible -really, incredible- little placed called Cabo Polonio that was recommened by an Argentine friend. It's pretty much an old fishing village, tiny, isolated, next to a huge colony of sea lions, and surrounded by desolate, wonderful beaches. Quite a place.

Uruguay me cayó muy bien. Now I'm back in BsAs...for only THREE DAYS. *sound of head exploding*

I just got back from the Banda Oriental, also called Uruguay, which is just as action-packed and wacky as it sounds. Montevideo is an odd and pleasant place; it has a very profound forgotten, resigned kind of feel to it, like time just stopped there in the 70s. I also went to this incredible -really, incredible- little placed called Cabo Polonio that was recommened by an Argentine friend. It's pretty much an old fishing village, tiny, isolated, next to a huge colony of sea lions, and surrounded by desolate, wonderful beaches. Quite a place.

Uruguay me cayó muy bien. Now I'm back in BsAs...for only THREE DAYS. *sound of head exploding*

Only three weeks left! Damnit, Argentina. I like you. A lot.

Por tanto que me enojes, por tanto que nunca voy a entenderte, por más que seas tan argentino...a ti te vuelvo un día, te prometo!

I'm coming to Hendrix the end of the first week in December.

warm nights, generalized tension...

The end of the semester, subtes are on strike, frustrated crowds attacking stricking train workers, tormentas isoladas, ELECTIONS ON SUNDAY, bombs at US businesses, 35 pages to write in two weeks (less!), mobilization for the Cumbre de los Américas en Mar del Plata on my birthday, inflation at the grocery store, bichitos all over, algo de nublosidad for the finde, and I still can't figure out who is putting the coke bottle on the electrical box at the end of my block.

Tell me, how's life in the gran hegemon?

Av. Córdoba, marzo '05


Rivadavia y Combate de los Pozos/Riobamba


Mi mate



Filete, Línea 118


Obelisco at night

It's finally getting to be spring! Which means that it's time to sit by the Río de la Plata, read, nap, and drink copious quantities o' mate.

On Tuesday, I start Guay Fest, subir-ing a long-distance colectivo al rumbo de Asunción. Wednsday is Día del estudiante*, which means no clase, and I have no clases on Friday and only one on Thursday, which is quite missable, así que es obviomente a situation that demands I go out exploring (and, of course, the exigencias of no menos de cuatro immenent monografías demand that I take at least a little bit of work with me...bueno, I can sit on the bank of the Río Paraguay, read, and drink massive amounts of tereré. And burn my ass off, because Paraguay is hot, which I am looking forward to, so, so very much). Anyway, I'll be coming back from Cuidad del Este this coming weekend, so it will be a mere taste of Paraguay.

The other half of the Guay fest is, of course, the other Guay, Uru, which will be explored around the middle of October due to similar circumstances to those described above (only more irresponsible of me, because the mentioned monografías will be ever more immenent at that time...en realidad I haven't yet totally decided to travel then, because I'm thinking about just exploring this area, and not going to Patagonia as originally planned, after school is out, because it's just so damn big, and more importantly, so damn cold, which I'm not in the mood to put up with again for a while. But who knows.).

There's a full moon tonight, and the sunset was great, and I think that's about all for right now.





*The number of holidays here is really, truly ridiculous, especially when added to the number of student strikes and maestría strikes. I have no idea how people ever manage to graduate from public (real) universities here.

Springtime is coming! Finally! I spent a lot of Thursday sitting and reading in the sun next to the gigantic titanium flower near my apartment.* The next day I got horribly sick and went to the Hospital Alemán, and I'm still recovering this weekend. I think it's the pollution, but man, I get sick a lot here.

Did you know that Bush is coming to Argentina in November, for the Summit of the Americas? He's not even staying on land, but rather, an aircraft carrier stationed off the coast. There's going to be a one mile security cordon around the conference.

Wow. That's some impressive paranoia.

*Yes!