Choripan night: 11 de enero de 2015
Last night was choripan night in the hostel, and I worked from 4pm to midnight, my first day shift. Well, “day” meaning not after midnight, when I usually work. It was fun to talk to all the people, sell alcohol,…
Fernet and cola under the stars: 04 de enero de 2015
The start of my new year was kind of una mierda. New Year’s Eve we had the hostel to ourselves: Kate, who I played soccer with in college, chiquita, blonde hair, blue eyes, and the most beautiful clear skin, as…
I am skilled at listening, adjusting, adapting: 29 de diciembre de 2014
I feel like people just want to tell me everything. I am skilled at listening, adjusting, adapting, dancing around in their world until we’re chasing each other and I can’t stop the stream of questions funneling out of my mouth…
I have so much to analyze, to brainstorm, to invent: 09 de diciembre de 2014
I have so much to analyze, to brainstorm, to invent. I’m in Mendoza, a perfect temperature night. The swollen summer heat has deflated into a dark coolness with an occasional warm breeze. I’m drinking Fernet and Cola, Chiki watches the…
This is the sixth sense: 26 de noviembre de 2013
Diary entries, miscommunications, the prickly feeling on your skin when you can sense so strongly other people’s emotions in waves multiplying exponentially. This is the sixth sense, the psychological sense, the sense pulled into being by la marihuana; la marihuana,…
I find myself missing him less and less: 13 de noviembre de 2013
As the days without him go on I find myself missing him less and less, thinking about him less and less. We went to a coffee shop the other day to do homework and he ended up leaving and walking…
Wear your body loosely and move comfortably: 28 de octubre de 2013
Knowledge as attractive, feeling like I’m not learning and progressing and becoming more self-aware. Get a mentor, wear your body loosely and move comfortably, slouchy, act as if your body is such an un-burden that you don’t even notice it,…
4/20 was so fucked up: 22 de abril de 2014
4/20 was so fucked up, in a good way. Sonja, Agustín, and I smoked a joint in Agustín’s room and listened to music. We talked about so many beautiful things. I was astounded because I realized they are both very…
I feel that nostalgia fall always brings: 10 marzo 2014 – 4 abril 2014
The days feel as if they were whizzing past, streaked, blurry greens and grays swirling into the colours of fall. Wrinkled, crackly tan leaves have started appearing everywhere. I feel that nostalgia fall always brings, misting off the tips of…