Here is a list of some things about argentina:

sugar packets are three times their normal size
dog walkers all go about around 9am
almost every icecream parlor has specials on wednesdays
flower stands are generally open 24hrs
nobody wants to give change
everybody asks for change
nobody knows why such a shortage of change exists
men only catcall when either they are walking by or you are walking by
foreign women are "appreciated" most in Rosario
every talk show is like The View. everybody just talks at the same time
soft porn is totally acceptable for the general public
sidewalk manners dont really exist, but line manners definitely do
people tend to speak quite directly
most people tend to think they know more about the states than americans
during the spring, this tree with purple flowers is everywhere
argentines love dancers and models and actresses
high rate of anorexia and teen pregnancy
there´s an obsession with anything "european"
guys ride around on bikes selling helado and they all shout "helado" in the exact same way
breakfasts of crackers and jam are somehow romanticized into something delicious
mall food courts sell 12ounce steaks
mcdonalds has dulce de leche icecream instead of chocolate
people are eager to talk to others
acdc is THE rockband
a shocking amount of women wear purple
sleep deprivation.. you get used to it.
being an immigrant is cool, unless you´re from bolivia
"racism doesnt exist in argentina"- my host mom
the 29th of every month is Day of the Gnocchis
sundays are popular days to go to the park
rollerblading lives on strong
salt is missing pepper
coffee is really expensive, even though argentina is just south of the world´s largest producer
has every climate imaginable
old people are always given a seat in the subway or bus
as are pregnant women
hand gestures are a major means of communication
midterm exams dont actually count
shows are called recitals


there´s really so much to say about argentina. these are only a few details that i have noticed. as i think of more things, i´ll add them. i just want to record these things. i feel like i will forget them if i dont..

i go home too soon. hay que aprovechar, che!

Cositas desde Buenos Aires, Santiago, y un Pueblecito Colombiano

Soneto XII

Plena mujer, manzana carnal, luna caliente,
espeso aroma de algas, lodo y luz machacados,
¿qué oscura claridad se abre entre tus columnas?
¿Qué antigua noche el hombre toca con sus sentidos?

Ay, amar es un viaje con agua y con estrellas,
con aire ahogado y bruscas tempestades de harina:
amar es un combate de relámpagos
y dos cuerpos por una sola miel derrotados.

Beso a beso recorro tu pequeño infinito,
tus márgenes, tus ríos, tus pueblos diminutos,
y el fuego genital transformado en delicia

corre por los delgados caminos de la sangre
hasta precipitarse como un clavel nocturno,
hasta ser y no ser sino un rayo en la sombra.


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perhaps "Soneto XII" is a bit much, but i just love the fist line... full woman, fleshy apple, hot moon...
yesterday i bought a copy of Cien Años de Soledad. i think it will be good for me. however, i am still in the looking up every 9th word in the dictionary mode. hopefully that will soon end as it is entirely too much work.

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Ode To Broken Things

Things get broken
at home
like they were pushed
by an invisible, deliberate smasher.
It's not my hands
or yours
It wasn't the girls
with their hard fingernails
or the motion of the planet.
It wasn't anything or anybody
It wasn't the wind
It wasn't the orange-colored noontime
Or night over the earth
It wasn't even the nose or the elbow
Or the hips getting bigger
or the ankle
or the air.
The plate broke, the lamp fell
All the flower pots tumbled over
one by one. That pot
which overflowed with scarlet
in the middle of October,
it got tired from all the violets
and another empty one
rolled round and round and round
all through winter
until it was only the powder
of a flowerpot,
a broken memory, shining dust.

And that clock
whose sound
was
the voice of our lives,
the secret
thread of our weeks,
which released
one by one, so many hours
for honey and silence
for so many births and jobs,
that clock also
fell
and its delicate blue guts
vibrated
among the broken glass
its wide heart
unsprung.

Life goes on grinding up
glass, wearing out clothes
making fragments
breaking down
forms
and what lasts through time
is like an island on a ship in the sea,
perishable
surrounded by dangerous fragility
by merciless waters and threats.

Let's put all our treasures together
-- the clocks, plates, cups cracked by the cold --
into a sack and carry them
to the sea
and let our possessions sink
into one alarming breaker
that sounds like a river.
May whatever breaks
be reconstructed by the sea
with the long labor of its tides.
So many useless things
which nobody broke
but which got broken anyway.

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The two poems are by Pablo Neruda.. a chilean communist, senator, embassador, nobel prize winner.. i just find them very beautiful. i havent been brooding over them or anything, but more just ran across them. right now i am suffering from a desire to blog (something which very rarely happens), so i decided it would be an apt place to put down these poems along with a few thoughts. i´m not going to pretend to be a guru an analyze what i am reading. i think that there´s alot to be said for impact. i´ve really tried to love alot of things, when it comes to literature, but honestly, it´s just exhausting. i like whta i like, and that´s it.

recently i´ve been listening to neutral milk hotel. that´s what inspired me to write on this almost forgotten blog. its interesting. i find myself both intruiged and repulsed by the idea of sharing oneself to a crowd of strangers via the internet. Pero igual.. es lo que hay.

so, the past few months, i have realized what a sucker for melancholy i am. there´s something inately sad in most good things, i find. beauty and love (especially). this may seem like a very elementary observation, but it´s had a quite profound impact on my life. sometimes interconnectedness is really quite overwhelming. i fear this is coming across as naive and crude.. but in my thought process, it doesn´t appear that way. i think i´m going to quit talking about this now.

except for one thing. on mothers day, i went to a cemetary. the largest cemetary in buenos aires. it contains galleries and galleries of catacombs, and as i was sort of wandering around by myself, i came across an incredibly pregnant woman kissing the grave of what was her mother. it was really quite a surreal moment. i couldnt help but think about the beauty and sadness that make up life and motherhood and love and the cycles that seem to envelope them.

anyway. as this is titled "bible of dreams" i suppose i should talk about them for a second. i stopped having dreams about a month ago. i just now realized that. but when i was having them, they were either seemingly insignificant or really really messed up. but that´s a subject for a different entry. one that, in all honesty, probably wont make it to this blog.

homeward, etc.

you know, the first couple of months of being back, i was a bit out of sorts, i guess you could say. i went through the whole post-living-in-a-foreign-country depression which i feel like is so frustrating. here's why i think it's so frustrating: it is intense and highly personal and, yet, everyone seems to go through it. it's strange how something that seemingly specific is so normal and common. i wish that i was the only person who was experiencing it (in a way) so that it would seem so.. i don't know.
i was reading through some random thoughts i wrote down about a year ago where i was thinking about love in a similar manner. how can something so unique and personal and transcendental happen to everyone? when i say these things out loud, i realize how proud i sound.. which probably isn't a good thing. and yet, the truth of the matter is, i do actually think these thoughts.

but all of this is beside the point. what i really wanted to do was to get on here and write about the feeling of HOME. i was speaking to a friend today about "being" versus "trying to be". i realized, not necessarily for the first time, how there are certain things in my life which have been somewhat pushed aside, which i really do love, in order to mold myself into an idea that i have of who rachel stuckey is. but that is not to say that who i am is fake. by no means. let me say it like this: if a person is a pie chart consisting of percentages, then i feel like certain interests that i have been pursuing as of late have been a bigger percentage than what they would be normally, if i did what i wanted all the time, no matter if it conformed to the idea that i have of myself. but that's not to say that all of these things wouldn't exist in this pie chart.. anyway, as i am writing this i am beginning to feel really silly a) for talking about pie charts and b) for talking like this over the INTERNET! on BLOGSPOT!.. i mean, really..

but back to home. arkansas i think, will always be associated with some element of my enjoyment of nature. now, i understand that that is rather granola sounding and i am rather nervous about saying it, but it's true and i kind of just don't care what it sounds like (that's where the whole pie chart speech ties in! hah)

and sitting here, i am realizing how complex my emotions, thoughts and connections to "home" and "roots" and arkansas and even america are. i feel like it is something completely different from something like nationalism, or patriotism. it's more understated and deep. i can't really put words to it.. maybe if i were having a conversation right now about what i am tryi8ng to say, then i could do it better; but as i am typing, it could get lengthy and i would end up losing my own interest in what i was trying to say.

welcom home to me.

ich bin nicht tot.

i am not dead, contrary to popular belief. rather, i am lazy.. buts whats the difference, eh? currently, i am taking a break from writing a paper about immigration in the european union.. interesting sometimes, boring at other times...

wow, i dont even know what to say, i feel like so much has been going on in my life recently.. summed up it could be something to the effect of the following::

vienna
prague
grilling on terraces
espresso
new friends
germish
the salzach river
school work
teasing weather
manicured gardens
disco
lots of walking
my bike
amazing müsli
pastries
london
berlin
dublin
belfast
old friends
live shows
recorded shows (fm 4!)
high places looking out at pretty places
dodging polaroid snaps
funfunfun
realizing i am young
loving being young
being sad to leave


that definitely doesnt wholly describe my life for the past couple of months, but its pretty dang close...
i am having the hardest time actually doing any sort of work because all i really want to do is spend as much time as possible with my friends here.. its really strange, because its quite similar to the end of last semester.. a bit 'anstringent'.. i dont know if thats actually how thats spelled, but it's close enough.. means exhausting- but sounds better.

basically, i feel like i have learned so much about life and love in the past few months. also, recently i have been realizing the importance of self motivated learning.. not in an academic sense, but more in a cultural sense..

i should post pictures.. but i only use film.. and film is ridiculous expensive to develope..

my brain is a bit numb right now from looking at my research notes.. i cant seem to get my head on straight.. its realls so incredibly frustrating.

i guess i will end.. but just because i cant properly think.

a promise pseudo-fulfilled.

so, i finally am posting some pictures... they are not actually of salzburg, though.. rather, they are just a few from munich. close enough, though.. i really think that munich is in my top three favorite cities ever.. ever..



so why am i eating gelato outside on the streets of munich you may ask? i have no idea. we walked past it. looked at eachother, turned around, and bought freezing gelato and ate it in the freezing cold weather. what? o yeah, it was good.



cartwheels on the streets of munich.



amber and i in a park in munich. i was reading "the seagull" at the time. it for some reason seemed very appropriate.. i have no idea why, but it did. and amber is a closet gangster.. she just doesnt know it.



so, i have alot to say, i feel like, but i think i will save it for another time..

dreams to go in the bible.

i dont know what it is about austria or europe or whatever is the cause, but i am having dreams probably every night. i havent dreamt consistently since i was in junior high, i think. i keep on trying to figure out what could be triggering all the them. maybe the food, maybe the fact that i actually have a normal sleep schedule. i dont know.. maybe its because i am content.. maybe.

these dreams range from all different scenarios, moods, etc. last night i had a dark dream about virgins and suicides.. much like the virgin suicides.. but not. i have also had an incredible amount of dreams that are really cool, too. i cant really remember much of the plots, only that i wake up with a sense of dreaming and subtle excitement.

i think the light to heavy dreams ratio is about 2-1. so thats good.

last weekend i went to munich. it was incredible. beautiful. almost indescribable.
i was walking around the enlishgartens and could not help but notice how there is such a difference, be it subtle (dont judge, i def just used the word subtle twice in about 3 lines.. i know.. shoot). the park is huge. one of the largest in germany, i believe. it has two waterfall-ed creeks that merge to and fro from each other. the grounds are kept, but not manicured. there are no playgrounds. only large spaces. when i first looked at it, i thought- wow, how boring of munich to have such an uninteresting park... its just a field..-however, my mind was soon changed. i noticed how many people where out with their dogs and children.. countless lovers holding hands that fit nicely into the scene.

but anyway, i just began to see that there was a differnt relationship with nature here. i cant even describe it, really.

anyway. munich was\is great. so are dreams.

mmmm..

spring is beginning to show up here in the lovely town of salzburg,which, i might also add, is the bike capital of europe.. everyone rides bikes,,including myself. its white and completely ghetto.. i love it.

on a more serious note, however, alot of really strange things have been happening lately.. for example:

on valentines day, there was a huge sign across the dome cathedral which said something to the effect of

ich liebe dich elisabeth: gott und aller welt verzeihen mich.
(translated: i love you, elisabeth: may God and all the world forgive me.)

it was very dark. also, last night my haus frau informed me that she and christof would be going thier separate ways.. she and alex in a flat and he and tobias and myself in the house. this morningi came into the house for lunch and saw beatrix packing with a friend.. she showed me all these cracks all over the ceiling.. there is some construction being done behind the house and all of the drilling has shaken the house to the point of cracking. a perfect time for a house to fall apart when the home inside it is doing likewise... very sad.

however, i do not want to give the impression that i live in a depressing atmosphere.. because that is simply not true. quite the contrary, actually.

next weekend i am off to munich. i met some kids from there who offered to show me around and take me to get some bavarian delicacies (which i am pretty sure consists of the famous white münchner wurst and some kind of bier.. ummm... not gonna lie, i may be ein bischen nervöus.

o yeah, on sunday i went to a football game against salzburg and prague.. of course i sat with the prague fans.. thier mascot is called the bohemians and the animal for it is a kangaroo hahaha
basically czeck kids are crazy.. i could see a huge difference culturally between the czecks and austrians.. but anyway, it was really fun.

ok, ciao.. i am still promising photos as soon as i get to some wifi and can use my own computer..