Friday, July 23, 2010

Brownie Patch Placement Back




a journey the last day he disputed the soccer World Cup final and at the same time add that this was happening thousands of miles Maiquetía airport, we ordered the flight 5000 Conviasa out with almost an hour late. At least that's what we thought the 170 passengers who were waiting for the time fly to Buenos Aires on 11 July 2010, seeing as consumed part of the first time in the match between Spain and Germany.
Our arrival at 1 and 30 am (ET Argentina) the next day of our departure had deprived us not knowing the outcome of the anticipated game. The captain of the ship through periodic messages we were hearing about every goal and that was the end result.
Since 2007, I was reunited with the famous obelisk on the Avenida July 19, now with an average temperature of 5 º C, one hand full of protesters against the law in those moments was being debated in Congress and promising sex marriage, and the other of those who sought the signatures of support for this project. In short and after a long debate for three days, which was accompanied by wakefulness National Congress against gays, lesbians, transsexuals and other related, what gave these places a colorful unusual, Law 26618 was passed, enshrining the possibility of marriage between same sex.
On this trip we found that despite the economic crisis, the nightlife of Buenos Aires is full of different alternatives. Opportunity to take advantage of the theater by attending two works: Witches, revival in Buenos Aires, after serving more than 20 seasons in the city of Mar de Plata, and with the special still have their original cast, except for the late actress Susana Campos and August., with the master Norma Aleandro, on his characterization of the matriarch and grandmother of the dysfunctional family, who for three hours nearly continuous, shines with its powerful performance.
The wide range of cuisine from other sites led us something to eat to Puerto Madero, where the recommendation of the writer Federico Vegas we enjoyed a well-prepared steak in the cabin of the lilac, with a well-care and excellent service account in accordance with astronomical . A delight for the palate and a whip for the pocket without official dollars. La Cabrera, with its endless waiting lists, then matched the excellence of its meat, Mafia, Italian food and atmosphere with an exquisite wine Gran Reserve Finca La Linda, El Museo del Jamon, in full July 19, with English atmosphere as well as Plaza Mayor. In each of them found that the rations are to be enormous and that none come to the mandatory 10% added to the account, as often happens in our country. An alternative is to give it or not in the hands of satisfied customers.
Tours of Corrientes, Córdoba shopping area, the Galerias Pacifico shopping center, Paseo Alcorta, Solar de la Abadia, Alto Palermo, Bulbrich Patio Supplies and could not miss the visit, to the delight of the eyes and mortification wallets. How sad to see how our currency is devalued
The city does not look to big changes. They are few buildings new or in progress, but looks reasonably well maintained. Despite the number of walkers with pets, traffic on main roads and vehicular pollution, or unkind and braggart in general has the Buenos Aires, the city looks like a place to walk, or wander the streets congested. It's almost an obligation to enter talks on its many coffee shops or cafes, where scores of people make their tables for hours in these places, for the sole consumption of coffee and open daily at his side. Buenos Aires
with European flair, their facades and buildings that reflect the past glories of a once thriving economy and progressive spirit leaves us open to explore with confidence the streets full of shops without the anguish of the potential threat around every corner. Late at night the city has its own life and almost certain to find a taxi anywhere us to enjoy the generous array of shows, shows, dance halls, theaters. Multiple libraries, exhibition halls, museums and galleries. Everything for the sybaritic pleasure of the body and soul.
A capital that is not limited to the memory of the greatest exponent of the Tango: Carlos Gardel, or coffee with their regular attendees Tortoni García Lorca and Alfonsina Storni, that goes beyond its five subway lines, as they call the metro their neighborhoods like Recoleta, a full time the genuine aristocracy and today have been democratized to the point where today its luxury apartments are rented to tourists for days or weeks all inclusive. With his show on Sunday in San Telmo Square attracts curious collectors or fans of antiques or rare items. However
as big city with about 3,058,000 inhabitants, is not immune to poverty, neglect in some areas with broken sidewalks or trash it takes to be collected. Are lesser evils in a city that extends beyond what is Buenos Aires itself, which leads to the Tigre, 30 km in the delta of the Parana to San Isidro, north of the city to 16 Km, the bank of the River Plate.
A city that offers everything we love and think this makes us want to return. Return insurance.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

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Travel south tide of oblivion


memory strikes me as weak and imperfect. Just remember not to adorn some details banalities or fantasy that we have forgotten. Sometimes we put in our memory without virtues of our memories and with them we unreality that are closer to a dream of what we would have been the experience. The lack of a memory leads us to imagine, with the sweetness of compassion for ourselves, forget it existed but in an idealized manner.
For nearly seven years had not returned to what was my place of work for a decade. For me it was usual to get there from nine o'clock in the morning and stay until late afternoon on the campus of Central Park. Had a wide officiate in the building Moher overlooking the inner courtyard that separates part of the huge towers and everything you could need was at my fingertips. For that time had its headquarters there about 10 banks, post office, plenty of restaurants to enjoy a gastronomic offer and envy any boulevard or mall. Pharmacy services, shops, hairdressers, bakeries, markets, carpet cleaning, printing presses, theaters, bookstores, art stores and the wonderful Museum of Contemporary Art Sofia Imber. I felt that everything was close, without the fear of rain or need to take some means of transportation for finding it.
The impact I suffered on this ride forced to walk the corridors could not be betraying my memory. From all that I remembered a sweet, there was only the awareness that no product could be wishful thinking or an oversight. It was a somber reunion gave me nausea. Laziness hit me with a sound whipping, as you would a rider in a final race.
I looked to do a test on my memories, I dressed in the costume of disbelief to find at some crack something that resembled what for me still had the aura of a pleasant place, where I worked, enjoyed, made friends and even found love. Where was all that gave me encouragement for daily work? What did the usual characters that gave color and warmth to the corridors? The ice cream vendor always smiling, the lottery was making sure that luck for whom the look. Now all absent.
An empty stage after a show does not compare to the impression that I got the closed premises, lack of life seen in these areas, before plethoric people, business, prosperity. The architectural monster so its huge towers, the population still lives there, she works in the forgotten public offices without air conditioning, living with the remains of a tower that remains upright but broken in her womb, is mortally wounded. The colossus that was from every pore, now lives in a perpetual vigil. Not my memory, but every day is bent like a reed, which has a site and now idealized and unfold again to find that the fabric is corroded. How do we face
back to what once was the customarily pleasant?
How to avoid the pain that seems hopelessly lost?
Many things return to our lives, experiences, emotions, experiences. We may never know exactly how to return it. The certainty of such ignorance, but leaves no room for melancholy. My memories everyday
Central Park no longer belong to me, crossed the realm of the improbable and now form part of a past that seems foreign. Now there is instead an empty interior coated horror. A trip to the dismay of a train with no stops, where he was immediately run away and move on.
Reason dictates to me that what was once for me than usual was condemned and silenced forever.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Walmart Marshmallow Guns

Lobby


The answering machine lets out his message with a voice indefinable accent between Argentina and Uruguay: Our business hours are from 9 to 12 noon and from 2 to 6 pm .... We do not date. Reach out to the building ... The voice continued signs of direction and ended with a friendly: We are here to serve .
Once at the site over the door hung a sign that defied any insecurity or fear of crime: Ring the bell to be addressed.
The order was carried out and the door opened revealing a woman thirties, good-looking, wearing pants below the navel that cried out for help to not suffer the risk of falling.
The waiting room of less than 15 m2, illuminated by artificial light on full restriction, had six chairs lined front of a TV 19 "these days invariably broadcast a football game, this time for Argentina against Greece. The only seat available at time was to have visited a weaver, his filling out the edges as languages \u200b\u200bof cotton mock the present. On one wall a poster of Botero showed one of its recognized overweight, a cigarette in one hand and the other received a left hand edge of the table a wad of cash. And that was a bad feeling, like the other poster of a Hindu goddess whose alleged squinting eyes were torn between watching the TV or a young man with curly hair and glasses to John Lennon, who like the other four, waited anxiously. Not sure whether to be served by the visionary or the result of the match to be held at the other end of the world. Two doors visible from the room were closed and through one of them heard a music of bells and voices in vocal polyphony intended to give the room a fictional air meditation. On the coffee table, three figures dominated the scene a smiling golden Buddha, a tray with petals of roses were once a sign and stressed on the one hand not smoke, and the other the propaganda of a garage. In nearly forty-five minutes (what did the game in his first time), nobody was called pass through the corridor leading to the exam room. The magazines were in disarray on the side of the chair ill, were only copies of prints or All deciduous Sunday. Nothing to read.
Finally the rear left a woman in uniform ministerial went straight where the thirties, 50 Bs placed in a glass bowl with a half smile and said you soon.
"Bring in the next announced - without any enthusiasm, the owner of the pants acrobats.
- How long does it take to meet me? - Was heard to ask a brunette teen, but already pregnant.
"At this rate will be about two hours, is that today we knew that was not come so many people.
Given that the seer could not provide that detail, the expectant mother and I decided to retire after her. Security would be more interesting than I could say as we lowered the eight floors without elevator, which would be in the waiting room.