una mezcla
music: ocean breathes salty, modest mouse
as i try to navigate this planet of words
if one of my two friends here would be so kind and help me figure out some things , well, i'll maneuver about here when the server is less busy first before i try and type out the questions i'm not sure i am asking.
so hello to raluca- it is wonderful to read about budapest. the picture was striking and it sounds like you're meeting lots of interesting new people....how did the conversation with the pro-female genital mutilation guy taper off? you made very good sense of both of your 'indoctrinated beliefs' even though it's difficult to explain women's rights to someone who seems enveloped in a patriarchal society, physically worse than our own...or maybe not.
i'll give you a call sometime. does free long distance mean free for you or for people calling you? let me know about that one. :)
i miss you and our conversations but am super excited that you're doing what you're doing. soooooooo excellent of an opportunity and experience that you need for your inquisitive and caring mind. yay raluca!
for here, mexico was grand- learned a bunch of spanish. bard is freezing (temperature)...classes are cool. i'm taking organismal biology (with bill maple), spanish (hispanic civilization), not sure if i'll stick with 'anthro of violence and suffering' or 'populism in latin america' (with pierre ostiguey, supposed to be an awesome teacher)...taking an anthro class right now seems a bit out of place, but with my narrowing direction in to the viability of eco-villages for poor people perhaps an anthropological questions are useful. a tutorial with yuka about environment and society and a research seminar for es majors...with a really hot woman, student, who has been working on some sort of alternative technology farm in france for the past 7 years....ouww
i thought of you when i was on the beach in oaxaca. i stayed in a wonderful hostel named after the owner carlos 'einstein'. he is a crazy man with stories galore. he gave many of us long massages and studied massage in different countries....feet in egypt, stomach in india, hands in china - one time he was massaging my stomach (lots of energy feeling) and telling me how love is the energy of the world (in spanish of course), and i realized how touch is so important on every level. very beautiful spirit. i slept in a hammock and thrashed around with the waves. did you know that agua is one of the coolest elements? you can fully immerse yourself in it and play and always feel young, unless of course you don't have limbs anymore or something tragic, or you became an amnesiac. i played drums with some locals on the beach (nude of course) and did some other things in the sand... yoga too!
stars, buenos amigos, con o sin alcohol y drogas, pensamientos, guitarra o no, los sonidos del mar...ai ai ai, fue muy bonita....toda
the family i lived with in oaxaca was very sweet and kind. nestor y margarita. tienen dos hijos, denise y ernesto, 22,18 yrs old. i never enjoyed breakfast so much. me gusta mucho picante! i'm digging the comida thing- lunch as the main meal. good way to go for health and post-dinner slump, ya know? i went on many hikes. for the big 21 i went on a hike in the mountain sola y escribi y pensi cerca de una cascada y tambien econtraba tres amigos de israel! ellos habian hecho camping...la mujere fue hermosa y toco un houd (instrumento tradiccional de turkey- pavo?!). sorry for lack of accent marks here
the school we studied at was not all that great. it was very remedial and boring, but our bard class got along excellent, so it wasn't dreadful.
relations between hombres y las mujeres son interesante. i was prepared, but i don't think a lot of the women in my class anticipated so much harassment from men on the streets and in other places. machismo is quite rampant. i got offered sex by a 14 year old pimply boy (to add some cartoon features here) on the street at 9am on a sunday morning. i wasn't quite sure how to respond, i quirked my head at an odd angle and asked 'otra vez?' because it was sofunny. you just got to have tits to be a sex object. quite amazing....
prior to this trip, my brother gave me a book on an anthropological study on "popular minorities" in oaxaca namely transvestites, lesbian and gay people, poor people and women. pretty impressive coming from my brother, i thought he'd cream his pants at the title of the book! anyways, i read about a group of men who are prostitutes south of the zocalo (center of oaxaca, center as there is a governemtn palace, many cafes, a big ol iglesia, nearby markets and a tourist hot spot...zocalo means centro) who actually whistled quite boisterously for Blake when we were meandering about down there one evening. i guess they don't let their clients touch them and the city allows them to go about their thing and japanese men are their most interesting clients. hmm.
also we found 2 gay bars the last few nights there. both had metal iron fences around their shady entrances.....very little signage, actually none at all. one was called 'libido' and was pronounced a not gay bar, although definitely majority of clientele were pretty mexican boys one of whom tried to speak englsih with me and proceeded to call me a 'cold lesbian who hates men' because he desperately wanted to compare me to his one lesbian friend in oaxaca who didn't like guys or something? really weird, but i talked with the bartender for awhile who had the most beautiful eyes.....she was really funny
there is a huge population of stray dogs! so beautiful and not abused sad looking. they occasionally travel in packs of 3-4, seem healthy. most of my walks home (about 30 minutes - very beautiful walk up into the mountain) i would say hello to a dog or two and one or more would accompany me home. it was beautiful...i would wait for them to pee. if i were drunk enough i would be talking spanish with them. so precious.
travelling is interesting. everything is interesting obviously, but i'm not sure how i feel about the backpacking culture as it exists. it's a low-budget tourist industry, well, this is for another time. i think one of my sentiments about it is the 'we're doing something different' attitude that a lot of mochileros tend to have when really, like me, we're all tourists in someone else's country. help people out, not just the owners, huh? how about it?!
there was a lot of graffiti in the central area. muchos Anarchy symbols and puto gobierno - some really beautiful stencils. i strolled through their the last night and snapped some fotografs, so hopefully i can scan them on this thing and show you...oh technology!!
need to run to the lovely bathroom down the hall and steal a glance at the blandly decorated door that once enticed me to enter. ah well, i send you flocks of hugs and kisses.
have a great time....good luck with all fo the work. did you really mean that 3.9gpa is a bad semester? i don't think i've gotten close to that since MAYBE early highschool. i probably rocked that before hormones.
and get to know this thalia woman!
love love love love love
carlin
irena, i miss you and will call you soon. after 2 days of travelling home from mexico city once we finally landed on to u.s. ground, max z-t checked his phone messages and told me that you had called him on new years and we both shareda great fond moment for you. oooooooh, irena. flocks of hugs and kisses to you. hugs and kisses, who am i?!
as i try to navigate this planet of words
if one of my two friends here would be so kind and help me figure out some things , well, i'll maneuver about here when the server is less busy first before i try and type out the questions i'm not sure i am asking.
so hello to raluca- it is wonderful to read about budapest. the picture was striking and it sounds like you're meeting lots of interesting new people....how did the conversation with the pro-female genital mutilation guy taper off? you made very good sense of both of your 'indoctrinated beliefs' even though it's difficult to explain women's rights to someone who seems enveloped in a patriarchal society, physically worse than our own...or maybe not.
i'll give you a call sometime. does free long distance mean free for you or for people calling you? let me know about that one. :)
i miss you and our conversations but am super excited that you're doing what you're doing. soooooooo excellent of an opportunity and experience that you need for your inquisitive and caring mind. yay raluca!
for here, mexico was grand- learned a bunch of spanish. bard is freezing (temperature)...classes are cool. i'm taking organismal biology (with bill maple), spanish (hispanic civilization), not sure if i'll stick with 'anthro of violence and suffering' or 'populism in latin america' (with pierre ostiguey, supposed to be an awesome teacher)...taking an anthro class right now seems a bit out of place, but with my narrowing direction in to the viability of eco-villages for poor people perhaps an anthropological questions are useful. a tutorial with yuka about environment and society and a research seminar for es majors...with a really hot woman, student, who has been working on some sort of alternative technology farm in france for the past 7 years....ouww
i thought of you when i was on the beach in oaxaca. i stayed in a wonderful hostel named after the owner carlos 'einstein'. he is a crazy man with stories galore. he gave many of us long massages and studied massage in different countries....feet in egypt, stomach in india, hands in china - one time he was massaging my stomach (lots of energy feeling) and telling me how love is the energy of the world (in spanish of course), and i realized how touch is so important on every level. very beautiful spirit. i slept in a hammock and thrashed around with the waves. did you know that agua is one of the coolest elements? you can fully immerse yourself in it and play and always feel young, unless of course you don't have limbs anymore or something tragic, or you became an amnesiac. i played drums with some locals on the beach (nude of course) and did some other things in the sand... yoga too!
stars, buenos amigos, con o sin alcohol y drogas, pensamientos, guitarra o no, los sonidos del mar...ai ai ai, fue muy bonita....toda
the family i lived with in oaxaca was very sweet and kind. nestor y margarita. tienen dos hijos, denise y ernesto, 22,18 yrs old. i never enjoyed breakfast so much. me gusta mucho picante! i'm digging the comida thing- lunch as the main meal. good way to go for health and post-dinner slump, ya know? i went on many hikes. for the big 21 i went on a hike in the mountain sola y escribi y pensi cerca de una cascada y tambien econtraba tres amigos de israel! ellos habian hecho camping...la mujere fue hermosa y toco un houd (instrumento tradiccional de turkey- pavo?!). sorry for lack of accent marks here
the school we studied at was not all that great. it was very remedial and boring, but our bard class got along excellent, so it wasn't dreadful.
relations between hombres y las mujeres son interesante. i was prepared, but i don't think a lot of the women in my class anticipated so much harassment from men on the streets and in other places. machismo is quite rampant. i got offered sex by a 14 year old pimply boy (to add some cartoon features here) on the street at 9am on a sunday morning. i wasn't quite sure how to respond, i quirked my head at an odd angle and asked 'otra vez?' because it was sofunny. you just got to have tits to be a sex object. quite amazing....
prior to this trip, my brother gave me a book on an anthropological study on "popular minorities" in oaxaca namely transvestites, lesbian and gay people, poor people and women. pretty impressive coming from my brother, i thought he'd cream his pants at the title of the book! anyways, i read about a group of men who are prostitutes south of the zocalo (center of oaxaca, center as there is a governemtn palace, many cafes, a big ol iglesia, nearby markets and a tourist hot spot...zocalo means centro) who actually whistled quite boisterously for Blake when we were meandering about down there one evening. i guess they don't let their clients touch them and the city allows them to go about their thing and japanese men are their most interesting clients. hmm.
also we found 2 gay bars the last few nights there. both had metal iron fences around their shady entrances.....very little signage, actually none at all. one was called 'libido' and was pronounced a not gay bar, although definitely majority of clientele were pretty mexican boys one of whom tried to speak englsih with me and proceeded to call me a 'cold lesbian who hates men' because he desperately wanted to compare me to his one lesbian friend in oaxaca who didn't like guys or something? really weird, but i talked with the bartender for awhile who had the most beautiful eyes.....she was really funny
there is a huge population of stray dogs! so beautiful and not abused sad looking. they occasionally travel in packs of 3-4, seem healthy. most of my walks home (about 30 minutes - very beautiful walk up into the mountain) i would say hello to a dog or two and one or more would accompany me home. it was beautiful...i would wait for them to pee. if i were drunk enough i would be talking spanish with them. so precious.
travelling is interesting. everything is interesting obviously, but i'm not sure how i feel about the backpacking culture as it exists. it's a low-budget tourist industry, well, this is for another time. i think one of my sentiments about it is the 'we're doing something different' attitude that a lot of mochileros tend to have when really, like me, we're all tourists in someone else's country. help people out, not just the owners, huh? how about it?!
there was a lot of graffiti in the central area. muchos Anarchy symbols and puto gobierno - some really beautiful stencils. i strolled through their the last night and snapped some fotografs, so hopefully i can scan them on this thing and show you...oh technology!!
need to run to the lovely bathroom down the hall and steal a glance at the blandly decorated door that once enticed me to enter. ah well, i send you flocks of hugs and kisses.
have a great time....good luck with all fo the work. did you really mean that 3.9gpa is a bad semester? i don't think i've gotten close to that since MAYBE early highschool. i probably rocked that before hormones.
and get to know this thalia woman!
love love love love love
carlin
irena, i miss you and will call you soon. after 2 days of travelling home from mexico city once we finally landed on to u.s. ground, max z-t checked his phone messages and told me that you had called him on new years and we both shareda great fond moment for you. oooooooh, irena. flocks of hugs and kisses to you. hugs and kisses, who am i?!