Hourglass
Back in October, I bought some brown sugar to go with the oatmeal I eat religiously each morning. When I opened the sugar bag for the first time, I pulled too hard and the plastic broke apart completely. I had to put the loose sugar somewhere, so I sacrificed my only Tupperware-like storage container. The sugar fit almost exactly, a brown block that seemed so large that I could never finish it.
Nine months later, though, the sugar is dwindling fast. A few grains disappear with each day’s oatmeal.
Shortly after I filled the Tupperware, it occurred to me that the sugar might run out about when it was time for me to leave Argentina. I had no evidence for this, but intuitively or superstitiously it made sense — like the flat-universe theory — and since then I have taken it as fact. I watch the sugar disappearing like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz watching the grains run out of the Wicked Witch of the West’s hourglass.
Dorothy was supposed to die when the hourglass ran out; I merely have to return to the US for law school. Still, each morning, my shrinking sugar reserve worries me, making me wonder if I know what I’m doing, or if I will end up like the gargoyle on the front of the Harvard Student Directory:
So, to comfort myself, I’m working on a list of things to look forward to in the US (in no particular order):
Oh – people in the northern hemisphere have something to be thankful for today: it is the longest day of the year. Here, it’s the opposite, as this cartoon reminded me this morning:
Nine months later, though, the sugar is dwindling fast. A few grains disappear with each day’s oatmeal.
Shortly after I filled the Tupperware, it occurred to me that the sugar might run out about when it was time for me to leave Argentina. I had no evidence for this, but intuitively or superstitiously it made sense — like the flat-universe theory — and since then I have taken it as fact. I watch the sugar disappearing like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz watching the grains run out of the Wicked Witch of the West’s hourglass.
Dorothy was supposed to die when the hourglass ran out; I merely have to return to the US for law school. Still, each morning, my shrinking sugar reserve worries me, making me wonder if I know what I’m doing, or if I will end up like the gargoyle on the front of the Harvard Student Directory:
So, to comfort myself, I’m working on a list of things to look forward to in the US (in no particular order):
1. Indian food
2. Visiting my brother in Maine
3. Quiet streets
4. DSL
5. Dried basil
6. My historic soil map of New York City
7. Snow (eventually)
8. Cheap telephone calls to US-based friends
9. Warranty services for my digital camera
10. Pancakes
2. Visiting my brother in Maine
3. Quiet streets
4. DSL
5. Dried basil
6. My historic soil map of New York City
7. Snow (eventually)
8. Cheap telephone calls to US-based friends
9. Warranty services for my digital camera
10. Pancakes
Oh – people in the northern hemisphere have something to be thankful for today: it is the longest day of the year. Here, it’s the opposite, as this cartoon reminded me this morning:
previously there was tell me where your strength lies
afterwards you have staring back
Cuando se sale de un lugar para experimentar otras normas sociales se puede sentir lo que ocurre al pasar el tiempo y el espacio-- a lo que se refiere Jeremy
En resumidas cuentas, que boludo el mex--
Let me explain in English: To Mexican Indians, piloncillo, panocha or panela refers to a block of unrefined black sugar shaped as a cone of about 1 ½ inches tall. To the same "cultural" group, panocha also means vagina. This idiot pretends to use a colloquial "brain teaser" with sexual orientation attempting to sound cute. It didn't work out for him because nobody understands this bullshit in Argentina. I lived in Mexico for a while and understood what asshole meant.
When one moves to a different place and experiments other lifestyles, one can truly feel what happens with the passing of time and space-- like Jeremy feels.
In short, what an asshole this mex guy--
Ahora en Mexicano: Mira pinche indio, como de costumbre tiene que haber alguien que la chinge, y debias ser tú pa' acabarla de cagar. Debes ser uno de esos que nunca salió del rancho y te llevas la latita de chiles jalapeños en el velise pa' ponerle a las crepes en Paris si alcanzas a salir. Es una vergüenza que hagas quedar mal a tu país con comentarios tan pendejos como el que hiciste. Entre tanta gente decente que hay en México, tiene que relucir un pendejo como tú. Que lástima y que vergüenza. [submitted on 30 Jul 03]