warm anecdotes

i forgot to mention that bullfrogs croak every time i receive a message and cars leave noise streaks turning around a bend each call i receive. my alarm is very soothing, and it is easy to be at dinner for three hours. i don't believe in germiness and have started a poor sink habit. mike knows. i saw my first telo (loove hotels), and it had a huge sculpture of a disproportionate naked woman fingering the flowers in front of her. i have been so sleeeepy here and so sore. i will probably eat a lot of alfajores today with fruit dipped in dulche de leche.

astronomy cast

i'm listening to the books in one universe falling asleep in a chair.
i'm in a chair sleeping listening to the books in universe, one.
to the books i'm listening, falling asleep in a chair, in one universe.
i wish i knew everything about the books and stars and were fearless. the bugs are big. big are the bugs.

the pre-bedtime recap post

I need to write this in Spanish to make up for lost practice. I will then translate.
Hola internet,
Hoy fue muy bueno pero deseo que no estuve cansada. Es muy dificil a escribir en un otra lengua ahora porque mi ingles es tan terrible como mi espanol. Me duele mi cuerpo mucho hoy porque de la noche pasada. Fui a una fiesta de Couchsurfing y conoci muchas personas de muchas paises blehblehbleh. Los chicos son insistentes y de Caracas, Buenos Aires, Mexico City, y Panama City. Muchos besos que no quiero. Fui a otros bares despues de la fiesta en San Telmo con un model de Panama y un chico homosexual del norte de carolina. blehblehbleh
Este manana estaba baracha asi, y no me gusta este mucho. Come con el grupo de mi programa. Entonces fuimos al centro de la gobierno en la cuidad: Casa Rosada y etcetc. We travelled to the port neighborhood which is full of brick and free of trash. A giant ecological reserve of this strangely unkempt yet ruly brush sits alongside of the streets and sprawls for blocks that would otherwise be used in support of urbanization. A metal flower sculpture suddenly blooms beyond the vast expanse of nature. It might be my favorite sculpture without even considering the ambiguity of artistic worth of a sculpture. If it is functioning, it opens with the sunrises and closes with the sunset.
I went to the cemetary with a girl from Pennsylvania and another from Malaysia. Some of the tombs are bashed into, many of them have fresh flowers sitting on the platforms behind the glass. The cemetary is almost like a little town with tiny homes for the dead. The concept behind these burials is so perplexing considering the thought process behind creating eternal homes when the majority of living lack homes of their own. Some of the caskets are readily accessible, and I was tempted to open the door but did not for fear of an unshakable curse, not being in favor with the androgynous angels, large bugs and sleeping cats hanging out in the shadows disturbed by my meddling hand. There were little paw prints on top of some of the visible unkept caskets which was so lovely. Cats are must not be self aware afterall and/or fear not often unless in cases when their survival is threatened. I did knock on one of the caskets for good measure. My favorite epitaph read: !Papa! Nunca no fue. Siempre aca existara por eterna. I wish more people talked to the animals. It's a very natural way of connecting with your surroundings! Duh. Many people wake up every day and talk to the sun. It is not a conversation in the traditional sense, but does someone have to be verbally speaking to you to be engaged in a dialogue or exchange? I don't think so.
This is what I am thinking about before my head hits the pillow. As you paint this picture will you tell me what's going on in your mind? It is the only thing I think about anymore. My mind will surely also return to the scary man in the street who hid behind the corner when he saw us group of girls sticking his hands in his pants and running back out from his corner to continue with his business while watching us pass. If he popped out of the cemetary, I believe my worst fear of the locale would have been realized. I can't speak in English anymore right now. Good night mooon. Good night internet.

me duele mi cabeza

Lots of people told me I spoke Spanish very well. I'm just more nervous during the daylight, I suppose.
I might throw up on this bus trip. My head is killing me right now, and I just want to go back to sleep. I have to walk 20 blocks to get there now.
I might be a model in Argentina, or I can pass out fliers because I am cute. I was solicited a fair amount last evening.
Plus I met so many people! Mmm ouchouchouch

as seen on charles's wall

i've started a tradition of eating an alfajor every day. it is the most delicious cookie/moonpie ever. it is afternoon sex's substitute. i'm going to a fabulous party full of empanadas and argentine pizza and foreigners from across hemisheres equators rivers county lines and so on to celebrate someones birthday. isnt that pretty? i found charles bukowski one block away from me, and it is my bedtime story. ham on rye has somehow become my midnight snack, and it was you who introduced it to me. i wish you were here. although so much of the people in my world down here are being robbed, so i'm glad you are not being robbed or held up at gunpoint. we should go to mexico sometime and buy some chic bullet proof gear as seen on nyt. then we can go to rio and not worry so much.
i am memorizing facts about obscure countries in the world, snacking on strips of zanahorias, radichetas, y repollas before i go to my first couch surfing event. i couldn't be more excited. i need to couchsurf south america asap. step one advance.
i need an alfajor. also i went into the supermarket across the store with 20 pesos for 3 bottles of wine, and i think the fact that what i owed was exactly 20 pesos is a good omen.
there are so many things happening this week.
i'm sneaking into manu chao this weekend and visiting the underground tunnels of mansions and picketing and sunbathing in the plazas watching children juggle.

impromptu city

Yesterday included an accidental tour of the city, and there were lots of beaaautiful parts. After entering the bus on the wrong street and not remembering the protocol of colectivo use since it was another first for me, we were an hour and a half away from where we should have been. I saw a lot of lush greenery, a giant diner with a huge neon flamingo out front, ditzy chicks, and a beautiful little barrio of Buenos Aires I do not know the name of. It was full of mansions and teenier houses painted beautiful colors with jungles and forests and oh my tea is done!
The barrio had the cutest nurseries and little kid-friendly shops and happy babies in strollers passing storefronts full of delicous baked goods and brain enhancing things and stickers. I was giggling because we had been on the bus for 2 hours at this point, and it was so lovely. Two little girls were making fun of us and whispering with their little shiny, bright rain jackets, and I couldn't have imagined a better way of spending a rainy afternoon. I love being fallible.
Today was also lovely, and I nearly cried again because everything was so beautiful. We went to Plaza San Martin and took pictures with the united buddy bears that have been touring the world since 2004. The United Buddy Bears: http://www.buddy-baer.com/
I met 1/2 of the couple responsible for this, and I was so happy to meet him I didn't want to let go of his hand. Oh I love people doing beautiful things! I also had a yummy cookie just before this and hadn't thought the day could get any better so quickly.
I also talked to lots more lovely people today, and I am bubbling over with optimism. I popped into a book shop on the way home and found something wonderful and popped into the supermarket and found wine wonderful, and now my window is calling my feet to come dangle. I am answering the call. Chau chau chau, as they say.

my wildest dreams of becoming an intern and getting established

I will be able to dress up like a professional and act like a professional if I do the UN internship for enforcing The International Declaration of Human Rights or if I do the internship that involves teaching people how to read and write or do other physical activities. I would be no good at teaching them how to do anything be read and write. I need those other physical activity classes.
I might join a girl's soccer team that will be gratis, and I am getting headway into learning how to find a person to give me horseback riding lessons a few times a month.
There are more fun looking people in the program than I thought. I learned what a fractura is and that that is the kind of receipt I need to get a refund from the government rather than have to pay for things I didn't know I had to declare.
I need to learn how to get to Peru.
I have been waking up to mate, CCR's "Bad Moon Rising" on my alarm clock widget, and a piece of fruit.
The yellow wall in the living room/dining room is feeding on me and I on it. It is my vortex and my sunnn. I will find friends that will either understand me or pretend that they do or both. I need to find some authentic Argentine music as most of what I have heard is terrible American music before going to the market. I can't wait to watch Disney in Spanish while I eat either.