Thursday, April 30, 2009

a+a+a+
for the last week or so i've been emitting this weird, hot city smell that has probably arisen from una mezcla of things including but not limited to: sewage release from the sink and/or toilette, too much meat and bread, perspiring people in the subte station, bus emissions, and a phat attitude. all of that green, algae ... no, all of that toxic wastey should be glittering but instead prickles all over a girl so far away from a world of regularly away from fresh scents. this is how i feel at the end of the day, and it's one of those it was hot but now it's cold and shift change moments your physical presence becomes more clear.
i ate tongue today. i got an a+ today. i fell down today. hard and fast. my shoes slipped faster than you could say hasta luego, and before i knew it i went down diagonally on diagonal norte. i suppose i am a diagonal sort of girl. today was the prelude worker's march to tomorrow's more intense, somehow, worker's demonstration. i'm not exactly sure how to predict what more intense might look like since today's marches went from 9 o'clock this morning and are still going here and there and blocked off about a million thoroughfares. tomorrow i shall participate if for but a brief time among other things.
i cannot wait to be in the desert soon where it is dry and you can breathe cactus prickles instead of icky prickles. i think i have changed my mind about my nose piercing unless i decide to do it on a whim because the desire has already come on a whim and left. it just wasn't a lasting whim like they are never.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

and actually what i want more than most things is what i want to see and feel and taste and express, and all of those are always reachable even if they are not always real right now. i'm starting to understand people a lot better, and with some people that means i shut down because i don't want what i know might come of it. this doesn't have to make perfect sense, but it becomes clearer to me what i need to return to and what i don't need more of. yesterday during the earth day festivities after passing something tasty around, i realized i wanted nothing more than a bowl of green beans, more heavy metal, and space to roam around in. today i got my bowl of green beans and a clear nose, and that is how things progress.
there is only one more week left of pocho, which is really frustrating. more beauty follows, but the little one must leave. maybe i can visit him in the shelter until he finds a home, but that is me knowing what i won't soon realize and knowing it is knowing it and doing it still. sometimes benches and rocking chairs are not as good as you think they are before you sit down, and sometimes they are just the best. and sometimes though you have work to do, it's just not the right time because you have a kitten doing wheelies on your lap and work will always be there but wheeling kittens won't.
something else that occurred to me during the earth day festivities in the park is that i hope rock music to the backdrop of planet earth clips is a lasting trend.
nose pierced this week. hummingbird later. it's just something i want to gooo through.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

setting out to the desert in 6 days. i can't wait to not be in the apartment again. more and more i am feeling inhibited ball walls and some people and some schedules and some street walks and failed meetings, but that is like today. the buen dia festival is all afternoon in celebration of the planet, and i'm going to start it by finding a glass bottle of coke, a cheesy burger, papas fritas, and an oreo alfajor. somehow food, here, is my constant measurement. perhaps it always is. a good day is navigated by what from where and how. there was a walk to an art circuit that didn't exist. these things always happen when there are other back=ups that have passed. it's too bad loopyness can't always be here, you see, because loopyness makes the days go round.
goals for rest of the weekend follow, human rights film festival, brazilian film festival, earth day, book fair, mataderos fair outside of the city, and maybe a park or two. off to add and cross aforementioned!

Friday, April 24, 2009

faster my friends the old world is behind you.
the landlord has transformed into a scary villain, and i hope our communication avenues can repair themselves swiftly. everything is a play but very importantly improv is whistling above the curtains. the kitten has been neutered, and i have never quite heard him make sounds, only squiggle his bum, but he squeaked a suffering squeak. it is frustrating not to be able to keep things around when you are rather fond of them, but i suppose i must get better at not being able to.
salsa with missa was very silly, and i am glad i shook my grumpiness of yesterday to the floor. i am just terrible at remembering dance steps and coordinating with my feet in time to the music. the man who taught liked to burst into song and rub his nipples, and neither of us knew if that was okay. more lines blurred. i was chatty with a taxi driver who ended up changing my hundred for a fake, but luckily friends saved the day. friends always do.
i went to hecho bs.as. yesterday, and i would like to emulate all of the everything about it. it was in this old decrepit building near the port, and it makes you feel like you are in the new old world. the writers and editors wear bright plaid things or layered colorful things and flower hair things and high ankled sneaker things, all aglow with spunk. from what i gather, i will help the vendors with any problems and maybe do some art projects. i wish i could go there every day, and i have decided to spend more time there each week due to how lovely it all is.
tonight there are over 60 art galleries open and a million bright faces to greet and bulbs to turn on, but for now the kitten is wobbling and my head is throbbing and we are going to start a throb-wob revolt against gravity or something practical like that.

Monday, April 20, 2009

i suppose i should say this as well.
friday was adorable and tasty at my favorite restaurant with a smell of hookah most unlike mine. i discovered today the owner came 5 months ago and opened the restaurant 3 months ago. he is something, alright. the night was spent with me witnessing a game of backgammon, talking about tom robbins, nestling, taking about the existence of flakiness, and content indecision for a very long time. i was pleased and torn as i think was the general vibe.
saturday was spent sleeping and having a stir fry with a very important missing ingredient and a pirated dvd that stopped working and sleeping until the wee hours, napping more, and falling asleep early.
sunday was full of what sundays should always be full of, and unless i have a very special reason to bop around the weee hours of the night on saturday, i prefer low-key saturdays to any other kind. the rest of the week i see as being more worthy of spending the twilight hours, and i especially love my sundays. we went to the ecological reserve just a stone's throw away. inside of the park that day: my favorite smiley girl without teeth and a plan, a rock beach that sat upon what is almost the ocean on piles of what used to be and is garbage, roller skaters, yummy snacks, stray pups who run to you in the grass just to lay down by you for a while, some nooks, some jokes, some great analogies.
i discovered my favorite base rhyme is -ap. at least for now. the rest of the day i had another dish that lacked luster that you think would be a companion of creativity, missa, and alex handing out slices of pizza to a milonga in the background. i want sunday backkkk
i'm taking on the smell of vinegar on a monday, and the sound of that makes me want to run away from myself. too bad for the dulce de leche that just made its way down my system. i am feeling like running a lot lately, and not necessarily physically. it's something i am metaphorically good at and terrible at simultaneously. it is just like the potato chip that you initially thinks tastes terrible because it has no grease and another bite later you realize it tastes great because it has no grease. i suppose it is the because that always goes afterall.
pocho might have a home soon, i am hoping and not hoping in time as well. there are things happening and not happening all at once and if i had no obstacles i would live meatless, fruitful, and sparkling on a raft full of high kicks and shuffling. i would probably have a flock of flamingos behind me and stray animals that come and go as they please. whenever they hit dry land, i would strap the rollers on to my shoes and become a skater and speak fluently whatever the natives at that spot spoke without studying or a second thought.
hi reality. i'm back, and i smell like vinegar in the fall. i would prefer to read the alchemist on the roof with a beastly kitten but know better.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

my last title

I woke up today knowing that I would wake up and crawl back in a comfy bed with a big comfy wasp of a boy because I am infected, and it lets me nap. But days like these make me circle the block too many times out of confusion, choose the purse I like but don't love, and bat my sleepy eyelashes over a shrugged cup of coffee and a poorly printed package of information of neoliberalism. In a curled palm kind of way, I have a kitten on my lap and too many plans for later to warrant my carelessness, but oh well. The waitress at the cute organic nook around the corner became unfriendly, and I wondered if I smiled too much. Why do I sometimes have to second guess smiling too much? It makes up for when I am on the street and trying to smile too little. I guess I shouldn't smile and be polite at everyone I see and expect them to dig it, but when I am wearing gingham with cute little russian dolls at the bottom that is what I want to be.
Today I especially miss waffles and whipped butter. The world tells me, "too bad." I wish I had darker skin and could pronounce my words properly. I learned today to stop saying that I only speak a little Castellano. I speak more than a little, and I can hold down a simple transaction over the bag that I bought because I couldn't reconcile purchasing the one of higher quality that was larger and oppulent. Also I hope my friend can take Pocho because he is already a tough sell given his body is at the awkward stage between kitten and cat. I have been trying to smoosh an extra pesky flea that keeps taking refuge below his left eye, and I was so close this morning that I thought he was dead. I was wrong. As usual. I simply can't have any more cheesy bread, and I need a bag that I can carry my kilomba around in when I leave the apartment for hours on end. No other bag will do, and I know this. Oh, the mundane silliness of it all! I would prefer to be reading the tao of pooh to this neoliberalism stuff, but Alex is smoking a cigarette in the window, and I can't focus at all, and I am always surrounded by a posse of Alex's or could-be Alex's or should-be Alex's. I am a run-on, but academic run-on's are the worst.

Monday, April 13, 2009

crums and leftovers

I have neither of either. I have, actually, a basket of goodies to share with you, blog folk.
One, this is the perfect gift: 1 lg bathtub with legs, a giant jug of bubble bath and a fizzy ball, 1 bottle of root beer, 1 bottle of fizzy water, 1 electric blue nail polish, 1 peach cigar, 1 box of pore strips, 1 nostalgic watercolor set, 1 book of crosswords, 1 bouquet, and 1 very important tea set.
Two, my favorite way to stroke my ego is by wiggling.
Three, the perfect meal that makes me not hungry and not so bloated is tomatoes stuffed with tuna, and it is important that they exist here in spite of a vicious lack of soup.
Four, I did see mariposas; did I tell you? Did I tell you how they floated and fluttered all about the beach? It was miraculous.
Today I have replaced one ailment with quite another again, and I find house calls the most adorable visits of all. To see your very own doctor come to your very own home with his stethoscope all about his neck and a proud, black briefcase all about his finger tips is a most fine sight indeed.
Yesterday the British fellow at Walrus books told me they had boxes and boxes of new books in storage and to come back soon. He also discovered that we were practically neighbors which is always a most welcome discovery.
After taking a lot of Ibuprofena, I showed Alex the buddy bears in La Plaza San Martin. I have discovered a new bear each time I see them, and they are so sweet. They have the best tummies around, just like the Pooh himself! We walked down the ritzy Alvear, and I suppose my thoughts that Buenos Aires was not enough like Paris to warrant the title of Paris of South America were unfounded. Everything was so lovely and polished and marble and gold and ornate and lush on these streets, and it was a welcome respite from muddy old shabbyness I claim to be so fond of. (And I am.)
The cemetary was closed, but the tree of life in the park across the street never is. To see fig trees so old and enormous means fulfillment. I noticed today the way the museoleums peak out atop the brick fence enclosing the cemetary. Looking at them while church bells clang in the distance with a sooty sky overhead is the most peculiar sensation. We found the national library that appears somewhere between a spaceship, transformer, and oversized submarine. Inside we found brownies, and we ate one.
The subte tunnels have these beautiful mosaics that I never really paid much attention to. I suppose when you get used to them or have no comparisons between ruddier tunnels they seem just so so, but they are not. They are so much better.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

hola chicos!

a stream of thoughts on this pascua from me to you!
highlights:
dessert each day, which means good surprise desserts and not boring old ones. dessert 1: helado de cereza blahblah it was a creamy ice cream full of candy cherries piled on top of a creamy cone on a hot, hot day. dessert 2: peaches with ice cream and whiskey on the rocks to the backdrop of freaky 90s dance new age jams. my favorite was a freaky ballad that kept repeating: so you're in the army now. though when i was trying to recall the beat later it kept being replayed to the horrible tunes of: now you're in the army ooooh a la backstreet boys. dessert 3: black jungle cake full of cherries and a caphariana full of the freshest limes and raw raw sugar.
the dessert is necessary when facing meat land extraordinare which makes me want to mad hurl. i had a second run in with vacio, though alex says i'm a baby now that he knows what it is. at that dinner i made a great friend with a feral cat who needed love and then dropped me after i left him idle for more than 30 seconds. he was regal and the victim of erratic behavior of this really desperate dog trying to start terf wars with him. then i felt really bad for the crazed pup and gave him some grub too. in the end, all of the fatty strips i rolled into a napkin and dropped at the entry way to the patio for the smartest or luckiest animal to enjoy or hoover.
the trip to iguazu was lovely and bizarre. our bus line promises movies, but they are all crappy american movies with subtitles. the first bus played some odd romantic comedy with country songs about finding love and jesus. then they played miss congeniality 2. they had surprise courses of meals and medialunas in the morning. the other bus suddenly had this bizarre ad rapping about pussy in english advertising an energy bar. the lights were off for quite some time at the beginning of the bus ride which made a girl sleepy and then turned on and stayed on abruptly for some time until everyone got off the bus for an impromptu sit down dinner.
the falls were overwhelming, and i'm still thinking about them. tourism is a shame to an extent. it takes so much away from the falls and the area itself for me to even be thinking about the tourism aspect over the falls. we climbed and dodged and stopped and saw and got sprayed by mists of the falls. how can so many falls be in one spot, riddle me that.
my most favorite part of the trip was wandering off the beaten bath after seeing a sign alluding to sculptures. it was downhill in this foresty spot, and all of a sudden a little boy with a pale said "hola! un momento!" and ran to get his keys. he brought his smiley little sister to show us the wood carvings that were made by his brother, and i couldn't have been more enamored with them.
cheese hunting, bye!