Thursday, March 12, 2009

Parklife - A Lesson in Buenos Aires Leasure







What better way to enjoy a world recession than to lay in a park. Parks all accross the world are neglected and abandoned because of the emergence of television, amusement parks and tanning salons. In Buenos Aires, parks are not only a place to make out with your significant other, but they are a place of relaxation. Once your feet step onto the grass and release themselves from the pavement prison, you are in another world. No matter what age, size, color or sexual orientation, feel free to take your clothes off and lay. Go ahead..soak up the sun and drink a liter of beer with your dog. Read a new new novel from cover to cover while chain smoking in the sun. Write that short story you have had in your head for the last eight weeks.

Whatever you do during relaxation time in the park in Buenos Aires, don`t think about the economy or global warming, unless it fail to wear sunscreen and your dog next to you starts looking at you like a well deserved lunch. Escape is why parks were created and Portenos and Portenas find a sort of salvation in parks. The parks serve as a place away from the concrete jungle of the city life. Unlike other major metropolis cities in the Americas, for example New York, Buenos Aires offers more parks and more dog mess. So watch out before laying your favorite bedsheet down for a nice clean picknick in the park.

In all honesty and sarcasm aside, it is refreshing to see parks thouroughly enjoyed. There is a park with a fountain/pool, that I often run around. Street children, escaping the summer heat, go swimming in the fountain while on the other side old men play with their remote control sail boats. In the park closest to me, Las Heras Park, futbol is played everyday and night, rain or shine. A mix of colorful dancers and percussionists, wearing clothing from light blue to red, from orange to purple, march with unannounced enthusiasm through the park every Sunday afternoon; sharing with the Barrio a pulse that is inviting to the heart and embracing to the soul. Old men and women sit on the benches, strategically placed throughout the park serving as a front seat at some unpretencious and neverending movie, watching the unfolding Parklife.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

The many faces of Johnny Cash





Meet Johnny Cash the Border Collie. Johnny Cash is the dog of good friends, Jay and Joy Ray. Johnny cash loves Sofi and will make the many different faces when he feels the love. ok..maybe sofi is the one who makes many different faces but there really is love that exists in this dog.

Holidays in Buenos Aires


the air is original and soothing in Buenos Aires on Christmas. Summer sets in your mind and familiar images of Christmas trees and sparklers are only a distraction to the reality that exists on the streets. Emptiness. People leave the city and don`t return until the beginning of February.

Bike.


I bought a bike. 150 pesos.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Concrete Umbrellas

Massive concrete umbrellas are always fun. You can stand next to them, stand underneath them and even stand away from them. They give you shelter in the rain and keep you protected harmful UV rays.

Mi Barrio Norte


(Above)
My Street in Barrio Norte.

My Building.

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Music in Buenos Aires


La Bomba de la Tiempo is huge in Buenos Aires. Growing up in Southern California there is a label and scene for everything. Here it is not like that and people recognize what is good. They enjoy music regardless of what the fuck their hair looks like or some compulsive urge to connect music and identity. This group, La Bomba de la Tiempo, is an improvisational polyrhymic percussion band, conducted and orchestrated to move people. I have only seen them twice but each time I have had a great time and been pretty amazed at the connection between the music, the players and the audience.
A lot of tourists and Americans go to see them because they play every monday night at this wherehouse, that is shown above, and it is advertised in their little pocket tourist guide. So I can only handle a night of "Bomba" every so often. (A lot of tourists use Buenos Aires as their playground becasue it is so cheap and it gets annoying when you want to go see a band and some dudes from Ohio that are studying Spanish here, with Dave Mathews band t-shirts on come rolling in to the place and get shitfaced and make the other Americans, like myself, look as if we were raised on a moron farm.) At least there are no bros here..the Argetnine version of a bro is a tough football/rugby dude, but I think their IQ is still pretty high compared to the bro-anderthal. They also rock a version of the faux-hawk mullet (that was huge a few years back in California) but it is more Argentine and worn with a bad attitude.