Thursday, February 26, 2009
The other day, without realizing it, my own father changed the way we communicate forever. Actually I was an accomplice in this, as I accepted his friend request on Facebook.
I love Facebook now, but didn’t start out that way. I was hesitant at first to join in after spending plenty of time with Friendster, Tribe, MySpace, Fotolog, and others. I didn’t see the social networking sites as much more than social masturbation and a return to the shallow schoolyard game of becoming popular. I begrudgingly signed up for Facebook when my friend Albert sent me an invitation in September 2007. Quickly I found other friends via its tools such as uploading all my contacts, and discovering mutual friends of friends. Continue »
Saturday, January 31, 2009
In Argentina, the change you have in your pocket is sacred. That’s because there just aren’t enough coins. Anytime you make a purchase, the merchant will infallibly try their best to wrest that last 50 centavos or one-peso coin remaining in your pocket. Waiters will forgo getting a tip in order to avoid giving you that $3.35 in change. I have refused my own boyfriend, Guillermo, change for the bus when, for the second day in a row, he requested 2 peso coins from my reserve in exchange for a paper bill. This has been the way of life here for longer than the 4 years I have been here, and recently it has gotten worse.
Public transportation in Argentina is great, but the buses here only accept coins as payment. The machines will happily give change for your one-peso coin, but there is nowhere to insert a paper bill. Until a couple weeks ago, the fares within the city of Buenos Aires were 1 peso or less, so with a single peso, you could count on transportation. Now that the fares have risen to $1.10 and $1.20, that is no longer the case. People are scrambling more to get those extra coins. Continue »
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Without having studied it as much as it deserves, I am taking a stab at a topic that provokes extremely powerful and complex reactions. My point-of-view may change drastically over time, but I have to start somewhere. Continue »