Last night I went to a club with Rachel and her friend Natania, called Araoz (on the street of the same name). It was a hip-hop club, and they played [almost?] exclusively American hip-hop (the DJ was American), and it was interesting. I wanted them to play three songs, of which they played one, which isn’t bad. (I don’t listen to much music in this vein — I wanted Ludacris’ “Fantasy,” which is perhaps too old, and that ancient “Choo Choo Train” song whose name I don’t even know, which definitely is too old, and the Kanye West remix of the Daft Punk song, which they did indeed play.) Regardless, it was an interesting time.

Today I slept a lot, by which I mean I woke up feeling sick, didn’t end up going to observe at the public hospital (I’ll go next week), and slept until… well, really late. I hate doing that, both because I’m not here for that long and because I feel disoriented for sleeping so long, but it was perhaps in general a good thing, since I feel better now.

This evening I made myself a tofu-and-eggplant stir fry, served over rice (yeah, I know this is Argentina, I found tofu at a health food store, and dammit it’s still lots cheaper than good meat, and I like tofu a lot, so.. shrug). And then I went out to a bar I had been wanting to go to, called Kim y Novak, at 4900 Gūemes, and had a drink, solo. Being at a bar is reasonably awkward when you’re alone, which I’d never much thought about before, but I liked this bar a lot — it had a cool atmosphere, relatively good music, and a clientele that made me feel comfortable. Some plus-es: there were two house dogs running around; there was a kid there who looked a lot like Louis Garrel; while I sat at the bar, an old woman came in, wearing a fur coat, and sat on the couch with her tiny dog, and had a champagne. While young folks ran about. Supposedly, there’s good dancing downstairs later in the evening; I shall have to go back with friends, later than just 1:30.

When I got home I took a photo of myself on my laptop’s camera and managed to upload it (it’s not a good picture; think of it as proof that I’m alive, sort of like the way a kidnapper might take a photo with a newspaper). I may not have mentioned that I brought my OLPC with me, but I did, and it turns out to be quite useful, and really entirely functional for what I would want it to do. In any case, picture below, and goodnight folks; I’ll try and upload some photographs from my own camera at some point soon.