11/12/09: Today was a pretty big failure. I tried to find a cigar shop to buy my dad a pipe that he asked for, but google just kept sending me to little cigarette shops that sell lotto tickets. I also can't find a place to buy a razor for the life of me. Supermarkets, pharmacies, corner stores (they dont really have these, just bad versions of them), no one has razors or a bar of soap. To be fair, no day can actually be a failure here. Every time I get lost I stumble upon the most amazing things. Mostly buildings, and statues, and even roads that make America embarresed for being a teenager and not being able to afford nice things yet, but especially the river today. Every other person here must be a stone mason. I guess they just get bored and feel they need to build amazing intricate stone arch bridges every 30m along their river. The people rowing spend half the time in the shade.
- Figured out the economics of graffitti today. They painted over the tags in the underpass outside my flat. It was pretty full when I came. It makes sense that if you are just going to be painted over you don't want to spend alot of time or energy or paint on your work. This is one of those funny things that municipalites will never do: stop painting over graffitti long enough so that your graffitti culture becomes a net good for society instead of a net negative. I saw my first peice of really good street art today (it was on a dorm so it might have been just art), a donkey with wings like a pegasus. It was right near a bunch of buildings with gaudy statues of roman gods with horses, etc. It really made me like the person who drew it, kinda like the people who tagged the coliseum. Maybe this is why European street art is so different in character from American: because they aren't trying to capture turf due to economic longing, but instead trying to take some of their city from its own history. "Who fucking cares about the people who used to live here, I live here NOW!"
- Saw really good girl porn today. A calendar of really handsome priests. Itss kinda like how andy says all male strippers are gay. Or maybe even how some gay boys have a thing about turning straights. I guess it is the inverse of when boys have a power issue fantasy about virgins. It was funny any which way.
- I am glad I didn't come here for a whole month. For someone who is kind of a loner in life, I am terrible at being by myself. For instance, so far I have refused to sit down and eat in public alone. It just rubs me the wrong way. Tonight I might go watch an English language movie just to be around people who don't put the accent of EVERY SINGLE WORD on the penultimate sylable.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Nonono! I say they're all straight. Of all the male dancers I've ever met, only was gay.
ReplyDeleteI think they shave with straight razors, maybe even at the barber's, and disposable ones just aren't really a thing there.
Sorry you're lonely. Wish we were all there.
Whoops, meant "only ONE was gay."
ReplyDelete