Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Monday, March 23, 2009


Sunday, Day 36

This weekend was nice.

Thursday evening my brain overloaded and exploded trying to understand what classes I should take.

Friday, I read an annoying book for Spanish class. It's called bocitas pintadas. Our teacher sold it to me like it was the best book ever but it really just sucks. 80 pages of hard vocab and complex human interactions.
Friday night, went out around 22h30. Met S 30 minutes late because I confused Guatemala street with Honduras Street. We had an outdoor cocktail a at corner bar. I used her as a sounding board for my class problem. After that, I introduced her to some friends of mine. We went to a Columbian girl's apartment, near by my apartment. That was fun. After about 1 hour of confusion as to where to go next brought about because no body wanted to pay 50 pesos (15 bucks) to get into paris hilton type clubs. (oh funny moment, we were outside of a club, we could hear the music coming from inside. I was commenting on how shitty the dj's transitions were and how he had no genre flow. Then we were all happy because he a great fat boy slim but then i commented on how he would probably play an offspring song right after, which has no flow whatsoever, sure enough, he did) :-) we were all amazed by me.
We all settled at a outdoor bar area. stayed there until 6 am. Then P, A and I went to a place for breakfast. Went home at 8am.

slept until 13h. Felt like shit the 'hole' day. tried to do hw, mostly just wasted away on fb. Discovered doing homework on the balcony is perfect.

Volunteered at a bike/run race from 8 til 2. Very cool. Spoke spanish the whole time. Didn't really do anything race-related, just spoke Spanish.
Found out my host mom is probably a Nazi.
Did hw, talked to S a little more than an hour.
Will now attempt to do 60 push-ups in a row, eat dinner, and then struggle with Economic Development Theory.
Yoel, help me.

هذه نهاية الإسبوعة كان جيد.

ليلة الخميس ظننت كثير و عقل انفجرت لان فكرت ان اي صفف لازم ان اخذ خلال فصل دراستي.

ليلة يوم الجمع خرجت مع صوفي في ساعة عشر و نفص. اشربنا كوكتايلات و قالتها مشكلتي الفصول. يساعدني كثير. بعد ذلك قدّّمتها على اصحابي يف شقق بنت كولومبينة

يوم السبت:
نمت حتى ساعة الوحدة. ما يملت اي شيء كل اليوم. اكشفت العمل الواجب في ال بالكون هو جيد جدا.

ساعدت في سباق الدرجة و الجري. إشتة

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

typo/ Monedas

In my last post I meant to say BA related, not BS related. Freudian, I mean 'left pinky' slip.

I have been confronted to a few problems in Buenos Aires due to the lack of Monedas.

Monedas means 'coins'. Monedas are scarce in Buenos Aires and nobody knows exactly why.
BA has a very extensive bus system. Buses come very often, operate all day and night, and often times take you from one end of the city to the other, dropping you off/picking you up very close to your destination. For this reason many people choose to take the bus. As a matter of fact, I find that congestion in this city is very low compared to Cairo and even large metropolises of developed countries, perhaps due to the bus system.

However, one major flaw of the buses here, is that they only accept monedas. There is not electronic card system and in this respect, the bus system is outdated.

Therefore, everyone uses monedas to take the bus. No monedas=no bus.

A few effects of this scarcity:

Today I did not go to class because I could not find monedas. Instead I read the news at a cafe and studied some econ. (Upon handing me the change, the waiter "forgot" to give me 50 centagos' worth of monedas...)

Yesterday I tried to buy some avocados (inspired by Zac) but could not because the store had no monedas and I didn't want to give them the few I had left, the very reason I went to the store in the first place being to get monedas.

A week ago, Ugi's, a pizza place –my new favorite hawaoushi equivalent– could not sell me four pesos' worth of pizza because they had no monedas and change for my 100 peso bill.

I wonder if it's just me, or if others also lose out on opportunities and sales because of this lack of monedas.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Valientes, a telenovela

Fine, I'll write about something that's more BA related.

This morning, about 3 minutes ago, I was watching CNN Español. They were interview a poor mexican lady about how the fall of the Mexican peso is hurting her when she goes to buy medicine for her sister who has colon cancer.
and this crucial question came to me:

Why am I not watching "Valientes"??

I suppose I've been living with two women for too long (four weeks?) and perhaps too old of women, to make it worst. We've grown into the habit of watching our telenovela Mondays through Thursdays at 10pm... ( I can hear the theme song in my head right now)

(as well as see the "actors'" glistening bodies in the intro)

Valientes is ridiculously dumb as far as 'mind stimulation' goes. I never catch myself thinking about what's going to happen next in Valientes, I merely catching myself replaying its scenes through my mind.

In a nut shell (my mind)
Valientes is about a love triangle between three HUNKY mechanic brothers and three HOT sisters (who don't know they're all sisters, and they're all half sisters).

Add money, greed, old farts, evil, humor, and LOVE
and you get yourself a GRADE A telenovela.

In my defense it's good practice for my Castellano.
I really can't find ANYTHING else which could be used in my defense.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Uma Patel

So, I briefly saw Uma this northern hemispheric winter. When I say briefly I mean for about 20 minutes. Furthermore, this was a very rushed 20 minutes as she was rushing off to a date (to which I had to privilege to drive her and her beaux to)

In this post, I would like to further expound on this. For beginners, I'd like to say, as I've always said, she's quite the pimp, and contrasting only with her proclivity for study and has always had great potential to 'catch' the most prized specimens. This was again proved to me by her valentine's date (it was St. Valentine's day) and the taste of their date, a classic movie: Annie Hall. Her date has always been someone nice to me, we share a main common interest, and I've heard good things about him from girls.

Forgive me for my bromides, just wanted to note that I wish I knew what became of that valentine night.

This is my friend Teresa. Nothing to do with the aforementioned.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Robert Solow

"Everything reminds Milton Friedman of the money supply. Everything reminds me of sex, but I try to keep it out of my papers."
- Robert Solow

كل شيء يذكر ميلتون فريدمان ان التموين المال. كل شيء يذكرني ان الجنس لكن أحاول ان يحفظه خرج نشرني.

-روبعرت صولو

an apple


Today I ate an apple.

Hi Uma. SOrry I'm MIA. I'm not sure why, just busy, and not motivated? Plus I promised myself I would only post in English AND Arabic from now on... a hard promise to keep and easier just not to post...

But yea, that apple, it was delicious. Crunchy, sweet, juicy (I like sucking the juice out of the core). The apple is the most delicious fruit ever.

I'm bring the apple back.

اليوم اكلت طفح

مرحبا وما. اصف لست هنا. لا ارف ليمذا، بس مستعجل و عندي معنا. و ايضا وعدتني ساطبع بالانجليسي و العربي... وعد سعب لذلك يسحل لا طبع... ب

طفح لذيذ جدا

انا سرجع الطفح