tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-105746042012-01-23T19:31:14.234+08:00This blog is about movement. It is about travel and education. It is about individual and cultural discovery. In the end,I hope,it is about life.Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.comBlogger10211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-78010579886558964372007-09-04T20:31:00.000+08:002007-09-04T20:48:06.954+08:00

The classes are selected. A few books are bought - though not many...too expensive! Folders, paper, notebooks, Chinese dictionary, etc etc. The only thing I'm missing as grad school begins is a trusty lunch box. Do they still make those, like the kind I grew up with. The metal ones with bright pictures of Transformers and The Incredible Hulk? Today, which would be a logical day for classes to

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-68376892522147573312007-08-25T22:16:00.000+08:002007-08-25T22:34:01.297+08:00

Before I begin a short rant about how difficult it is to choose classes, I must mention that my mom turns 60 today. Its kind of strange how, when I was a kid I couldn't imagine ever being 40, and the idea of turning 60 meant automatically being a grandparent teaching the grandkids how to play bingo, or trying to throw a baseball and struggling to pick the ball up off the ground. Now, 60 seems so

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-33211023575970565392007-08-13T21:50:00.001+08:002007-08-13T22:00:18.539+08:00

Going out to dinner the other night with a group of China Studies students, I was reminded of how nice it is to be surrounded by foreign languages. DC in general does that...it seems like every time I leave the apartment I hear at least three foreign languages (Spanish always, and then maybe a smattering of German, or Arabic, or Chinese, or some African dialect). Anyway, out at dinner the other

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-22847900871051779042007-08-10T10:01:00.000+08:002007-08-10T10:05:53.403+08:00

You know, going to a college of 800 people in a town whose main draw was Wal-Mart, and where the biggest event in my time there was the Christmas Wal-Mart decided to go 24 hours, I never really learned time management.I'm having to learn fast.Three chapters of reading (not three chapters of Harry Potter..this is 30 page + per of ATC, AVC, MCp, MCl, SAC, LAC, alpha, beta, change of this over

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-74759452852916953612007-08-09T09:36:00.000+08:002007-08-09T20:24:21.524+08:00

It is a bit odd to think that the last time I gave this a crack, I was in Buenos Aires consumed with the World Cup, thinking about a wedding, and not quite sure what I was going to do after coming back to America.Now, after a sojourn in Cincinnati, here I am in Washington DC, beginning grad school at Johns Hopkins School of Advanced International Studies (no - it isn't the med school. Yes, it is

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1150075730224767022006-06-12T09:17:00.000+08:002006-06-12T09:28:50.266+08:00

Just have them play on a Saturday afternoon, against any nation, in the World Cup. At least, this is the recipe in Argentina.The city stopped at four.I watched the game at a friend of Natalia's. Their apartment is on the first floow, right above a very busy road. 3:50, still traffic. 4:00, none. Looking out the window I saw at least five cabs pulled over to the side of the road, abandoned,

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1149731602065760392006-06-08T09:50:00.000+08:002006-06-08T09:53:22.066+08:00

The inside of (I think it was called) the Theatre Cafe in Tandil...at any rate, the cafe was next to the theatre, and not far from the central plaza. The brownies weren't great, and neither was the tea, but the Irish Coffee was good and cheap, and they carry a local brew which isn't bad either. The interior was very inviting after a walk in the wind. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1149731431699889252006-06-08T09:49:00.000+08:002006-06-08T09:50:31.700+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1149731347016548382006-06-08T09:48:00.000+08:002006-06-08T09:49:07.016+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1149731279652713172006-06-08T09:45:00.000+08:002006-06-08T09:47:59.656+08:00

There are several impressive wall paintings in Tandil. This one, a depiction of a story involving some very religious people killing other people for God...sorry, can't remember many details. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1149731093974640732006-06-08T09:42:00.000+08:002006-06-08T09:44:53.996+08:00

The Lake of the Fort in Tandil...not so impressive(the fort or the lake), but a nice place to stroll around, even on a windy, cool autumn day. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148733826368278862006-05-27T20:39:00.001+08:002006-05-27T20:43:46.370+08:00

Following are faces and scenes from the 25 de Mayo Revolution Day holiday in Buenos Aires. Tens of thousands of people crowded into the microcenter centered around the Plaza de Mayo to listen to president Kirchner speak, to march, protest, or just sit around and drink mate. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148733565442071902006-05-27T20:39:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:39:25.463+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148733492794550852006-05-27T20:37:00.001+08:002006-05-27T20:38:12.796+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148733451485507782006-05-27T20:37:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:37:31.520+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148733352405195002006-05-27T20:35:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:35:52.423+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148733271473603372006-05-27T20:34:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:34:31.476+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148733230448966462006-05-27T20:33:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:33:50.450+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148733174326778062006-05-27T20:32:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:32:54.330+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148733128873474012006-05-27T20:31:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:32:08.876+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148733086908458802006-05-27T20:30:00.001+08:002006-05-27T20:31:26.910+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148733035778749382006-05-27T20:30:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:30:35.780+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148732976764429762006-05-27T20:24:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:29:36.766+08:00

Pamila is a young girl from Barrio Inflamable in Avellaneda, a place that was contaminated with toxic chemicals. Because of this she suffers from severe asthma and other respiratory problems. Her parents were in B.A. in association with Greenpeace. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148732661050794292006-05-27T20:22:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:24:21.053+08:00

A family walks down a 9 de Julio emptied of cars. As you can see, the street is littered with pamphlets promoting a variety of causes and politicians. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148732542308736492006-05-27T20:19:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:22:22.310+08:00

As I people walked from 9 de Julio towards Plaza de Mayo, a few entrepreneurs waited on Av. de Mayo with donkeys that kids could climb on and be pictured with. The animals looked pretty bored. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148732364160395292006-05-27T20:18:00.001+08:002006-05-27T20:19:24.160+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148732330992862662006-05-27T20:18:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:18:51.013+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148732064000750662006-05-27T20:13:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:14:24.003+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148731647419528752006-05-27T20:06:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:08:45.790+08:00

Balloons hovering above the plaza as Kirchner speaks.

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148731602412781742006-05-27T20:04:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:06:42.413+08:00

After Kirchner's speech had finished, and as many were heading away from the Plaza de Mayo, back towards Congreso where many of the buses to take people home were waiting, a group of Peronistas arrived, announcing themselves with a thunderous collection of drums. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148731388931123472006-05-27T20:02:00.001+08:002006-05-27T20:03:08.933+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148731354617147172006-05-27T20:02:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:02:34.620+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148731308500592712006-05-27T19:58:00.000+08:002006-05-27T20:01:48.503+08:00

As I made the 30 block walk home, and as protesters and Kirchner fans walked to the hundreds of buses lining the streets, waiting to take people home, I came across this family. They are cartoneros, people who pick through the trash looking for recycleables. They were the only ones I saw working on Thursday. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148730818200323812006-05-27T19:52:00.000+08:002006-05-27T19:53:38.216+08:00

Do you see the shopping cart in the previous picture? This is the little girl sleeping in there. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148523026577325952006-05-25T09:56:00.000+08:002006-05-25T10:10:26.660+08:00

I went to the local Catholic church Sunday...or rather one of the local Catholic churches...expecting a 45 minute speed mass like the kind they usually have. Instead, there was a full house come to celebrate the children at the school. The priest gave an impassioned sermon that had people cheering and clapping. As it didnt really feel like a mass, I decided to take some pictures as the church is

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148522176650039782006-05-25T09:55:00.000+08:002006-05-25T09:56:16.653+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148522124763417432006-05-25T09:54:00.000+08:002006-05-25T09:55:24.763+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148522067303317732006-05-25T09:53:00.000+08:002006-05-25T09:54:27.320+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148485656392561822006-05-24T23:46:00.001+08:002006-05-24T23:47:36.393+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148485598781210972006-05-24T23:46:00.000+08:002006-05-24T23:46:38.820+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148476630424331022006-05-24T21:08:00.001+08:002006-05-24T21:17:10.426+08:00

I chatted with this woman for about fifteen minutes on Sunday. She was waiting for I don't know what on the corner across the street from the church. She told me she was from the north, from an area where life is poor enough that when I asked her about it she just shook her head and frowned. "Its no good there," she said. "I never want to go back." She's been in BA for about 15 years now - has

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148476130149527962006-05-24T21:08:00.000+08:002006-05-24T21:08:50.150+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148476085131445262006-05-24T21:07:00.000+08:002006-05-24T21:08:05.160+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148386875874550782006-05-23T20:17:00.000+08:002006-05-23T20:21:15.876+08:00

These are some of the neighborhood characters, homeless guys I see every day in one of two spots just around the corner. The one in the foreground, in the blue jacket, is the most straightforward, telling me, "I live right over there, on that doorstep." On Sunday I was taking pictures, took one of them, and then they invited me to eat some streetside grill with them - excellent chicken. They also

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148386486973076882006-05-23T20:13:00.000+08:002006-05-23T20:14:46.976+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148386332077245862006-05-23T20:11:00.000+08:002006-05-23T20:12:12.080+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148386242346926652006-05-23T20:09:00.000+08:002006-05-23T20:10:42.346+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148386169742345962006-05-23T20:08:00.000+08:002006-05-23T20:09:29.743+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148386096799189102006-05-23T20:07:00.000+08:002006-05-23T20:08:16.800+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148386009688049892006-05-23T20:06:00.000+08:002006-05-23T20:06:49.690+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148385950503346602006-05-23T20:05:00.000+08:002006-05-23T20:05:50.506+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148385877397536252006-05-23T20:04:00.000+08:002006-05-23T20:04:37.430+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148249027030929482006-05-22T06:02:00.000+08:002006-05-22T06:03:47.030+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148248923309143422006-05-22T06:01:00.000+08:002006-05-22T06:02:03.310+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148248858393288542006-05-22T05:59:00.000+08:002006-05-22T06:00:58.393+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148248757525885202006-05-22T05:57:00.000+08:002006-05-22T05:59:17.550+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1148222889501748742006-05-21T22:27:00.000+08:002006-05-21T22:51:00.846+08:00

This particular piece of writing has no real objective and no unifying theme. Just a few things Ive been meaning to mention about life in Buenos Aires that I havent come around to writing about yet.1)I live across from a hospital, and the computer is right under the window that faces the hospital. All the hours I spend here, writing or "being disciplined" about studying Chinese when in reality

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1147825854675446462006-05-17T08:29:00.000+08:002006-05-17T08:30:54.676+08:00

This is a photographer I've been doing a language exchange with...the photo an accident with a very long exposure. The effect, though, I like. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1147825765795196132006-05-17T08:26:00.000+08:002006-05-17T08:29:25.796+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1147825353627473192006-05-17T08:22:00.000+08:002006-05-17T08:22:33.626+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1147825233271852462006-05-17T08:18:00.000+08:002006-05-17T08:20:33.273+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1147825096797980802006-05-17T08:17:00.000+08:002006-05-17T08:18:16.796+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1147824997687847172006-05-17T08:15:00.000+08:002006-05-17T08:16:37.690+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1147824909302087712006-05-17T08:12:00.001+08:002006-05-17T08:15:09.303+08:00

There is a school on the corner of Ave. Rivadavia and Hipolito Hrigoyen where dozens of cats congregate and lounge in the grass yard. The sidewalk there is heavy with the smell of cat poo and cat food, but young, passing children always seem enchanted - and eager to feed the kitties. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1147824751108661272006-05-17T08:12:00.000+08:002006-05-17T08:12:31.110+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1147824699784948092006-05-17T08:10:00.000+08:002006-05-17T08:11:39.786+08:00

I obviously went a bit crazy with the curves on this picture, but I think it produced a pretty cool effect. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1147824594744432832006-05-17T08:08:00.000+08:002006-05-17T08:09:54.746+08:00

There are plenty of pastel highlights, or just painted in pastels in Buenos Aires. I still havent decided if this is a good thing or not. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1147824469319005002006-05-17T08:05:00.000+08:002006-05-17T08:07:49.356+08:00

Every time I pass one of the countless sidewalk newstands displaying their dirty magazines I try to imagine such a thing flying in Cincinnati...what an outcry there would be. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1147375640718604252006-05-12T02:07:00.000+08:002006-05-12T03:27:20.873+08:00

Again, 45 minutes for the following essay:"Our declining environment may bring the people of the world together as no politician, philosopher, or war ever could. Environmental problems are global in scope and respect no nation's boundaries. Therefore, people are faced with the choice of unity and cooperation on the one hand or diunity and a common tragedy on the other."Starting now. Yes, a

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1147276454282238772006-05-10T23:01:00.000+08:002006-05-10T23:54:33.550+08:00

I have 45 minutes to develop an essay in response to the following quote. The essay is graded on a scale of 1-6 in terms of cogency, use of language, persuasiveness, use of example, fluidity, etc."Both the development of technilogical tools and the uses to which humanity has put them have created modern civilizations in which loneliness is ever-increasing."Starting now: In my lifetime, I have

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1147272983626515062006-05-10T22:37:00.000+08:002006-05-10T22:56:23.716+08:00

"The economy is going to pot. Gas prices are escalating. I just voted for Bush because he's a Republican, even though I disapproved of the war. If I could go back, I would not vote for him." This was a quote in the NY Times today, in an article about George Bush's falling approval ratings. Upon reading that, I had to wonder, how many other people voted for the man because "he was a republican,"

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1146930271030033772006-05-06T23:41:00.000+08:002006-05-06T23:44:31.080+08:00

I mentioned before I am studying for the GRE. I just finished a three hour session and I am going to post the essay and argument analysis I had to write. These get graded on a scale of 1-6 based on command of language, force of argument, clarity, use of examples, ability to use transitions, etc. So, what do you think? Anybody want to grade me?"In our time, specialists of all kinds are highly

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1146793594608713952006-05-05T09:26:00.000+08:002006-05-05T09:46:34.663+08:00

Every Thursday night I return home from a tutoring job about 60 blocks away from home. The ride there is awful. The sun is still up, though just, the bus is full and I have to stand, and the road is clogged. Traffic crawls which makes standing all the more annoying. The ride back, though, is a different story. I never have a problem getting a seat. It is dark, and as I am heading towards

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1145731730535845492006-04-23T02:45:00.000+08:002006-04-23T02:48:50.536+08:00

Maipu Station, the beginning / end of the Tren de la Costa which runs back and forth between B.A. and the Tigre Delta, where the Rio de la Plata runs into the ocean. For 8 pesos, one can buy a return ticket that allows you to get on and off at any of the stations along the way, which is great as there are nice cafes, market areas, and rich neighborhoods to check out. We did this last Saturday,

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1145731433870036732006-04-23T02:43:00.000+08:002006-04-23T02:43:53.870+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1145731388711902342006-04-23T02:42:00.000+08:002006-04-23T02:43:08.713+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1145731333150057342006-04-23T02:39:00.000+08:002006-04-23T02:42:13.153+08:00

I was surprised by the amount of boat traffic on the river. There were the larger tourist boats (like the one I was on, and the one at the back of this line) as well as the smaller brown tourist boats in the foreground. There were also motorboats and jet skis and waterskiers, as well as a few brave canoers. At times the waves sent out in the wakes of the boat spilled over the walls lining the

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1145731127517979652006-04-23T02:37:00.000+08:002006-04-23T02:38:47.520+08:00

One of the many nice homes and/or clubs lining the delta area in Tigre. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1145731046978067382006-04-23T02:36:00.000+08:002006-04-23T02:37:26.980+08:00

We passed a lot of wonderful homes along the way. We passed by an equal number of burned out, rusted old boats. 

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The view as we pulled into dock after our boat trip around Tigre. 

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A glimpse of the amusement park in Tigre, which is just behind a huge casino. 

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A photo of the Cathedral in San Isidro, one of the stops along the Tren de la Costa. There is a market in a park just outside the church, and a neighborhood of million dollar homes all around it. 

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This was taken inside the Cathedral in San Isidro the day before Easter, just after a man finished using a mob with a long handle to polish the Christ above the altar.  

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Las Violetas is an old-style European cafe not far from Natalia's house. They have a shop selling cakes and tortas, as well as a large cafe. We visited on Easter Sunday to get some cake for dessert. The pictures that follow do not show how truly crowded it was, esp. the bakery. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1145730427805289122006-04-23T02:26:00.000+08:002006-04-23T02:27:07.806+08:00

 

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For my digital photography class, we had to take photos of the same subject at different times throughout the day. The next to show the difference between 8:30 AM and 5:00 PM. In between was a clear blue sky. 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1145730094457780092006-04-23T02:21:00.000+08:002006-04-23T02:21:34.460+08:00

 

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1145729628337564092006-04-23T02:12:00.000+08:002006-04-23T02:13:48.336+08:00

This is another example of early day/late afternoon changes. 

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Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1145634614849586802006-04-21T23:31:00.000+08:002006-04-24T08:42:15.400+08:00

I have a bad habit of looking at my stat counter all the time to see how many people have come to my site on any given day...I've referred to this before (and padded my stats a bit in the process). I also like to see where the visits are coming from, and just now, when I checked, this is what I found. Last ten visits:Plano, TexasRensselaer, IN (hello Padre?)Cincinnati, OH - no surpriseBuenos

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On this rainy, windy day I need to vent about a few pet peeves in Buenos Aires, in part because one of them just soaked my shoe and the lower half of my pants leg. There are many danger on the sidewalks here - first and foremost in the minds of most dog crap (or caca as it is known here) and thieves. There are also uneven spots and heaps of trash to be found, but one that I really hate, esp. on

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1145452920607135722006-04-19T21:06:00.000+08:002006-04-19T21:22:00.720+08:00

Actually, this happened to me when I was 22, as well. I was in the freezer at the convenience store I worked at in Cincinnati, stacking cases of beer. I bent down to pick one up and as I started to lift, I got stuck. My lower back just blew up. I had to have a friend help straighten me out. Awful. Sunday, Natalia and I started doing salsa lessons with a friend who is willing to teach us. We made

Alan Brinkernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10574604.post-1145289984878037622006-04-18T00:00:00.000+08:002006-04-18T00:06:24.926+08:00

Wow. I just checked to my little counter thing at the bottom of the page and discovered that I have now had more than 10,000 visitors. I can only wonder how many of those 10,000 visits were me checking to see how many people had visited. Half maybe?10,000 is a pretty big number, I suppose. Then I consider that this is over the span of 13 or 14 months (seems a lot longer) and the number doesn't

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If you browse down a bit, you will find a bunch of pictures from my visa trip to Colonia, Uruguay. There are also a few of B.A. mixed in, as well as life on the boat.For anyone in the area, Colonia is worth a trip, esp. considering you can buy a one day round trip ticket for as cheap as 79 pesos- that for a slow boat which requires about 6 hours of boat time and offers about 5 hours of walking

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