meat tooth, sweet tooth

Last night consisted of mystery jamming and smooth rhythms, bird cage swings, and puddle boxes. The cultural center was full of the most beautiful people with lots of faux flowers in their hair. We ate empanadas after the show ended and got confused about an inexplicable offer of an extra plate which was declined.
I fell asleep feeling chirpy and breezy.
Today consisted of a long conversation about linguistics, tango, friends in foreign places, and old English lovers in Spanish on the way to an estancia. We were greeted by baskets of the most delicious empanadas, and then I took my shoes off and ran towards the swings. I wanted to go down the slide, but it was made of wood and a bit wobblier than I would have liked. Sam, Lori, and another girlface tried to spin me clockwise and I defied all logic by not being dizzy. My shoes were still off.
Next I think came handstands and elbow stands, and I'm not sure how Samantha can do the cartwheels and the backflips and the handstands she can do. Anyways she does it, and she does it running and smiling. She also talks about wearing her shoes out on lava rock, and I can't articulate the feeling I get when I hear her refer to lava rock.
An asado in this neocolonial building shortly followed. I ate little Brazilian fish with soft bones in them. They tickled my tongue. There were slices with meat crust and hardboiled eggs with pickled peppers inside. There was midafternoon wine and yummy poached pears with wildly smooth dark chocolate on top. There were giant slabs of meat, and I could only stomach the first roung of pork before declining all else.
I shared some delicious mate surrounded by the first group of boys who weren't outrageous citizens of deuschebagland. I have never been friends with so many girls in my life, really, before this trip. It's nice to know there are worthy boys out there.
We bopped into the farm and saw the Argentine version of ostriches, baby rabbits, loose baby ducks, peacocks, doves, big rabbits, giant guinea pig, baby waby guinea pigs, bunnies in the duck pin, armadillos standing up. Also chickens and turkeys of all different shapes and sizes and colors. There was a deer and a buck. I also made a cat friend who reminded me of Takkun. He was feisty, and I charmed his wily self for just a while. I knew I liked him when he licked my armpit and then bit my elbow. Tough love.
Sam and I ditched bikes and road on the rickshaws that appeared off limits but were embraced and therefore within our limits. I made a Milo and Otis reference that was met with the cutest biggest hug ever. The contraption got stuck a fair amount, and it was hard and bumpy and woozy fun. I liked to jerk around in it, and maybe that means I shouldn't have been steering. Regardless, it was a workout to remember. My face was more flushed than I'd seen it in years upon return. I also successfully rode bikes in the grass, but I couldn't do narrow turns. I stayed up the whole time and was able to start so successfully so often!
I had the sweetest pomegranate seed of all pomegranate seeds and rubbed palm fruit oil all over me and smelled really good for a long time. We spun around really fast and some sang some really awful musical songs that made me happy because they were from musicals (which I had wanted to get into before realizing I don't like most musicals) and partially uncomfortable because they were all songs from my least favorite musicals. I began singing the Addam's family theme song instead. I gave 2 tarot card readings as we passed around the gourd of mate, and I had my day's cigarette.
We are buying thong swimsuits tomorrow to wear on Saturday in Tigre. I am passing up a language exchange once more though it is only 2 blocks from my house. My feet are covered in dirt from running in the mud, and my skin feels hot from the sun. I have to register tomorrow, but not until later in the afternoon which means I can have a lovely morning.
The trip ended with a bus ride listening to The Blow reciting a kids clapping rhyme/game: Sally Walker. The color yellow came up in conversation. I gave myself a quick 3 card tarot spread of: 8 wands (past), 8 cups (present), and knight of cups (future) that couldn't have been any more pertinent to my current lifestyle and couldn't have been more invigorating. Then there was a rainbow, but we hadn't had any rain.
The McDonalds's here really aim for classy, and I oddly dig their uniforms of denim playsuits with embroidered M's on the rear pockets. I am losing my English, and I have noticed I've had to go back and revise some odd errors in entry that stem from me hearing my thoughts in my head and typing with phonemes rather than words. I'm going to think about red crushed velvet suits, the eiffel tower, and cadence now. What a romantic end to a Thursday!

rainy day insights 1

My day began with the doorman telling me it is raining. Yes, check. You should be using an umbrella. Yes, check. No es importante, check. He kissed me on the cheek out of nowhere. Not at a logical starting point, say, as a greeting. Sporadically when I was saying I don't own a paragua. I return to find him once again trying to get me to use the elevator which is wildly unnecessary. I am on my floor, and I find him tucking a paper under someone's door and then following me to my own. He asks me what I'm studying, and he doesn't understand the answer until I explain it very awkwardly, making it sound much more complicated than necessary. I say chau, and then he jolts and boldy whispers "I like you." It might sound cute or sweet, but I disagree. It is unsettling to be told that someone you don't know at all, that works in your building constantly and seems unstable, suddenly expresses affection. I especially don't like how he knows when I am home alone. It will be nice not to come home due to sleepiness next week. As soon as my obligations with the program are over for the day, I need to return home and retire swiftly. I don't want to be nap-girl.
An aside: My landlord is a maneater in a green dress. The woman has so much spunk she can fill a flat tire with it.
Kitty sitting and finding a home for kitty begins this weekend. It will be nice to have a little creature to care for for a short period of time. I will probably be humming "Pocho" all over the city frolicking to and fro. I can hear it now.
I saw the most wonderful show today with (shoutouts to:) Carina and Rose in the most wonderful venue/bar/shop/playground. Afterward we swung on the swings made of cajas (birdcages), and I took my shoes off and dipped my feet in the massive puddle that accumulated in this under the staircase quadrant creation. I kept spinning in the swing and knocking the man talking to Rose, and it was a little awkward.
I'm going horseback riding tomorrow and trying to finalize the logistics of trip number 1: Bolivia. Samantha is going to show me her handstand tricks, and hopefully I won't end the day in Michelle Tanner of Full House fashion. For those of you that reference is lost on, I don't want to fall off the horse after a jump and get an almost fatal concussion.
I made a desperate move today as I really hope I don't get placed into a terrible Spanish class full of fools. I was so sleepy taking the test, and many of the words they used are not in my Spanish vocabulary. Didactum? Hmm. Anyways, I am quite good at learning and very interested in it. I can write Spanish quite well and understand lots of things when I know the words, but when you are taking a multiple choice test and answering some questions with words you don't understand, how is one meant to fashion an adequate reply?
I hope I dream of lunar dust turning into quick sand and emerging in a puddle tonight rather than my strange nap dream of a shared arranged marriage to the door man. I didn't know if I was married and had to take care of this child that wasn't mine in a cute little pleated dress also mothered by someone who seemed to be a co-wife while the man was away. It was awkward and I kept trying to decide whether I should take the child or the empanadas or get a divorce.
If the rain absorbs enough acid, will my feet eventually decay?
I really like the living room because there is so much yellow, and I wish my bedroom had just as much yellow too.

ballsy babeh

i spotted a beautiful trannie on a beautiful old subway full of wood and parlor benches. then i realized she was trying to hide because she was snorting cocaine.

if buenos aires were a cookie

my sore feet say hello. today i realized if my stomach spoke a language it would be german. i am not so tired, but i am so sore and will retire earlier this evening than i have since i got here a month ago. i need to figure out a good back pain alleviating method, but i honestly just need better shoes. chocolate chip cookies skipped to their loo down the hatch this morning, and there was anything they could do they should relieve back pain.
i really like all of the people i know now. i am seeing more people i want to befriend, and everyone has been very friendly today which is refreshing after yesterday. my professor got sick of the idiocy infiltrating the classroom earlier today, and said they can leave since there was no real reason for them to be there. all of the cool kids remained.
if you ever call a taxi in buenos aires, call radio taxi premium. the other departments within that company are mean and stupid and less trustworthy as i learned yesterday. at least i wasn't robbed like another girl by her driver.
i found goosebumps folders for my papers. i found the tortoise and the hair and likeminded tales in spanish. i found the spanish version of charlie and lola, aka me llamo ana tarambonina (or something of that nature). lauren child is a visionary genuis, and there should be more of her in the world. other things there should be more of: flowergiving to strangers, women's liberation stencils, and benches. things there should be less of: leerers, trash, and privatized dental care. so many people have very terrible teeth which is strange coming from a nation full of braces happy faces.
do i take yoga with the dancers? do i mime with the mimes? do i horseback ride with world class polo players and guachos? do i play futbol? do i cook with the chefs? how can i say no to any one of those mind busying things? i will just have to eat superfruits and supervegetables and be as super as i can be. i need to do more research on the jungle and make more trip decisions. everything is happening all at once, and it is making me visualize millions of impressions in the atmosphere that we don't even know about yet.
must get shoes shined.

call me chips ahoy

number one on the list of missing things is:
chocolate chip cookies.

alfajores are divine, but there is something extremely rugged about a chocolate chip cookie.

what i miss right now

giggling, marshes, single sounds, fireflies, smelly mossy musty swamps, having a personality, having more people around me who want to order another bottle of wine.

people did say i have buenas ondas (good vibes), though, so i am doing something right.

i really am enjoying writing this blog too much.

some things

busy busy busy except today.
i am so sleepy and my head is achey sleepy, and i just do not know why. i woke up and had energy but i have no energy again, and i have been trying to be energized relaxed.
i saw manu chao last night and danced as hard as i could while bracing myself so i didn't tumble down the declining chairs ahead of me. i loved the demographic of crazy mellow porteno hippies. they had a lot of pretty and funky prints and flowers and bands in their hair.
i am trying to organize my goals while i am so sleepy.
one, i must find out the returning bottles policy. i am really terrible at speaking practical spanish but really good at talking about impractical things. i went there trying to return my bottles as i thought i was supposed to do, but i was supposed to buy a replacement of the same thing in order to do that? it was confusing.
two, i simply cannot figure out my front door. for four days it was easy-breezy, and now it is extremely complicated. sometimes i can open the door to get outside without using the key, sometimes i have to jiggle.
the two above remind me that i still don't know anything despite the fact that i think i have learned it. it is so silly, and sometimes i laugh and sometimes i get really flustered/repetitive and sometimes i get rather upset (namely with the door). i also realized i don't hate commas as much as i thought i did last night. it is an uphill battle.

my mate is beginning to taste better.
i just joined a girls soccer team.
i'm comparing prices for horseback lessons and mime school and sailing and cooking class and trips to uruguay, paraguay, bolivia, chile, peru, bariloche, patagonia, mendoza, cordoba, and la plata.
i did not go to school today, and i wonder if i regret it.
i need to figure out the subtes and where to go to find the bus stop.
i also learned there are really high quality knitting supplies for quite cheap here, and that there is a startling lack of supernatural phenomena.
which reminds me of that place in chile that supposedly is a hotbed for ufo's.
i think i sign up for

there has been a revival of the books in my life as of late, and it is more calming than anyone could know. as well as there being a renassaince of the blog and podcast.

tomorrow i tour the tattoo arcade and pick where i am getting it done.
i'm thinking about buzzing off part of my hair soon to see how much i really like it.
i think i need another nap. i suppose it is rather exhausting to continually try to communicate in a language you previously thought you were good at.
i also need to buy b-52s tickets which are still available.