Drugstore Gaucho

Today I have visited the beautiful and mysterious Recoleta, Buenos Aire's famous necropolis. Imagine if you will the great population density of Buenos Aires herself, the crowded, narrow streets with buildings that quickly run into each other and grow upward instead. Now change that so its a population density of dead people and that they require even less personal space than a porteño and you can begin to imagine what I mean when I say this place is wall to wall dead people. Two and three-story tombs and mausoleums made of luxurious stone throw up ornate crosses and angels into the sky, wedged together like necrotic tv antennae. You'd think at some point somebody would have realized that their tomb would stand out more if it were not an imposing 16-foot tall black marble monstrosity, but no, brute ostentation carries the day. The press of religious imagery backdropped by Buenos Aire's frequently cloudy sky gives a horror movie-set feel to the place. This feeling is intens

Hey Kiddies! I´m making good on my promise to blog on my experience here in Argentina. And this is where its going to be at, so bookmark, remember scribble on that stack of infrequently used stick notes underneath the monitor (Dad) and be entertained. So I´ ve done a week here already. Whoa. I would say that time has flown, but it really hasn ´t. It´s been a pretty long seeming week, full of fun and failure of the most publicly embarrassing kind. There´s been a lot going on, so I´ll save myself the work and just randomly assemble some sort of vignettey sort of list of things that I´ ve seen/experienced. I had all my skepticism about the actual sensuality of tango be blasted away when I saw a pair of dancers at a street market. Though it defies all rational process, it turns out that having a women in very slitty dress run her heel clad foot up your shin is the most sexual motion in the history of dance. I have been briefly to the Recoleta , Buenos Aire ´s famous and beautiful gra