Wednesday, January 19, 2005

I Can Only Dream of Being This Geeky-Cool

If I were cool enough to make an external iPod battery pack out of an Altoids tin I would be very pleased with myself.

I'm sure that some of you might think that my excitement over such things is evidence enough of high level geekiness...just without the technical capabilities to produce things myself.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

9 o'clock at night, 90 degrees, 52% humidity...struggling to think clearly...

Air conditioning, give me air conditioning.... I'm here trying to work in my apartment and struggling to maintain focus. I've already taken three showers today, I think. It's hard to keep track of them anymore. I've taken to going out to eat lunch just to enjoy the air conditioned restaurant. I've told Susana, if it's like this for our wedding in February I'm going to rent a hotel room along with my family, so I can have air conditioning.

Monday, December 20, 2004

far flung Cal alumni

I'm not a person who has a very strong connection to the university that I went to, except for the strong friendships that I made while there. Nevertheless, it was kind of cool and funny to be driving down the street here and see a Honda SUV in front of me with a "Cal" sticker on the back window. Cool to be so far away from California and see someone else who went to Berkeley. Funny because I'm sure that nobody in Buenos Aires knows what that sticker refers to. I explained to Susana that UC Berkeley is called "California" or "Cal" because it was the first university of the UC system.

On a related note, it's very cool to be driving in Buenos Aires. As an LA native you know I just love to drive. And it feels good to be more comfortable now in the semi-organized chaos that is Buenos Aires traffic. I just have to remember that you can't make a right turn at a red light!

Friday, December 03, 2004

It's relative

I see a poor, malnourished horse with blinders on and head bowed towards the ground pulling a cart piled high with collected cardboard and scraps, and I feel bad for that horse's life which is obviously brutal.

Then I see a similar cart, piled high with cardboard and other recyclable materials, this time being pulled, slowly, by an old man who appears to be at least in his 50s, and I feel bad for worrying about horses.