A little summer cleaning. What with today being the ninth day of summer, and that having absolutely no relevance or significance to me, I would like to note the following:
Thing one: I do not care how many times you tell me that humid heat is better than dry heat, it simply is not true. Humid heat makes you wilt, takes away your will to live. Dry heat bores a hole in your skull and sucks the moisture out of your brain, but a dry, dessicated brain is better than a wilty everything. I used to live in Washington, DC, and recently spent a week in melty Buenos Aires. Chileans, stop deceiving yourselves, you got the better end of the heat stick (though not the sun stick, which bears no resemblance to a rain stick, I’m afraid).
Thing two: I made it all the way through past Christmas without eating any, but yesterday, at a synogogue of all places, I had my first piece of Pan de Pascua (vaguely similar to fruitcake, but not really) of the season. It was clovey and had lots of nuts in it, and the people at his progressive synogogue were pretty awesomely nice and the music and discussion were lovely, including Roma (as in Gypsy, not as in Rome)-inspired Nómade, which I can’t seem to find a link for at the moment. I find a link to another group with the same name, but the sound isn’t the same.
Thing three: I am digitizing my music collection and getting rid of a boatload of CDs, most of them recorded from my originals which are somewhere in the universe in a box. If you live in Santiago and are dying for some new-to-you music, talk to me baby.
Thing four: I also have a stack of books that is ready to go to new owners. How should I handle this? should I create a blog post so you can see what they are, and let me know what you want? In my brain there was a googledoc and we all participated, but then my brain got dessicated from the boring (as in drilling, not as in fome) sun, and today is weirdly overcast, but you know what I mean. If anyone wants to googledoc a Santiago book exchange, let me know and I’ll pimp that doc. Otherwise I’ll just look at my coffee table in sadness, wondering why it won’t empty itself.
Thing five: I have been a busy bee, over at Matador, where I’ve been writing and snapping, like this:
23 Movies that will make you want to travel
and
Fashionistas do battle at House of Diehl’s Style Wars in Buenos Aires
Thing six: I have also been a blogging fool over at NileGuide where I’m soon to be the Chile expert, not just the Santiago expert. Which I think might be exciting, or it might be a whole bunch more work. And I’m paid by the click, so clicketydo if you’re curious.
Three Indie Movie Houses in Santiago
and
Santiago a mil, free and cheap stuff to do in Santiago in January
and
Mapocho to be used as a canvas for light, kicking off January 19th
Thing seven: There is no thing seven.
Thing one: humid heat sucks rocks! This isn't even HEAT dude!
Thing two: I have like 4 things of pan de pascua. I don't love it that much, but everyone thinks I need to try it since we "don't have it in the US" (us, yes we do, just with out all the pan part 😉 and they forget that I lived here for 4 years and surely must have tried it then…
Thing three: you should invite me over to look at your books
That's all the things I got…
what music are you trying to get rid of?
Who ever said that humid heat is better than dry heat?! Must be on crack. Dry heat is tough, but as you said at least you're not reduced to a wilted flower who can only drink fruit juice (memories from Paraguay).
Wish we could pop over to take a look at the books. Good luck with clearing out the clutter…and moving to a new place?
I think I might be the only one, but I take humid heat over dry heat anytime. Summer in Buenos Aires? Count me in! At least I can walk on the street without burning there. Seriously, I was the only one not complaining the whole time. And I also survived Hong Kong! I guess it's because I grew up with humid heat and dry heat is relatively new to me.
BTW, I'm interested in the books too!
Humid heat is by FAR the worst! I lived nearly 6 years in the Sahara desert. Mostly it was hot and dry and horrible, but for 2 months it was less hot but humid, and those two months were sheer hell.
Although I noticed once it was past 115 F it didn't matter if it was wet or dry; one was just miserable.
And re: your previous post. Kids just learn pronunciation things that adults can't. It has to do with the brain as it grows. Which is why my daughter has been embarrassed by my French since she was 6. Sigh.
Humid heat is definitely worse!!
Summer cleaning (well, winter cleaning) sounds like a fantastic idea right about now.
Happy New Year lady! Finally catching up on all my favorite blogs