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The Proletariat's Daughter: Buenos Aires: The Very Beginning
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Saturday, November 19, 2011. Buenos Aires: The Very Beginning. Besides the scare I had about not being able to board my plane in Los Angeles, my travel was pretty smooth. The 24 hours of travel was much less daunting than I thought it would be. The flight from Miami to Buenos Aires was quite pleasant actually. I flew on LAN. Upon arrival at the hostel I met a very eccentric (but harmless) guy from Columbia who suggested that we take a walk to Puerto Madero. To check out the Reserva Ecologica Costanera Sur.
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Top then Hope | Awakening Santoshi
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Misadventures of the Human Experiment. Posted March 9, 2009. Filed under: Yes, please! Home team vs. Away team:. Traditionally, once married, women are sent off to live with their husband’s family. From then on, she is the Away team and has to keep her head and face covered with her sari (even when cooking dinner as I saw last night at a friend’s house). When she goes back to her hometown, she plays again for the Home team and does not have to cover her face. What’s the resolution then? 8212; not joking&...
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and on the 20th day… | Awakening Santoshi
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Misadventures of the Human Experiment. And on the 20th day…. Posted January 31, 2009. Filed under: Yes, please! I thought I’d be writing this blog more often, but I find myself in front of a computer screen in spurts throughout the entire day for research, from post-breakfast to 12 or 1AM, so staring at a screen for pleasure doesn’t come to mind. But I shall make an attempt every so often. And I often wonder how this will come in handy after my India research stint. And, deadlines are tricky. Jus...So te...
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.just.plane.thoughts. | Awakening Santoshi
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Misadventures of the Human Experiment. Posted January 16, 2009. Just as I expected. As I embarked the plane from Zurich to Delhi I was greeted by, well first by a strangely stoic mustached Aryan man in a Swiss Air uniform, but then by a semi-undelightful blend of H2O. Agua, you ask? No A blend of. H my god, and the. Is for the blessed couple sitting next to me with eye-watering body bouquets. I was thinking about rubbing cayenne in my eyes to enhance the experience and just go for it! Now, en route….
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The Proletariat's Daughter: March 2009
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009. After that day I was turned upside down for awhile. I wrote the below poem during that time. I called you all last night…. But none of you were her. All i see is a yellow tarp. Laid over my brain. I'm seven years old. And thank god i didn’t see. Thank god.there was. Not one for me that day. But for her.yes. it was her. Day never mind her children. Never mind her youth. And never mind their children. The ones that die every day. Yellow tarp, draped. People are dying.every day.
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The Proletariat's Daughter: December 2011
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Tuesday, December 27, 2011. My Christmas in Buenos Aires. The recent holiday weekend in Buenos Aires was full of life and good cheer. It began with Christmas eve dinner and wine with friends. Ah. but first.let's not forget the fireworks. Imagine 4th of July. but right in the streets and for hours straight! I spent most of Christmas day in bed. But not to worry! This was my first taste of ice cream in BA, which is known for its ice cream. I can see why! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). On GiGi and the Walk Home.
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The Proletariat's Daughter: February 2009
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Friday, February 6, 2009. Some recent thoughts on my broken GI system. From journal entry 01/28/09:. God I am so sick of this unyeilding nausea! Sometimes I feel as though I'm living out some twisted curse, or unresolved bad karma from a previous life. Perhaps my mental grief is bigger than I know and expresses itself through my tortured guts. I pray for relief everyday. From journal entry 02/03/2009:. I still pray for relief. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Creative Take on a "Edible Rain Garden".
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The Proletariat's Daughter: February 2012
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Monday, February 6, 2012. I see sweat and sweat stains. The small imperfections on peoples clothes. Wisps of hair flying. Zippers up, zippers down. Young mothers, families. Dirty shoes and leather belts. Teenage love and teenage angst. Headphones, eyes closed. Beggars, sellers, performers. Blue collar, white collar. Skinny girls with shoulder bones protruding. Exhaustion, apprehension, boredom, curiosity. I hear conversations. foreign to me. High heels and botox. Grey hair and saggy breasts.
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The Proletariat's Daughter: On language.
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Wednesday, March 7, 2012. I've been thinking alot lately about the importance of language. Once I arrived in BsAs, I realized very quickly how much in our day to day lives we take the ability to communicate for granted. Of course you can get by living in another country that you don't speak the language. But get by. But something tells me that's not it. In any case, I am doing a fair amount of soul searching as of late. trying to figure out what's going on with me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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The Proletariat's Daughter: On the Subte
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Monday, February 6, 2012. I see sweat and sweat stains. The small imperfections on peoples clothes. Wisps of hair flying. Zippers up, zippers down. Young mothers, families. Dirty shoes and leather belts. Teenage love and teenage angst. Headphones, eyes closed. Beggars, sellers, performers. Blue collar, white collar. Skinny girls with shoulder bones protruding. Exhaustion, apprehension, boredom, curiosity. I hear conversations. foreign to me. High heels and botox. Grey hair and saggy breasts.
