Saturday, December 30, 2006

I can't help it...

...the yanq is a yank, after all...

...and though this blog is not very political or terribly yanqui-centric, I cannot let this pass without comment.

¿What in the hell were the leaders of the old country thinking?

No one remembers why we invaded Iraq. No one knows why we are still there.

And now we have hung their president.

It doesn't matter what your views are concerning capital punishment. What matters is your view as to what constitutes justice.

Was he a son-of-a bitch? Sure. But so am I and so are you.

Did he systematically murder innocent people in the course of his insane cause? Yes. But so have the people that sent him to the gallows.

Why was this man not sent to the Hague? Is international justice not good enough?

Don't speak to me of Nuremberg. That man got nothing remotely resembling Borman, Göring or Hess. The days when we fought fascism are long gone.

Read Juan Cole:

"Dec. 30, 2006 | The body of Saddam, as it swung from the gallows at 6 a.m. Saturday Baghdad time, cast an ominous shadow over Iraq. The execution provoked intense questions about whether his trial was fair and about what the fallout will be. One thing is certain: The trial and execution of Saddam were about revenge, not justice. Instead of promoting national reconciliation, this act of revenge helped Saddam portray himself one last time as a symbol of Sunni Arab resistance, and became one more incitement to sectarian warfare.

Saddam Hussein was tried under the shadow of a foreign military occupation, by a government full of his personal enemies. The first judge, an ethnic Kurd, resigned because of government interference in the trial; the judge who took his place was also Kurdish and had grievances against the accused. Three of Saddam's defense lawyers were shot down in cold blood. The surviving members of his defense team went on strike to protest the lack of protection afforded them. The court then appointed new lawyers who had no expertise in international law. Most of the witnesses against Saddam gave hearsay evidence. The trial ground slowly but certainly toward the inevitable death verdict...

...The tribunal also had a unique sense of timing when choosing the day for Saddam's hanging. It was a slap in the face to Sunni Arabs. This weekend marks Eid al-Adha, the Holy Day of Sacrifice, on which Muslims commemorate the willingness of Abraham to sacrifice his son for God. Shiites celebrate it Sunday. Sunnis celebrate it Saturday –- and Iraqi law forbids executing the condemned on a major holiday. Hanging Saddam on Saturday was perceived by Sunni Arabs as the act of a Shiite government that had accepted the Shiite ritual calendar."

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Friday, December 22, 2006

How's yer $ how's yer €

Feel free to be anonymous. Are you working the spread?

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Ah...Buenos Aires, que lindo sos...

¡Exito! Finally, we scheduled ourselves, the vet, pachamama, and one particular bunch of the smartest, most stubborn cows in the world...altogether at the same time. We are now government certified hoof-and-mouth free for another 6 months.

Maybe now that we're back in the big town, I can finally meet some of the newest yanquis that have answered the call to form an Organizing Committee for Democrats Abroad!

As to those beautiful recalcitrant young cow-ladies...I may have a theory as to why they WOULD NOT GO to get their shots. If you've never heard of Temple Grandin, you're in for a real treat. If you are familiar with the autistic savant of the cow world you will groove to this BBC Documentary on Google Video.

I have, actually, gotten down on my hands and knees in the manga to get a cows' eye view of things as she suggests. But after watching the video I have some more ideas.

You'll enjoy the beeb doc no matter what your walk of life.

Monday, December 18, 2006

back to the cows

The recent TREMENDOUSLY WELCOME AND GLORIOUS rains in the central part of the province have played hell with our schedule to get into the fields for the semi-annual government inspection.

Tomorrow morning we try again. Wish us luck. See you in 3 or 4 days.

While I'm gone...why not direct your attention to the one of the VERY best angloparlante blogs in La Argentina?

You'll be glad you did.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Good Airs in the NYT

Kudos have to be in order for one of our own, Ian Mount of http://www.goodairs.com/ , who rated a sweet article in today's Sunday NYT travel section. Nice goin', man!

¿moo?

Saturday, December 16, 2006

The Secret Life of Words


I thought that the English language trailer was so poor that I was going to dispense with the whole thing of placing it in a post. I started to think, though, how hard it would be to make a trailer for this film and I became a little more forgiving. Then I found the French trailer! Enjoy (especially the Tom Waits bit of the soundtrack.)

In the interest of full disclosure, I believe that I was in the proper mood and frame of mind to see this "beautifully wrought chamber-drama" (as the NYT termed it) and let it tow me out to the middle of the North Sea to the tiny rooms of an off-shore drilling rig forever under its soggy gray sky. I think it's one of the best films I've seen in a long time.

As the story spiraled into the lives of Hanna (Sarah Polley) and Josef (Tim Robbins) I settled in for the hypnotic trip into the characters, every spin stripping away a little more of what they've carefully built to show the world and hide behind.

Catalán director Isabel Coixet pulls Hanna from her UK factory job in the same roundabout way...only to sandwich her between endless sea and clouds on the all but abandoned platform to nurse Robbins' injuries from an explosion.

After enough layers are peeled away there is suddenly nothing left to hold back the either character's core and the tick-tock of their lives changes as does the pacing of the film.

The nordic setting of the film along with its pace and its interiors centered in the bleak nothingness left more than a few viewers with a Scandinavian feel. Afterwards, everyone seemed to be lingering in the lobby for the opportunity to say something about the experience with strangers. I haven't seen that since I don't remember when.

Here's the cartalera from La Nación.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Why don't we have our own restaurant yet?

Groove to a positive forum post by looking here.

To my mind, one of the really great things about immigrants is the strange and wonderful foods that they bring.

This city, especially, is open to imported influences like almost no other.

We're reaching a critical mass in which we should be able to provide for the cravings of our group...and enrich the cultural fabric.

We have a lot of talent to offer.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

La verdad incómoda

...a little late getting at this but it's still showing at these theaters.

Did you see it? Whadja think?

Jon Katz

There's a new Elvis in town...well, not exactly in town...but I'm a FAN!

Shaggy Dog Story

My wife's favorite television program...and we don't even have a dog!

I had to link to this story from Truckee Today, a Truckee, CA special supplement to the Reno Gazette-Journal. I've been stumbling upon occasional installments of the Cushman family's saga here in Buenos Aires ever since they pulled up stakes and moved here two years ago.

They lost the family dog up around Olivos and got it back through the good offices of my favorite TV show...not that I even watch TV, I don't. But this particular program has granted me hours of peace by completely opiating my wife every Sunday for God-only-knows how many hours that the program goes on.

You really should take a peek in on the show if you get a chance. It is a tremendous hit here. Your host Raúl Portal and his Cuban dog, Chicha Candela, put on a show in which people who have lost dogs and people who have found dogs (and other pets, too, I think) get together and see what matches up. You can show up at the studio, or call them on the telephone, or send them an email...or just tune in to see if your little darling has been found.

Raúl is a former local police officer, with all the baggage that accompanies that, who (I was wrong about him being a police officer) somewhere along the road to Damascus decided to devote his life to reuniting pets and their owners. He started out as a small segment on another program, I believe, and eventually ended up with several hours on the América network and his own production company. You can't get any simpler production values, live-TV, wireless mics, pretty assistants, a studio audience, Portal pauses every now and then to hawk a product. And then, several times per hour, you get owners and pets miraculously reunited and all of the attendant emotion that you'd expect. This program would work anywhere in the world.

But now for the BEST part: what I liked most about Beth Cushman's story was how is was a perfect little microcosm of the Buenos Aires experience. It's an antidote to some of the truly horrible things that people write and publish about other people, other cultures and big cities in general.

You squeeze some 11 million people of all walks into this space and anything could happen...you could even lose your dog.

Everybody in the big town considers themselves to be experts on living and surviving here and, to varying degrees they all are. Beth and her fulanos go from loss, to hope, to joy, to fear and finally a happy ending.

It's a story that could leave you with the realization that a big part of any bigcity-dweller's self-preservation kit has to be the firm conviction that evil is truly uncommon. Otherwise, you ain't really livin'.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

D for Disorientation

I just stumbled across a terrific blog while perusing the Google Blogs Alert for Argentine Beef!

Small Argentine-blog-world that it is...I first read the author today in a comment he made to my previous post!

It's a very fine blog that covers some important national issues...add to that the fact that it's from Rosario...and I'm ecstatic.

Good reading.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Expats Beware


For several months I've listed Buenos Aires Expatriates Group among the links on yanquimike.com.ar

I can't bring myself to link to that organization any longer and I would advise you from becoming associated with it.


It is neither particularly Buenos Aires nor Expatriate nor a Group. That in itself is no indictment.


However, the site prominently displays an innocent looking forum under its masthead that might probably lead a casual visitor to believe that it is all three of those things. That would be an error...and an error that is actively encouraged by that website.

The "group" is rather small judged by the attendance of their somewhat monthly gatherings. Anyone attending those gatherings is liable to have a pleasant evening devoid of the invective that is encouraged in that prominent forum.

However, the open forum...the most prominent feature of the site...will give an impression that anyone attending the "get togethers" holds the same general opinions of xenophobia and distain for porteños and argentinos. This is not generally the case among the "members" I have met but the confusion is understandable.


If you'll allow me a prediction, to some degree or another, there will come a backlash to foreign residents here if for no other reason than we are such a new phenomenon.
The open forum of Buenos Aires Expatriates Group, and anything like it, will become a focus of that backlash...unless moderated.

Unfortunately, the "site admin" and "moderator" of the site encourages and participates in the such comments. Therefore, we're not likely to see anything along the lines of badly needed reform.

My advice: stay away. Any association with this group could well come back to haunt you.

I finally GOT 'em!

This is a completely unretouched, unzoomed foto of these little RED guys that I've been seeing along the "driveway" inside the estancia. They not only blow the red sensor on my Sony DSC-S85...the blow the red sensor on your eyeballs as well.

They've been there for months. The first time I saw them I thought they were so delicate and intense that they would never be there the next day. Then I saw them again...and again. Since they are on the road that leads to the casco from the tranquera I either didn't have my camera, couldn't access my camera, or just felt plain stupid wanting to stop the car for a flower picture.

Thursday, however, we ran into a scheduling problem that left me with not much else to do in the middle of the hottest part of the day after a morning of work and an ice-cold shower...while all the rest of us animals were taking a siesta.

They are so intensely red that you can see them far in the distance. They grow by themselves and in little clumps.

They last such a long time that I would be surprised if they are not well known to gardeners. Anybody know what they are?

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Fin de la Ley Seca

Just a short one to commemorate the end of the prohibition of alcholic beverages in Yanquilandia. The 21st amendment to the US Constitution was ratified 63 years ago today bringing back beer to one of my favorite bars in Chicago among other places (much to the consternation of at least one of the bartenders in that very place!)

Let it give us hope.

Friday, December 01, 2006

¡alpargatas si!

...bombachas can come later. It was fun reading the AP report on one of my favorite gaucho things, alpargatas.

I adore them...especially with the jute soles. They are tough, functional as well as a bit ingenious...not to mention disposable (I think I paid 4 Pesos for mine.)

Ones with rubber soles are very common, too. But not only will they cost you a Peso or two more in Old Once they are less cushiony and damned slippery on a wet Buenos Aires sidewalk. On the up-side, rubber soles won't shrink like the jute ones if you happen to get them wet. The jutes stretch back after they dry but it takes a few blocks.

In fact, when you buy the jute model, you have to select them at least two Argentine sizes smaller than the rubber. There is a short breaking-in period in which they stretch to a comfortable glove-like fit (if you don't get them almost painfully too small you'll end up with a pair of hemp flip-flops as the back part of the upper will not bind to your heel.)

Apparently they are of Pyrenean origin and arrived here in the first half of the 19th century much to the delight of Gauchos in three countries. Before their appearance on the scene, Gauchos used the bota de potro, a sleeve of rawhide taken directly from the leg of a horse...one of it's joints forming a natural heel for the boot...but, of course, that left it being toe-less.

The jute sole is made from a length of rope or braid that is wound by hand into a sole-shaped coil.

Modern soles are then steamed and heated then they get the traditional stitching that goes through the middle of all the rope strands thereby holding them into shape.

My wife can't stand the scratchiness of the jute but I find it pleasantly stimulating and, after a while, the inner and outer surfaces wear down to a felt-like nap. Not only that but, as you might guess, they breathe like no other shoe I have ever worn. And all that scouring, breathing, and the kind of herbal nature of the rope leaves your feet feeling and smelling pretty good at the end of the day.

The Wikipedia entry (spanish only) shows its astute Gaucho fashion-sense in mentioning that they are inseparable companions to the bombacha trousers (which have a pretty interesting history themselves!)