Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Some shit I made up on NPR

"Everybody eats, which is what makes food a perfect choice to resolve conflicts and foster connections among nations. The concept is called "gastrodiplomacy," and South Korea is one of its strongest champions."

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Welcome to Next Level Colombia

A wonderful video introduction to Next Level Colombia by Petna Ndaliko Katondolo!

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Sloth off the morning

Just your typical Cartagena morning, hugging a sloth and feeding a toucan while waiting for Next Level Team Colombia to arrive....

Saturday, August 06, 2016

The Rat's Mouth and the Jews

I made my way out in the warm sun for lunch at Naturalia Cafe.  I was excited to visit the vegetarian cafe not far from my apartment.  Colombians have wonderful vegetables, yet they simply don't really eat them.  It is much more meat and potatoes and arepas.  So I was excited to find this place.

I headed over with my ipad and Spanish grammar book to study off a bit of the afternoon.

The almuerzo del dia included soup, a plate and dessert, as well as juice for a modest 11k (less than $4).

I crushed pieces of rosemary toast into the carrot-almond (zanahoria-almendras) soup.  Pulverized the toast, really.  It tasted like something my grandfather would make, if he were a hippy vegetarian.

I sipped fresh pineapple-banana juice and surfed the web.

The plate came out, and it was beautiful.  Some kind of spiced chickpeas.  Roasted squash and zucchini in quinoa.  A delicious salad.  And there was a piece of some kind of flan for dessert.

 As I was eating, a large bee buzzed near a girl sitting nearby outside.  It kept buzzing close to her, and she got scared.  She ran into the restaurant, and eventually came back as she sat a bit closer to me.

She was a Colombian girl who had grown up in Florida.  She was a zoologist who was afraid of bees.

We got to talking as I ate.

She told me she was from Boca Raton.  Then she started complaining about the Jews.

The Jews are arrogant.  All they care about is power.

My eyes widened as she said this.  And she kept talking.  She kept talking about how awful the Jews were.

They are hostile and rude.  

I tried to not answer so I could go back to my meal in peace.  But she wouldn't shut up.

They only care about money.

I kept my mouth shut and stared at her, trying to keep my composure.  At some point, she looked at me long enough to realize that my face might be a bit Semitic.

Are you a Jew?

I am.

She tried to backtrack immediately.   I wasn't going to let her off that easy.

But I mean, I have no problem with you.  I am not racist.

I let her finish stammering, then I said to her: yes, what you said was just racist.

 You literally just said racist things to my face about the Jews, until you realized I was Jewish.

But, but...I meant Boca Raton, not all the Jews....

I slowly ate my flan and let her try to walk it back in awkwardness.

As I finished my flan, I said to her.  Can I give you some advice?

"You need a better filter.  You don't need to share with every stranger every thing that you think."

She tried to apologize more and I let her stammer on a bit further.  She kept trying to explain she wasn't racist.  I gave her a sideways glance and an incredulous smile.

I paid my check, leaving the cafe far sooner than I had planned.  As I left, I wished her buen provecho and said I hoped she had learned something.

Come mierda, I said under my breath as I turned and walked out.

And yet our story has an epilogue.  As I walked back in the afternoon sun, trying to fathom what I had just encountered, I crossed the busy Calle 44 into the shade of the banyan tree on Carrera 70.

As I walked down, I saw a Jew in a white Sephardic yarmulke sitting under the banyan tree.  He was sitting on the bench alone under the banyan tree, his tzitzit slowly fluttering in the wind.  He had payas coming down past his ears.

I looked him right in the eye.  I put my hand on my heart, and said to him:

Shabbat shalom.  Shabbat shalom.

Parabens Brazil!

I remember all the scare stories about the Brazil World Cup, which all disappeared as soon as the event started. I was in Brazil during the World Cup, and it was FINE.

Now, there have been loads of the pre-Olympic horror stories in the media about how unprepared, how dangerous, how Zika, how whatever the Olympics were going to be. Only to see it all dry up as the games get under way.

 Same bullshit for the World Cup in South Africa.

Shame on the international media for always pushing these contrived, faux horror stories of how X event is going to be a disaster, and then not a peep when everything goes off fine.

Congrats to Brazil for now launching two major international sporting events in 2 years. Parabéns!!

Thursday, August 04, 2016

Rolling Stone

Sometimes I feel like I’m falling
 Falling fast and falling free
She said "My darling you’re not falling,
Always looked like you were flying to me."
-Passenger

 

Irony is God's sense of humor


Feminist-in-Chief

"That’s what twenty-first century feminism is about: the idea that when everybody is equal, we are all more free."
-President Barack Obama in Glamour

Tuesday, August 02, 2016

In Play

In two stirring bits of news, it looks like their may be a silver lining to the Donald.

It may be possible that Red Arizona and Red Utah could go Blue.

Bill carried Arizona in '96, the last Dem to do so.  I would camp him out there, Arkansas and Georgia and try to put a few other states in play.

Meanwhile, send VP Biden to blue-collar Pennsylvania, Ohio and Michigan.

And of course, Obama to his old political stomping grounds in liberal sections of the midwest and coasts.

My dream of dreams is that Hillary will win a massive electoral landslide, and the Dems take the Senate back and squeak to take the House.  Then a moderate bipartisan Clinton reaches across the divide to work with the rump moderate Republicans to actually make some political progress.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Perro Carnival

There is a giant parade of dogs in my neighborhood. Carerra Setenta is filled with Paisas walking their dogs down the main thoroughfare.

 And Colombians have a penchant for putting their dogs in costumes. And even painting their doggy nails.

 A veritable perro carnival down Mulberry Street.

Friday, July 29, 2016

This is America




Cookies

"I remember this woman getting shit in 1992 for not baking cookies & this is the most fucking satisfying moment ever."
-@embeedub

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Estadio

In Medellin, I live in the barrio of Estadio.  The stadium.  As it just so happens, the stadium hosts the local favorite Medellin team Athletico Nacional.  Athletico is in the Copa Libertadores Final, and are playing tonight at the stadium.

And it is bedlam outside.  All afternoon, fireworks have punctuated the quiet.  I made gander over to Carerra Setenta to check out the atmosphere around the stadium.  I was greeted with a packed carnival of drunken futbol fans.  Flags of green and white fluttered on the winds, as well as the strong scent of other green.

I tried to walk up Carerra Setenta but couldn't make it a block--it was so filled with people.  I crossed the street and had no better luck on the other side.

I don't especially like large gatherings of potentially riotous futbol fans, so I scurried home.  Once upon a time, I might have stayed on that corner, but these days I have a good idea of where I have no business being.



#ImWithHer

“How can any Republican support a candidate who openly hopes for foreign cyberattacks on a political opponent?”
-Stephen Hayes of The Weekly Standard and a conservative Fox News contributor
I think I just hit my Trump breaking point, this is truly madness.
I made my first donation to the Hillary Clinton Campaign. In honor of Bill Clinton and his speech. In honor of Michelle Obama and her speech.
And most importantly, because Donald Trump is a serious threat to our national security.
Please consider donating as well:
[https://www.hillaryclinton.com/donate/]

What if...

I am a Clintonista, rather through and through.  But there is a part of me that wonders "what if" over foreign policy problems that Clinton fumbled during his first term, and wonders how President Bush would have handled such issues.

The failures in Somalia and the CNN effect.

The civil wars and genocide in Rwanda and Yugoslavia.
The Russian transition that failed years later--see under why Putin hates the Clintons.

I wonder how President Bush would have handled these challenges, and what his more veteran response would have been.

All what-ifs...

Absurdistan

I'm not one to toss around such words lightly, but it sure sounds like "treason" to ask a foreign power to hack a former Secretary of State.  And offering reward for it.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Ratfucking back

President Hillary is gonna fuck Putin up.

Arepas de Medellin

I had possibly the greatest arepa ever tonight.  Imagine a grits-like bun stuffed with shredded, stewed-barbecued meat, as well as little bits of fried plantains and hogao--a warm onion-tomato chutney sauce.  I tried to take part to go, but I didn't make it two more blocks before I devoured the leftovers.  Washed, and washing down with a Paisa cerveza.

Gun ownership in Japan

"To get a gun in Japan, first, you have to attend an all-day class and pass a written test, which are held only once per month. You also must take and pass a shooting range class. Then, head over to a hospital for a mental test and drug test (Japan is unusual in that potential gun owners must affirmatively prove their mental fitness), which you'll file with the police. Finally, pass a rigorous background check for any criminal record or association with criminal or extremist groups, and you will be the proud new owner of your shotgun or air rifle. Just don't forget to provide police with documentation on the specific location of the gun in your home, as well as the ammo, both of which must be locked and stored separately. And remember to have the police inspect the gun once per year and to re-take the class and exam every three years"

Fine.

Lunes.

How can a Monday be both manic and mundane?

The Muscovite Candidate

Make Russia Great Again!  Elect Donald Trump.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

Shopping

  1. Rice
  2. Tomato sauce
  3. tea
  4. yogurt
  5. nuts
  6. raisins
  7. black beans
  8. mushrooms
  9. onions
  10. peppers
  11. beer
  12. wine
  13. froz fruit
I heard the pitterpatter of the rain on the corrigated roof.

I was going to be here for a while. I had all the items that did not refrigeration, and had not collected the yogurt or frozen fruit.

I thought back to a similar rain storm in Kampala. I was playing Clarence Darrow on a boda-boda. I was in the wrong supermarket, as then as the rains poured down in a percussive beat. I called Suzi Analogue to try to share the beat with her, to no avail. The rain would delay their freedom a bit longer.


The thunder crashed as the waitress placed my Bailey's-tinted cappuccino in front of me, and a pan chocolate. I was going to be here a while. The Bailey's-infused cappuccino came with a chocolate-covered coffee bean as garnish. The rain pattered down as I dipped the pan chocolate in the Bailey's-infused cappuccino as I waited for the storm to pass.

On Reality

“Reality is what we take to be true.  What we take to be true is what we believe. What we believe is based upon our perceptions. What we perceive depends on what we look for. What we look for depends on what we think. What we think depends on what we perceive. What we perceive determines what we believe. What we believe determines what we take to be true. What we take to be true is our reality.”
-Physicist David Bohm, 1977

h/t Brainpickings

Reminded me of:

Guard your thoughts, they become your words

Guard your words, they become your actions

Guard your actions, they become your habits

Guard your habits, they become your character

Guard your character, it becomes your destiny

-Upanishads

Saturday, July 23, 2016

I, too, sing America.

I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I’ll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody’ll dare
Say to me,
“Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—
I, too, am America.
-Langston Hughes

"Blowin' In The Wind"

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, and how many years can a mountain exist
Before it is washed to the sea?
Yes, and how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn't see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Friday, July 22, 2016

Hillary Clinton is not the same as Donald Trump

"May I have a word with those of you Bernie supporters who consider Donald Trump to be no worse than Hillary Clinton?

You’re dead wrong.

As I said when I endorsed Bernie for president, I view Hillary as enormously qualified to be president of the political system we now have. She is smart, capable, and experienced. I endorsed Bernie because I thought he would help create the political system we need. But Bernie will not be the Democratic nominee.

This does not mean the end of the movement Bernie advanced. That movement was never about Bernie; it was about reclaiming our democracy and our economy. And that movement will live on, and it will grow. It needs your continuing activism and your tenacity.

You are, of course, entitled to support anyone you wish to. But if you don’t get behind Hillary you increase the odds that Donald Trump will be president.

That would be a disaster for America and the world. Trump is a menace. He is not just unsuited to being the president of the United States – a bigoted narcissist who incites and excuses violence – but his presidency would threaten everything this nation stands for: tolerance, inclusion, freedom of the press, equal justice, and equal opportunity.

A Trump presidency would make it far more difficult ever to achieve the progressive goals you and I share."
-Robert Reich, in the Christian Science Monitor

Rico Ajiaco

Rico ajiaco, truly so from a restaurant bearing such a fitting name.  Ajiaco is rich Colombian chicken soup.  From a potato-based chicken soup accompanied with capers, rice, avocado, crema and arepa to all go in the bowl to flavor the rich soup.  Nice to find a place that lives up its fair name.




So this one time in Iraq....

An old memory from this day four years prior:

Spent the morning at a gov ministry, counting and accounting. Accounting so rigorous you would have thought we were in Switzerland not K-stan. After 3 hours, they finally agreed to release our cash. The man walked back into the office with bricks of dinar, and I just started laughing. While my bag man signed for it, I started making dinar houses. No suitcase, just a giant plastic bag to carry bundles.


As always: good night, and good luck

“We will not walk in fear, one of another. We will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason, if we dig deep in our own history and our doctrine and remember that we are not descended from fearful men. Not from men who feared to write, to speak, to associate, and to defend causes that were, for the moment, unpopular.... There is no way for a citizen of the Republic to abdicate his responsibility.”
--Edward R. Murrow

The Morning After

"It was an end-to-end embarrassment for the Republican Party. There did not seem to be a single statesman in attendance, only hucksters and petty tyrants. Trump is a Republican phenomenon and, as long as Hillary Clinton wins in the fall, a Republican problem. But the convention, a nearly weeklong showcase for one half of American political life, washed over us all. “I am your voice,” Trump declared. This was his attempt to present himself as a populist, as a megaphone for the people. But on this morning it reads like an indictment."
-Ryu Spaeth, "The Morning After"

The night is dark and full of terrors....

"If Leni Riefenstahl were alive, Trump would hire her to film this speech. Then not pay her."
-Norman Ornstein

"When the convention closed, fear had won the hall. And we should fear — for the republic, for a democracy facing its gravest peril since the Civil War." -Timothy Egan, "Make America Hate Again"

As the great Hunter S. Thompson wrote: "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail." 

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Leones

I have a Caracas Leones jersey. It is a long story over currency calculations and Bolivares. For the better part of a few years it went unnoticed.  Until recently.  In Cartagena, I had perplexed people stop me in the streets.  Venezuelans--wondering if I was.

Tonight I walked through the filled cheering streets of Medellin to green-and-white clad fans of Athletico Nacional fans.  I had a great Argentine burger at the Medellin Burger Factory.  The waitress was from Venezuela and wanted to know if I was.  The Argentine burger was delicious, with argentine beef chorizo on top.  I finished my burger and sipped a Club Colombia roja .  I waited until 35 minutes or a goal, and the goal come shortly after the 35 minute mark.  The streets went wild with cheers and excitement.

On my return, another Venezuelan stopped me over the jersey.

Viva Caracas Leones!

Who wants to be a Peso Millionaire?

Nothing better than taking out 400k from the ATM, and looking at the receipt when I am done and I seeing I am a millionaire.  

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

July 20

Feliz dia de Independecia for the Republic of Gran Colombia!

Today is Colombia's Independence Day, but it was once the independence day for the South American superstate of the Republic of Gran Colombia.  Today would be the Republic of Gran Colombia's 197th birthday.

The Bolivarian dream covered Venezuela, Colombia, Ecuador, Panama, plus some other assorted territories.

The giant swathe of South American territory would have been rich without compare, with supplies of oil, gold, emeralds, coffee and cocaine among other resources.

But it wasn't meant to last.

For my own lamentations: http://levantine18.blogspot.com.co/2014/05/the-bolivarian-dream.html

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

EnCircles

So after my tour yesterday, hearing about the wonderful functionality of Medellin, I decided to get myself a membership to the free city bike share Enclicla.

First I went on to the website.  The website said that I had to download a registration form and a rules contract.  Fine, fair enough.  Also to provide a copy of my passport.

Except the links didn't work.  One went to a page with no form attached.  The other went to a broken link.

I considered emailing the site, but they had a main headquarters.  When I checked on a map, it was nearby--some 20 minutes away on foot.  So I decided to simply go to the main headquarters and fill out the forms in person.

First I stopped at the local print shop and got a copy of my passport blown up to 150 percent as required.

I walked over in the hot sun to the place--only to find it was no longer there.  I walked further over to the nearest metro to see if perhaps there was something I could do there to sign up.  A fellow working at the bike exchange told me that I had to head downtown to Apujarra to the main headquarters near the Alpujarra metro.

Fine, fair enough.  So I hopped the metro over to Apujarra.  I found the main headquarters and walked over.  I walked in to the office and sat down with a woman manning a table.  I explained that I tried to access the forms online but it was not working, and would be glad to fill out the forms in person.

Except they didn't have the forms.  I explained that the website wasn't working, neither the Spanish nor English versions, and that the forms were not accessible.

Yes, she said.  The site was not functioning correctly.

"Okay, so you can give me the form?" I asked.

No, you can only get the form online.  

But you just admitted that the site isn't working, and I know I can't get it online.

Right.

At that point I sat down.  You realize that this is incredible--what you are telling me.  It is impossible for me to fill out the forms online because it is not working, yet I can't get access unless I fill out the forms--and you don't have any you can give me.

Yes.

Okay, as long as you understand that this is crazy.

She understood, but was powerless to fix the situation or aid in The (Bicycle) Trial.

The City of Eternal Spring

If Medellin is indeed the Goldilocks of Colombian cities as I previously wrote, then it was time for me to do a proper tour of the city.  I had tried to do a free walking tour on my previous visit but it was booked.  I tried again this time, but again it took me a few days to get a reservation.  Apparently free walking tours in Medellin are quite popular.

Eventually, I was able to get a spot on a Real City Tours free walking tour.  I arrived a lil early at the meeting point at Alpurra Station.  I was so early that I stopped to get some coffee.  I returned to the meeting point, and asked a few foreigners standing around if they were there for the walking tour.  

"Are you the guide?" a Brit asked me.  

Why yes, of course I am.  Let's go.....

Shortly thereafter, a fellow in a Real City Tours shirt walked up.  He began the check-in process and sent me over to the shade to wait.  They had a booking list of 73 people.  I could now see why they had problems with demand.

Eventually the tour got started, and we made our way through the city.  Our tour guide, Pablo, took us to a shady spot nearby and began sharing the history of Medellin and his passion for it.

Medellin was basically a city of refuge for Jews fleeing the Spanish Inquisition and Basques fleeing cultural domination.  The surrounding mountains offered the communities isolation.  It remained in some-what isolation until the 1850s, when a coffee boom forced the city to break its solitude.  Due to the climate, the city and coffee regions nearby could have multiple coffee harvests throughout the year.  In order to get the coffee to market, the city tapped on its other resource: gold mines.  The gold helped bring trains for transport, and ended the grand isolation of Medellin. With trains came the industrial revolution to Medellin.

Due to the rail and industrialization, Medellin now also created a textile industry, as well as iron works.

Pablo explained that as Medellin broke its isolation, it found a largely agrarian Colombia surrounding it.  He also explained that those from Medellin have a precarious relationship with the rest of Colombia--because Medellin considers itself better.  The business-oriented, industrialized Medellin saw the rest of agrarian Colombia as backwards; the rest of Colombia saw Medellin as too business-oriented, and too deceitful in its business.

Important to note, Medellin was a relatively wealthy city long before the Narco boom.  It has long been the second-largest city of Colombia, and as explained, was quite industrious.  

With that said, Pablo also explained the situation in Colombia with drugs (it remains nearly 3 percent of Colombian GDP), and he explained the negative effects it had on the Colombian nationbrand, especially in personal circumstances.

We toured through the city, gaining insight and local knowledge.  Pablo explained the scope of Colombian history, and how it affected Medellin.  The city itself had been historically conservative, but much had changed in the recent past.

We toured through areas of "democratic architecture," which are formerly blighted public spaces that the city had revitalized.

I can't get into all the history that Pablo shared, but I will say it was an excellent tour that put Colombian history into context in connection to the city.  My take-away from the tour was something that Pablo said:

"Change in Medellin is real but fragile."

I would highly recommend the tour for anyone visiting Medellin.

Control C

“[I]t’s just devastating to see a campaign premised on the imagined notion of Obama incompetence get caught stealing from Obama’s own operation…. [L]et’s not gloss over it, this is a depiction of a campaign – a campaign that nurtures white grievance and resentment – trying to profit off the work of a black woman, from an African American family that Trump and his supporters regularly belittle. The fact that the plagiarized text in question was about the value of hard work just makes matters worse. A mortifying, calamitous, self-immolating moment.”
-Brian Beutler, The New Republic


"I mean, when you think about it, what's more American than a white person stealing a black person's work?" ‪
#‎FamousMelaniaTrumpQuotes‬
-Charles Clymer

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Medellin: the Goldilocks of Colombian Cities

In the City of Eternal Spring, our hero found himself in the lush botanical gardens.  Don Pablo Quixote was astounded by the flightless baby dragons--nothing that would win Khalesei the Iron Throne.  Our favorite knight-errant also found some Witnesses, not of the Faith Militant variety but a more benign scale.  This knight-errant chatted with them on faith and respect.  Of cunning linguistics, as The Watchtower is circulated in some 274 languages.

I am falling in love with Medellin.  It is known as la ciudad de la eterna primavera--the City of Eternal Spring.  I see why.  It is high enough in elevation that the weather is perfectly pleasant.  It is lush here, in green verdance.

Medellin is the Goldilocks of Colombian cities.  If Bogota is too cold and too busy, and Cartagena is too swelteringly hot and too touristy, then Medellin is just right in cosmopolitan class, temperature and temperament.  Or mayhaps I should say that she is the Dulcinea of Colombian cities.