Drugstore Gaucho

Hey Kiddies, I’m back, connecting local pizzeria el continental, which I’m told is a pizzeria buena buena buena. I’ve ordered a pizza fugazzetta rellena con queso cremoso, two pieces of fainá and a glass of moscato, a sweet wine which usually accompanies such things. There’ve been some major changes in my life. I cut my hair, for instance. I got a mullet. Soon this will be a dread mullet. I think that you’ve all had sufficient warning. It will be a dreadmullet, once I’ve accumulated the sufficient length. I’m almost done with all my papers and finals and crap, meaning that here comes the part of supplying my own diversion in or out of Buenos Aires. I’m planning on mostly out. The only thing keeping me in town is my bands performances on Sundays of every week. I’ve had better luck with las chicas outside of town anyway. I guess my reputation gets around. ;-) And finally, the achievement of the hour, my first ridiculous story accumulated in Spanish and told in Spanish. It’s a little some...

Those two pictures tell a story about how hard it rained in Buenos Aires the other day. Excuse my lack of postage (Cora). This is crunch time for me. In the next day, the following things are due: 1 history paper (7-10 pages, double space) Monday 1 tango paper (8+ pages, single space) Thursday? I hope 1 anthropology paper (7-10 pages, spacing unknown) Tuesday 1 "semiotics" excercise (complicated) Monday or Tuesday several radio excercises (uh...) ? 2 literature finals Monday But the good news is, the view from my room is sweet at night. In other news, I went to see Maykel's band "El Portón" play at a place that is two for two on sweet shows. They play music of the Rio Plata, which is a pack of weird influences including african drum tradition, uruguayan harmonized singing, and a lot of highly dancable tropical beats. There was I cha cha line. I did as I was bid by my dark cha cha masters. Since then, I've been hypocritically thinking about how I'm gonna ...

I had a four day weekend. Every other Yanqui in Buenos Aires was heading to nearby megalopolis Cordoba for their Oktoberfest. Yes, they have an Oktoberfest there. It struck me as rather stuoid to go to Argentina for a beer festiva that we have in the United States, so I polled some kids in my radio class where I ought to go. They listed off a bunch of party destinations and some place that I had never ever heard of before. Hmm. Beach, beer, booty or a an exciting journey through the happy-go-lucky crazyplace of the Argentina dairy country. Well, you all know me: Yup. That's cheese. Yes. I went to the Wisconsin of Argentina. Truthfully, I didn't know that before I went. The plus side of my vacation selection is that it put me in with a whole bunch of argentines who were in my boat. Tired of Buenos Aires and looking for some place to recharge their batteries. Turns out Tandil is the typical sort of destination for a real portenho. So, two things. Maybe I am fitting into Buenos Ai...

Pibe - kid; a young person Bárbaro - Literally barbaric; cool, fantastic My friends are cool, ¿eh? Last sunday I received one iteration of a group text message that said "We rehearse at 4. As a price, asado. "Tirada de goma" for dessert.ee I consulted a taxi driver for the definition of the last term, which appeared to be past participle of the word throw (tirar) and the word for rubber. It seemed to me that it might be a delicious gelatin snack. I confirmed this with the taxi driver I was riding with at the time. As it turns out, its an argentismo for blowjob. It appeared that my friends were being funny. Little did I know I at this time, the sender of the text message was being berated viciously for sending me a text message that I was unlikely to understand on various level. Solutions were hatched. I contemplated a response tranquilly. Searching through my relatively modest Spanish armoury, I select "Your mother will be coming, then" and hit the send butto...

Hey Kiddies, I'm writing a real post to tell you about my Argentine Asado experience, but in the mean time, I've organized some of my better fotos into a publicly (hopefully) viewable location. Check it out, leave comments, criticism, whatever somewhere in some form. My Stuff You're cool!

The last post was in coherent, and for that I apolgize. But you've all seen my hair plans. And you've weighed in. I see an overwhelming resistance to the idea, which means that there is only one thing to do. And that is it. Do it, that is. I resolve to get this haircut in the week that comes after this one, as I am thinking of traveling someplace cold and I want the extra hair for now. Some pictures of my new house and an explanation: So I changed host families. Why? The reasons aren't too complex. You all saw pictures of the food in the last joint. Probably better food to be had in jail. And some of you are probably crying out "Nathan, it's wrong to leave a family just cause the food is bad" and you'd be right except that everything else about this homestay was no good. The bed was too small and tucked into a bed-shaped nook in the room so that there were wall's on three sides of the bed and therefore no place to put my feet. The bed is exactly six fo...

Well, this will be a weirdly and stunted update. I came to this the ISA office today specifically to write this post with a flash drive (known here as a pen drive for reasons I can not fathom, could be because flashearse means to blow one´s mind) that was supposed to be full of pictures of my new dwelling. As you may have guessed from my use of supposed, my flash drive is not full as I´d hoped. It contains no pictures of my new pad, and instead a picture of my role model for my next haircut. Feast your eyes, ladies and gentleman, on the future of Nathan´s head: Yes, it is wondrous. Now, on to the titular theme. I was on the way here to talk about my change in home stay that I´d recently accomplished, I´ve moved to a house that is nicer and bigger and the food is way better. However, a strange coincidence came to pass. My old (not so good) host mother was in the office talking to Guillermo, the receiver of my complaints and liason for arranging other homestays. I made no special effort ...