My Buenos Aires experience is coming to a close. I finished two of three papers. I will write my third paper about mate, or rather a love story about mate and me. Should be funny and informative. Finals week is this week and the wrapping up of stuff is slow going but definitely going. Sad, but hey, its all good. Tuto bene (for all you Italians out there reading my blog)
Quick thoughts: the NBA is rigged, no doubt in my mind.
The world cup has started. I am slightly distant from the mega-commercial spectacle that the world cup has become. The Argentinean television screens have only been filled with Argentina seleccion coverage (apart from the usual 'fear news') and it all has made me sick. Finally, the tournament has begun! E.E.U.U!!! Argentina! Vamos!
My cousin Jonathan will come down from Los Angeles on Wednesday morning. We will backpack for a month through North Argentina and Bolivia to Machu Pichu, where we will climb the Salkantay Trail. The excitement continues to build!
Late night pizza fills a grumbling mumbling tummy to the max. Jamon y queso, how I will miss you.
Aldous Huxley, your writing is dense and delightful to read on the 59 bus. How you blow my mind every morning and get me thinking thinking thinking, gearing up for golden day.
Mate and carne. I rap all day in faces of confused blue cotton juice. Yeah, I'm running loose like a lizard. Wizard and witches kollect kitche kitchen krap. Theres a boot left in the aftermath. After math class, I dance with the epitaph of an elephant in Africa, mauled by moron lion cubs. I rub a genie lamp and camp in the stars. Gasoline cars and cuban cigars. Look out for the inner eye, always bright, in sight I sit, cross-legged like a superstitious spider. Water on fire. Tired. I recline.
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