Photo Credit: Celeste
Happy Halloween everyone!
I’ve tried to remain a mysterious shadow behind this blog since its birth. Readers must surely ask, “Who is this person behind Buenos Aires?” I’ll tell you: she’s a thirty something, North American, Midwestern [section redacted].
Ricki of Diet, Dessert, and Dogs posted a “Six Random Things About Me” post in early October and [...]
Entries from October 2008
October 31, 2008
Six Random Things About Still Life
October 29, 2008
Tonight I Can Write
Photo Credit: Bracani….Antonio
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write for example, ‘The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.’
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
A portion of Pablo Neruda’s poem XX, Twenty Love Poems and a
Song of Despair
There are mosquitos the size of bats on the ceiling. I’ve been [...]
October 23, 2008
Lovely Aspects of Buenos Aires
E. and I have lived here for almost eight months now. This city has a magical aspect; I told a friend tonight that I’ve never heard a person say, “Don’t move to Buenos Aires–you’ll regret it!” Most people who have visited or lived here have also succumbed to its charms.
Perhaps it is always this way when living in all cities: [...]
October 18, 2008
For the Love of Monedas
Photo Credit: Crissfer
Buenos Aires has turned me into a liar. Actually, it’s turned a lot of people into liars.
Every day is a fight to obtain monedas in Buenos Aires. I’m a scheming sort of person now; all of my business transactions are laden with the thought: “Will this person give me a moneda?” and “How [...]
October 15, 2008
Blog Action Day: Cartoneros in Buenos Aires
Photo Credit: salvoguille
Picking up a hefty six litros of water from my corner store, I see a sight common to me on the streets of Buenos Aires after dusk. There is a six year old breaking down boxes and sifting through garbage on the sidewalk. She and her family work quietly, going through the street [...]
October 2, 2008
Descending – Tango
Photo Credit: Zabara_Tango
This is the place.
And I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair
streams black, the merman in his armored body.
We circle silently
about the wreck
we dive into the hold.
I am she: I am he
An excerpt from the poem “Diving into the Wreck” by Adrienne Rich.
Around three years ago, I learned how to scuba dive. I’m [...]
