city dreaming

Yesterday, on the way to CVS from my house, I was driving behind a Chevrolet Tahoe (for those who don't know, a large SUV) that had three lovely bumper stickers: 1. "Nope" in the Obama "hope" style; 2. MoM, on fire. Yes, with flames; and 3. "Socialism: A good idea until you run out of other people's money." (And the capitalism we have today is a great idea, until we run out of other people's cheap labor and lives.) I am definitively back in the suburbs.

To console myself, I will put up more pictures. These are pictures I actually took, as my family in Buenos Aires kindly lent me a camera for my week there. Oh, to walk city streets and hear Spanish again.



La Boca, a strange mix of extreme touristiness and somewhat sketchy neighborhood.



A work at the Proa Foundation in La Boca, where Jorge and I watched a storm descend on the port, and then had to take a bus that literally swam through flooded streets back.



Centro Cultural de Borges--which we originally entered this building to find... it was slightly confusing because the center is actually in the top levels of a massive shopping gallery, filled with Upper East Side style stores.



Cafe Tortoni, where Melody taught us how to conjugate vos, and where apparently famous people go. Many men in tuxes serving excellent coffee. (strange how high end places seem to always have men as servers instead of women.)



The Museo de Armas, a somewhat unsettling testament to the devices of war from all over the world. These are all the different ways we can kill each other.

Still working on the film pics...