Monthly Archives: November 2012

It’s 9:36 pm. Tomorrow at 6 pm I have a paper due for my drugs and violence class. We have to write an 8 to 10 page (let’s be real, it’s gonna be 7) paper relating two concepts of Derrida’s “Rhetoric of Drugs” interview to two other works we have read/seen in class. At this moment I have one concept with some quotes from Rhetoric and some quotes from the work I’m going to relate it to. BUT I AM STUCK. I am stuck because this Derrida fellow cannot speak understandable. I quote: “I propose to begin quite simply with ‘concept,’ with the concept of concept” (Derrida 2). WHAT THE EFF DOES THIS MEAN. This is quite possibly the most dense and indiscernible text I have ever read IN MY LIFE. AND NOW I HAVE TO WRITE EIGHT PAGES ABOUT IT?!?!!?! 



Hello all! 

I told you I would be back soon. So since the last post didn’t really have anything to do with what’s been going on in my life recently I will take this opportunity to inform y’all. 

So I have ten days left in this city. Very bittersweet, mostly bitter. I’ve been trying to fill my time with all things I won’t be able to do in the U.S. It’s also a good excuse to eat out rather than getting a cheap pay-per-kilo salad from Primavera. Last Monday I went to Bomba de Tiempo (again!) with Fran. It was sooo fun; this time they had an accordion player as the musical guest!!! I was so excited, I really wish Melissa had been there to see it to because I never appreciated all the tangos she used to play until now! I think I’m going to go again next Monday because I don’t have my drugs and violence night class anymore.

Tuesday the hot weather arrived… Tues, Wed, and Thurs it was 90 degrees and sooo humid. I enjoyed it for the most part though, but my allergies were pretty brutal. Wednesday there was a huuuge black out because everyone was beginning to use their fans and ACs all at the same time, so 9 de Julio (the largest avenue in South America next to the one in Brazil, although people here still say it’s the largest even though it’s not) lost power in the traffic lights and it was CHAOS. When it happened I was walking to chorus and had to cross the avenue… prettttty fun. So the building that the IES center is in also lost power and me and Lautaro, my chorus instructor, walked up 12 floors!! Luckily the building was already somewhat cool because the ACs are always on, but if it wasn’t it would have been sweltering. By the time I got home that night the power was back on, luckily. Although, my flat doesn’t have AC so it wouldn’t have really mattered. 

Thursday night was the largest protest in Argentina in YEARS! There were 700,000 people walking down Santa Fe and 9 de Julio to the Obelisko, basically the center of the city and very close to the government center. They were protesting the high crime rates, corruption in the government and the changing of the Constitution. Cristina wants to change the Constitution so that there is no limit to presidential terms, meaning she’d be the president for another like ten more years. Which is loony, but I also haven’t seen her explicitly say that she is trying to do this, but I wouldn’t put it past her. Anyway, the protest was very peaceful and actually kind of exciting; everyone was singing and chanting and banging on their pots and pants per usual Argentine fashion. Image

Saturday night I went to Creamfields (giant electronic dance music festival) with some friends and had an awesome time. We got there around 9 pm and I got home at 7 am the next morning, so you could imagine I was tired Sunday. Saturday was also the Pride festival but I didn’t get to go because I had to catch a bus to Creamfields. 

And so far I haven’t really done a lot of exciting things… last night I saw the new James Bond movie with Fran and it was pretty good! Today for my Spanish class we decided to take a spur-of-the-moment field trip to Medialuna Express and that was also very exciting.

Sorry about the boring post but I just wanted to keep record of what I’ve been doing the past few weeks. I’ll post again before I leave with more exciting things, I’m sure. 🙂

Hasta luego y’all.

  • my regular walk to school. Right now, the park two blocks from my flat is filled with these beautiful violet trees. I need to remember to take a picture pronto before all the leaves fall off of them!! 
  • medialunas. Imagine a crescent roll, but softer, warmer, and glazed with sugar/water mixture. My dude Lucas has the best medialunas at Medialuna Express. I think Carlos the kiosco man tried to set us up because he is 21, but he’s a little too late.
  • Tati. As much as I hate her, she is just starting to warm up to me, and this morning she even slept in between my legs and let me pick her up to put her on the webcam for Mom!!
  • cafes. I wish the cafes in the States were like the ones here. They are just everywhere, the waiters don’t bother you every five minutes asking you what you think of the food, and they’re fairly cheap if you go to the right place.
  • the fruit. Now that it is the right season all the fruit tastes DELISH. Gonna miss that.
  • legally drinking. And not being frowned upon for drinking. It’s nice to be able to go to a bar, order a fernet coca and just have a good relaxing night with my friends. I’m glad I had this experience because it matured me a little bit I think! Back to illegal drinking for four months… 
  • Noraaaaaa. Her invented vegetarian meals, her “me voy a desmayar en mi cama” (i’m gonna faint on my bed) speeches every night, our illegal black market money swapping, our interesting and/or slightly offensive dinner conversations, her weird play times with Tati, manzanas asadas.. always. It will be a sad day when I have to say goodbye to Nora. And her food.
  • the IES center. As much as I despise sitting through some of the classes (especially on Mondays) I like walking into a business building and having to use my key card to open the doors, and greeting the men at the desk, and leaving Tessi’s marketing class in the middle to go catch some rays on the balcony with a nice view of 9 de Julio. 
  • Cati the house maid. I lent her my umbrella on Friday because it was pouring and the poor soul had nothing to protect her, and she couldn’t believe I was lending it to her. She is so sweet, and she cleans my room so that’s always a plus.
  • taxis and subtes and colectivos galore. Public transportation is just fun sometimes. I’m weird.
  • Spanish speakers. Unfortunately I think my eavesdropping ears will be especially strong when I get home. I like not being able to catch what the person in line behind me is saying because I can easily ignore it. And Americans.. they’re especially annoying.
  • SUNDAYS. Sundays in BA are absolutely amazing. The streets are EMPTY. Can you believe that… in a city of four million there is almost no one out and all the stores except restaurants are closed. That’s how it should be… it’s so relaxing.
  • the smells of BA. Aside from trash, dog poop and exhaust, the other smells are like home to me. You can smell Medialunas Express from a block away. The men smell amazing (half the time… the other half they are probably hobos and smell like pee.) There is a store that has this awesome smell, i don’t know what it is but I love it. 
  • Living without expectations. Something ALWAYS goes wrong (examples: no more minutes on my phone, long wait for a certain bus, kiosco won’t let you pay with a 100 peso bill, the check at the restaurant doesn’t add up right and you end up paying more than you should’ve, etc.) but I’ve learned to shrug it off. I think that will change when I go back to the U.S.
  • being able to talk to someone in another language. That doesn’t happen in the U.S. There is not an occasion in the U.S. where I could use Spanish without it being weird, except in class. 
  • JULIA. Man will I miss that girl. I will want to walk into the other room and be able to show her something on facebook or watch a youtube video and just be ridiculous. I wish we weren’t separated by like ten states. 😦 I can’t tell you how swollen my eyes will be when we have to separate at the airport.
  • Fraaaaaaaaaan. His broken English and jokes about my horrible Spanish accent. And eeeverything else about him. We will be reunited sooooon enough I hope with all my heart!!! 
  • all my other friends in BA. Sad but true, I don’t think I will see most of them ever again. But I have some great memories with them and we will leave with those good memories and not a single bad one!! 
  • BA’s odd music taste. They are obsessed with the song, “Nothing Compares to You” by Sinead O’Connor. 

But there ARE things I am very excited to come home to like: my family and friends, Sammy, a comfortable bed, normal water situations, a big shower, American food, the rest of my wardrobe, Penn State, being able to drive a car and so much more. So don’t think I don’t want to come home to all you cuppycakes. 🙂

Another blog post to come very soon!!!