poor puppy

In a recent speech to students at Suffolk Law School, Justice Ginsburg mentioned that she "feels all alone on the court" after the departure of the only other female on the court Justice Sandra Day O´Conner. It is tough for me to really understand her sentiments, and many of you will probably say "Dani, you are the worst person to talk about women in the workplace." Perhaps you are right. What if the other 8 justices are like me, making inappropriate comments about whats inside their "briefs" or talking about the "habeus corpus on that one." A hostile workplace it might be!

But I wonder why Justice Ginsburg would go on and say this. A court that has lacked diversity since its inception has managed to protect it quite well. Having more women on the court would be a welcomed victory for females in our country, but I don´t believe it would improve the decisions of the court. After all, Justice should be blind and those large flowing black robes that leave plenty of room to the imagination end up desexualizing our judges.

Now that my obligation is outta the way, time for a STORY. I´m not sure why we never heard about this in the US, but it truly is something to remember.

In one of the barrios of BA, a dog somehow fell off the 13th floor of a building, fatally striking an unassuming woman in the street. That easily makes this story a comic tragedy of modest proportions... but the magnitude of this story borders epic.

A woman crossing the street saw the poor puppy plummet to its fate and did not notice the bus barreling towards her person. She was struck by the bus and dragged a few meters to her death. Sad, yes, but of course, it doesn´t stop there. A man who saw the whole event occur was overcome with whatever, and suffered a massive heart attack. He was pronounced dead on the way to the hospital!

The story left me stunned, but the entire article also added to my stupefication. No information was given about the deceased humans, how their families felt, or what they left behind. The dog received a lot of attention. Apparently the family loved it very much, and even had a large portrait of the dog placed above its mantel. Worst of all, while it could be assumed that the serial killer of a dog died, the article failed to mention this critical fact. STRANGE!

Life in general has been same old same old. I´ve become a beef supremacist, shunning vegetables, grains, and especially dairy products, the scapegoats of the food world (though I do miss scapegoat cheese, mmmmm). Been going out a few times a week, and I´m still seeing some beautiful sunrises.

My mother came in a few days ago and while its a welcomed change, the tranquility my grandmother and I once shared is all but gone. I wake up farther from noon, I achieve activity by lunchtime, and we´ve gone to dinner nightly till midnight. A temporary farwell to days of maté and fruit outside on the deck.

I went to the superbowl accompanied by amanda, catherine, and avery... all UBA students. We went to a bar which I´ll never fail to remember, The Alamo. It had been good to us up until the Saints lost two weeks ago. I unwisely vowed never to return. Breaking the vow was a good idea if just for the fun of feeling like an Estados Unidense for a day.

We ended up finding ourselves with a crew from NYU med school, a bachelor party, a bunch of students, and a few ingelses. The beer and volume were plentiful and so was the fun. We also casually glanced at the game now and then and tipsily taunted bear fans at the bar. I believe one bar leaning Chicago fan with a handlebar stache had a mind to flatten me with his truck driver arms, but I was able to escape with nothing more than a profane yelp. good times.

We´ve been to a few good restaurants over the past few days, and a few so so ones. I decided since I eat out so much, and to boost readership, I´m going to publish a seperate Argentine Food, Restaurant and Wine Blog. Look for it soon.

Other than that, I´ve been doing a fair share of shopping with my mother. At Galleria Pacifica I picked up some much needed sandals. The 2 year old Rainbows I have are still going strong, but smell so gnarly that I needed something to give em a break. What I found were a pair of sandals that are almost "croc-like" in their ugliness as well as their comfort! What makes them argentine is the fact they´re leather, and why not, fits in with my cow supremacy. The sole of the sandal is supportive, but very thin, so I feel all the imperfections and textures of the ground beneath my feet. Walking on rocks gives me accupunctural orgasms that I wouldn´t dare explain.

I also picked up a pair of 3/4 pants, which are really capri´s but it sounds less femenine if I say 3/4. Everyone wears them here, so its coo. I also picked up a pair of oversized sunglasses and a linen sports coat in my other ventures.

We also hit up Palermo Soho for a lunch and a walk around. Palermo Soho is sort of like New York´s Soho with trendy shops and restaurants as well as some strange shops too. My favorite was a soap shop that had unbelievable scents in it. Everything from Vanilla, to coconut, to gardenia, to marijuana scented soaps makes me want to visit them again, and perhaps even marry the cute soaponista that worked there. The best part of Palermo Soho is the absence of skyscrapers, giving this trendy little barrio a down to earth feel.

Tata for now.