The experience is over. I'm back in North Canton spending time with my parents and family for a few weeks before moving to Denver to start a new job.
The normally arduous flight back to Ohio from BA was shortened significantly via great conversations with college students coming back from Buenos Aires after a 4 month study abroad program. Together, we reflected, affirmed and validated each other, and breathed mutual sighs of relief to be leaving the big city. And we admitted that we would likely miss it.
In Atlanta, it was sad to see the Argentines peel off to their respective terminals to catch their connecting flights. My last interaction was with an older Argentine woman who looked confused on the terminal train in Atlanta. I asked her where she was going and explained to her where she needed to get off. And when I left the train before her I said, 'chau!' and she fittingly responded, 'bye bye!'.
So I've been thinking about the take away. The biggest lesson I've learned here. The different forms of thinking and ways of seeing I experienced throughout my life in Argentina. I went from in love with the city to overwhelmed by the city to culture shock to deep pessimmism and frustration to enjoying the city and country in the summer and finally to coming to an understanding of the city, learning the game, and ending with mixed feelings.
In short, what it comes down to is that for much of the trip I felt burned by the city and some of the people (one more than the rest). And so I'd become pessimistic and super critical of the place. It was as if Buenos Aires had been a best friend who stole my girlfriend but then wanted to be my friend again. And for most of the trip, I wasn't having it. I was wary of the city and people and biding my time to leave. But over time I came to understand the city better. While I couldn't accept many of the characteristics that led me to my initial cynical view, I at least understood.
I think I had become infected by a sort of existential every man for himself jaundiced view of the city. I call it the Porteno Mentality. I'd seen it time and time again, in about half of my friends and a significant number of people that I interacted with every day. In fact, most of the people I did business with or wanted to do business with were wary of me upon our initial meeting, as if even my desire to give them money to procure a service had some type of ulterior viveca criollo motive.
But after a while I realized that my negativity was becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy. That is, even if someone responded to me in a genuine and honest way, my negativity and heightened wariness soured the interaction and made the result negative. For instance, when the mailman called up to my apartment to tell me that I was late on one of my bills, I immediately thought he was a crook trying to get me to open up my door so he could rob me. I told him rudely to leave, only to find out later that he was right. I was late on my bill and the fact that I waited longer to pay it meant that I had to take a 2 hour trip across town to pay the bill at a special location.
Once I made a number of these mistakes, I began to realize that half of my problems were my fault: my negativity, my lack of trust, my newfound Porteno Mentality.
So I tried to change. I tried hard to be positive until I had evidence to the contrary. And I also tried to overcompensate to try to undo others pessimissm by opening doors, giving bigger than normal tips, catching people on the bus and subway when they were jarred to the floor by sharp turns or jerky stops, and helping out whenever the opportunity presented itself. I also tried hard to do what I said I was going to do, be on time, return emails and calls, and do nice things for people without expecting anything in return or without ulterior motives. I found meaning in the work of undoing the Porteno Mentality, of trying to be selfless and responsible in the hopes of showing people that their cynicism and wariness, to the degree that it exists in BA, is unwarranted.
Now that it's all over and I'm back in a place where the Porteno Mentality doesn't exist, I find myself still negative, todavia Porteno. For example, I travelled up to a used car dealership to check out a car that had a clean carfax report and that I was told over the phone was in great shape. In reality, the car was a wreck. It had clearly been repaired after an accident, had a bolt sticking out of one of the tires, had been terribly repainted to hide the accident, had almost no oil in the engine, and was visibly dripping oil underneath. I didn't even have to turn the car on to know that it was junk. I felt burned again. Stupid for having trusted any used car salesman, despite the clean carfax report.
After the experience, my Porteno Mentality told me never to trust another used car salesman. That they were all dishonest and that I should completely exclude dealerships from my car searches. And then I remembered what I had learned. I realized that generalizing one bad experience to all used car salesmen would result in a much more difficult search. I told myself that while I might run across more dishonest car salesmen, there were bound to be a few honest ones with good cars to sell. I had to keep being cautiously optimistic in order to not pass up a potential opportunity. Because if I dismissed the veracity of all car salesmen, I'd be missing out on a great deal.
So the next reasonable deal I saw, I decided to check it out, despite the fact that it was yet another used car dealership. As it turned out, this vehicle was much better than the last. It had not been in an accident, but had some dings and dents and had been well used in general. However, it was mechanically sound and the salesman was genuinely forthcoming in telling me everything that was wrong with the vehicle. His honesty was refreshing and he proved my point when he agreed with me that the car was too well worn to trust at the price it was being sold at, or any price for that matter.
The take away then is that an attitude of cautious optimism yields better results than outright cynicism. There are dishonest people out there. But their opposites exist too. If you are negative about everyone, you will miss out on the good in life. Even when it happens to you, you won't recognize it. And it will happen to you less because you will sour potential opportunities. It's simply the way the world works.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Don't Let the Door Hit You on the Way Out
In my 1st and 2nd years of graduate school, I lived in a cheap and efficient but terrible apartment. I was proud of myself for having found what I thought was the best combination of cheap, efficient, and most well located place on campus. I even took over someone's lease and therefore didn't have to put down a deposit. The apartment cost $425/month. It had one bedroom, a living room, a windowless office (to prepare me for life as a school psychologist), and a small nook kitchen. The utility costs were negligible and it was a short bike ride to the gym, university center, and grocery store. I thought I'd love it.
In the end, I learned the meaning of the saying, You get what you pay for. Or in Argentina, lo que sale barato al fin sale caro. Or what's cheap ends up being expensive. Allow me to run down the issues with the apartment.
1. Train: I was less than 30 yards from train tracks and the train passed multiple times daily and nightly. And every time it did, because it was a college town and drunken college kids were known to wander down the tracks, it would blare its horn relentlessly and invariably wake me up multiple times throughout the night.
2. Former uranium processing plant: I was about 250 yards away from a former uranium processing plant. I didn't believe the rumor at first but confirmed it by going to talk to the city's environmental director who showed me the former map of the area and gave me the history of the 2 botched cleanups. It turns out that in WWII we disguised a uranium processing plant with a dairy farm smack dab in the middle of Oxford. It has been cleaned up twice, but doubts remain as to the quality of the cleanup. On top of it now sits new student housing that some builder finally got the guts to build, as if 50 years were enough for the effects of radioactive material to dissipate.
3. Lack of Airconditioning: There was one window unit in the apartment that did little to cool even the kitchen area which it blew right into. And in the inferno Oxford summers I had a technique of running my fan in the window all night and putting in front of it a large bowl of ice from my freezer. The semi cool air usually lasted about 30 minutes and I tried my hardest to fall asleep in this time.
4. Neighbors: The house next to me seemed to have parties every night. My upstairs neighbor I called my roommate because I could hear her every move. I knew when she got home at 3 in the morning. I could hear her vomit at 8 in the morning when I'd wake up early to finish reports before class. And worst of all, I had to call the police on her when she threw a huge Rocky Horror Picture Show party. I had a test the next day and was trying to sleep and at 4 in the morning, after asking twice for them to quiet down, I brought the cops into the game...And it worked. The party broke up. But when I walked out of my apartment in the morning, I realized that no good deed goes unpunished. I think every partgoer, or at least a a few, had taken turns peeing on my door.
When I finished my stay, I was more than happy to be leaving. Leaving, however, didn't turn out to be as easy as I'd hoped. My upstairs neighbor left a week before I did. She moved like she lived. Sloppily and loudly. Everything was packed up in large black trash bags and thrown down flights of stairs. When it came time for the big couches and chairs, she simply pushed them down the stairs. It sounded as if someone were tumbling boulders through the apartment all day.
When her Uhaul finally pulled out, I breathed at least 10 sighs of relief. Good riddance. But it wasn't that easy. One Saturday night while I was watching a movie in my apartment, I heard a crash come from my bathroom. I walked in to see what had happened and found that my ceiling had caved in. I called building maintenance and they were there in 5 minutes (If it were only so in Argentina!!!). The guy must have come straight from the bar because he was half drunk and when he barged into the empy apartment above me found a flooded apartment. My ex-neighbor had left the water running slightly in her bathtub and because her drain was clogged, the water backed up and flooded the bathroom and the surrounding apartment. It was as if the ghost of my neighbor had stuck around to make sure that I wasn't getting too comfortable.
It's been a long time since I've had an apartment situation that bad. But my current apartment I think I can officially say has been the worst ever. Allow me to go down the list:
1. Dirty: For the first time in my life, I had to do serious cleaning before entering an apartment. In every single apartment I've rented in the US, it's cleaned before I enter. This one, no. There were dirty rags and paint cans scattered all over the place and it was generally filthy. I called the owner to ask him if someone was going to clean it and he said 'yeah, you are'. Welcome to Argentina.
2. Loud: Want to dream of monsters every night? Come to my apartment and try to sleep. If you can sleep through the window rattling busses that pass every 2 minutes, or the lawn mower mo-peds, you may be lucky enough to dream that you're stuck in the bowels of a brontasaurus.
3. Busted: Almost everything has broken once in this apartment. Allow me to go down the list: Water heater, toilet, clogged kitchen sink, exploding lights in the kitchen and bedroom (because light bulbs burned through cables that were placed too close), clogged bathtub, broken pipe under the kitchen sink, leaky pipes in the bathroom sink, bathroom door, doors to my balcony, oven, wooden curtains in both the living room and bedroom, internet 5 times, possible gas leak, elevator, no water 2 times for almost a total of a week. Put more simply, the only thing that hasn't broken is my wall heater. Knock on wood.
The apartment has more or less been a disaster. Or an almost constant test of my patience and problem solving ability. And just as my apartment during graduate school gave me a fun sendoff, this one too has not disappointed, right in time for my last week here.
A few days ago, I went to use my bathroom and noticed that the water was not running constantly in the toilet as it usually does. Bad sign. That means that at least my cold water is not turned on. Someone in the building, as often happens, had turned it off without informing me. Maybe it'll be back on by the end of the day, I thought.
Tomorrow will be day 4 without any water, hot or cold. No one bothered to inform me. And when I complained to the building janitor and the building administrator, I received annoyed responses that it's the weekend and the plumber can't come on the weekend. And today when I asked why the plumber wasn't there fixing the problem, the janitor looked at me like I was the stupidest guy in the world and said, feriado. Or that it's a holiday and that the plumber doesn't work on holidays. Then the janitor, visibly annoyed, said look Patrick, if you want water, you can get it from the side of the building. It was equivalent to when I was 13 years old and a caddy and there was no more water in the water cooler and Kip the caddymaster scowled, 'Drink from the hose'.
And so I've been been taking my empty water bottles up and down the 7 flights of stairs multiple times daily to manually flush my toilet, wash my hands, and boil water to wash dishes. And I still have to go to my friend's apartment or the gym to shower.
The good thing is that the janitor and the building administrator don't seem to be terribly bothered by the fact that the majority of the building is without water. To them, it seems like second nature. No water, no problem. And they have water in their places so no biggy.
And so, after complaining better and more clearly in Spanish than I have ever complained. I mean, I had the building manager reeling and nervous. And still, nothing came of it. My experience here is that you can complain until you're blue in the face and it doesn't change a thing.
I was spoiled in the US where a well worded complaint and perseverance often leads to action. Here they just don't seem to care.
So because there's really nothing I can do now but wait it out and live like a boyscout in my-what's expensive for Buenos Aires-apartment, I'm trying to think about this all more philosophically. How can I make an opportunity out of this situation. Lemonade out of lemons.
I think for me this inconvenience means being much more adaptable than I typically am. Being a 30-year-old bachelor who has lived on his own for many years now means that I have my rituals and have become a bit rigid in my every day routine. As such, I like things to work and go as I expect them to go and when they don't, I'm easily upset. What does this say about my ability to raise children, God only knows....In any case, this apartment is constantly confounding my rituals. I can never fully count on my day going off without some type of hitch. So I'm almost constantly having to deal with the unexpected. Which is good for me.
I've also started to become aware of how much water we use on an every day basis. Did you know that it takes a good 10 Liters of water to manually flush my toilet? By God, we ought to flush less often. And it also takes a good liter and a half to wash your hands, if you are quick. If I do this long enough, I might change my water usage habits semi-permanently.
Going without water has also forced me to get out more often in my final days here. I have hermit like tendencies and having to beg my friends to use their showers and sinks has forced me to do something I should be doing anyway-seeing the people who have made my stay here what it's been. For instance, yesterday my friend Cecilia and I travelled to La Plata, 1 hour away by bus and hung out at the zoo and ate at an awesome parilla. And today I went over to my friend Erica's to take a shower and chat for a while.
So as Buenos Aires gets me back for all the times I've trashed it in this blog, I've been trying to turn it around. I don't know if everything in life happens for a reason. That to me is a cliche. But I do think you can turn everything into some type of opportunity. And as the door hits me on my way out of Buenos Aires, I'm trying to see it instead as a friendly and useful tap on the arse.
In the end, I learned the meaning of the saying, You get what you pay for. Or in Argentina, lo que sale barato al fin sale caro. Or what's cheap ends up being expensive. Allow me to run down the issues with the apartment.
1. Train: I was less than 30 yards from train tracks and the train passed multiple times daily and nightly. And every time it did, because it was a college town and drunken college kids were known to wander down the tracks, it would blare its horn relentlessly and invariably wake me up multiple times throughout the night.
2. Former uranium processing plant: I was about 250 yards away from a former uranium processing plant. I didn't believe the rumor at first but confirmed it by going to talk to the city's environmental director who showed me the former map of the area and gave me the history of the 2 botched cleanups. It turns out that in WWII we disguised a uranium processing plant with a dairy farm smack dab in the middle of Oxford. It has been cleaned up twice, but doubts remain as to the quality of the cleanup. On top of it now sits new student housing that some builder finally got the guts to build, as if 50 years were enough for the effects of radioactive material to dissipate.
3. Lack of Airconditioning: There was one window unit in the apartment that did little to cool even the kitchen area which it blew right into. And in the inferno Oxford summers I had a technique of running my fan in the window all night and putting in front of it a large bowl of ice from my freezer. The semi cool air usually lasted about 30 minutes and I tried my hardest to fall asleep in this time.
4. Neighbors: The house next to me seemed to have parties every night. My upstairs neighbor I called my roommate because I could hear her every move. I knew when she got home at 3 in the morning. I could hear her vomit at 8 in the morning when I'd wake up early to finish reports before class. And worst of all, I had to call the police on her when she threw a huge Rocky Horror Picture Show party. I had a test the next day and was trying to sleep and at 4 in the morning, after asking twice for them to quiet down, I brought the cops into the game...And it worked. The party broke up. But when I walked out of my apartment in the morning, I realized that no good deed goes unpunished. I think every partgoer, or at least a a few, had taken turns peeing on my door.
When I finished my stay, I was more than happy to be leaving. Leaving, however, didn't turn out to be as easy as I'd hoped. My upstairs neighbor left a week before I did. She moved like she lived. Sloppily and loudly. Everything was packed up in large black trash bags and thrown down flights of stairs. When it came time for the big couches and chairs, she simply pushed them down the stairs. It sounded as if someone were tumbling boulders through the apartment all day.
When her Uhaul finally pulled out, I breathed at least 10 sighs of relief. Good riddance. But it wasn't that easy. One Saturday night while I was watching a movie in my apartment, I heard a crash come from my bathroom. I walked in to see what had happened and found that my ceiling had caved in. I called building maintenance and they were there in 5 minutes (If it were only so in Argentina!!!). The guy must have come straight from the bar because he was half drunk and when he barged into the empy apartment above me found a flooded apartment. My ex-neighbor had left the water running slightly in her bathtub and because her drain was clogged, the water backed up and flooded the bathroom and the surrounding apartment. It was as if the ghost of my neighbor had stuck around to make sure that I wasn't getting too comfortable.
It's been a long time since I've had an apartment situation that bad. But my current apartment I think I can officially say has been the worst ever. Allow me to go down the list:
1. Dirty: For the first time in my life, I had to do serious cleaning before entering an apartment. In every single apartment I've rented in the US, it's cleaned before I enter. This one, no. There were dirty rags and paint cans scattered all over the place and it was generally filthy. I called the owner to ask him if someone was going to clean it and he said 'yeah, you are'. Welcome to Argentina.
2. Loud: Want to dream of monsters every night? Come to my apartment and try to sleep. If you can sleep through the window rattling busses that pass every 2 minutes, or the lawn mower mo-peds, you may be lucky enough to dream that you're stuck in the bowels of a brontasaurus.
3. Busted: Almost everything has broken once in this apartment. Allow me to go down the list: Water heater, toilet, clogged kitchen sink, exploding lights in the kitchen and bedroom (because light bulbs burned through cables that were placed too close), clogged bathtub, broken pipe under the kitchen sink, leaky pipes in the bathroom sink, bathroom door, doors to my balcony, oven, wooden curtains in both the living room and bedroom, internet 5 times, possible gas leak, elevator, no water 2 times for almost a total of a week. Put more simply, the only thing that hasn't broken is my wall heater. Knock on wood.
The apartment has more or less been a disaster. Or an almost constant test of my patience and problem solving ability. And just as my apartment during graduate school gave me a fun sendoff, this one too has not disappointed, right in time for my last week here.
A few days ago, I went to use my bathroom and noticed that the water was not running constantly in the toilet as it usually does. Bad sign. That means that at least my cold water is not turned on. Someone in the building, as often happens, had turned it off without informing me. Maybe it'll be back on by the end of the day, I thought.
Tomorrow will be day 4 without any water, hot or cold. No one bothered to inform me. And when I complained to the building janitor and the building administrator, I received annoyed responses that it's the weekend and the plumber can't come on the weekend. And today when I asked why the plumber wasn't there fixing the problem, the janitor looked at me like I was the stupidest guy in the world and said, feriado. Or that it's a holiday and that the plumber doesn't work on holidays. Then the janitor, visibly annoyed, said look Patrick, if you want water, you can get it from the side of the building. It was equivalent to when I was 13 years old and a caddy and there was no more water in the water cooler and Kip the caddymaster scowled, 'Drink from the hose'.
And so I've been been taking my empty water bottles up and down the 7 flights of stairs multiple times daily to manually flush my toilet, wash my hands, and boil water to wash dishes. And I still have to go to my friend's apartment or the gym to shower.
The good thing is that the janitor and the building administrator don't seem to be terribly bothered by the fact that the majority of the building is without water. To them, it seems like second nature. No water, no problem. And they have water in their places so no biggy.
And so, after complaining better and more clearly in Spanish than I have ever complained. I mean, I had the building manager reeling and nervous. And still, nothing came of it. My experience here is that you can complain until you're blue in the face and it doesn't change a thing.
I was spoiled in the US where a well worded complaint and perseverance often leads to action. Here they just don't seem to care.
So because there's really nothing I can do now but wait it out and live like a boyscout in my-what's expensive for Buenos Aires-apartment, I'm trying to think about this all more philosophically. How can I make an opportunity out of this situation. Lemonade out of lemons.
I think for me this inconvenience means being much more adaptable than I typically am. Being a 30-year-old bachelor who has lived on his own for many years now means that I have my rituals and have become a bit rigid in my every day routine. As such, I like things to work and go as I expect them to go and when they don't, I'm easily upset. What does this say about my ability to raise children, God only knows....In any case, this apartment is constantly confounding my rituals. I can never fully count on my day going off without some type of hitch. So I'm almost constantly having to deal with the unexpected. Which is good for me.
I've also started to become aware of how much water we use on an every day basis. Did you know that it takes a good 10 Liters of water to manually flush my toilet? By God, we ought to flush less often. And it also takes a good liter and a half to wash your hands, if you are quick. If I do this long enough, I might change my water usage habits semi-permanently.
Going without water has also forced me to get out more often in my final days here. I have hermit like tendencies and having to beg my friends to use their showers and sinks has forced me to do something I should be doing anyway-seeing the people who have made my stay here what it's been. For instance, yesterday my friend Cecilia and I travelled to La Plata, 1 hour away by bus and hung out at the zoo and ate at an awesome parilla. And today I went over to my friend Erica's to take a shower and chat for a while.
So as Buenos Aires gets me back for all the times I've trashed it in this blog, I've been trying to turn it around. I don't know if everything in life happens for a reason. That to me is a cliche. But I do think you can turn everything into some type of opportunity. And as the door hits me on my way out of Buenos Aires, I'm trying to see it instead as a friendly and useful tap on the arse.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Final Thoughts I
I'll be home in 2 weeks and my blog will end at the same time as my experience.
I want to have a total of 52 entries to represent the 52 weeks of my stay. This entry is number 50.
I arrived in BA on the Shortest Day of the Year (2008) and will leave on the 20th of June 2009, the longest day in the North.
It's transitioning from fall to winter. The mornings and nights are chilly (though nothing like in Ohio), the trees have lost most of their leaves, the autumn incense is no longer, it's getting dark a little after 5 pm, and people in the streets are huddled in coats and scarves. It feels kind of like Holiday time in the states.
These days, I spend most of my evenings inside writing or preparing classes and more than ever attending yoga classes and chatting with friends in their apartments or online. I'm cooking more too since it's not as hot as it was before and it actually feels good to turn on the oven and fill the apartment with the smell of a chicken roast with onions, garlic, carrots, and rosemary.
My apartment is becoming emptier and emptier too as I clean it out, give away, and sell stuff. Where my futon used to be sits a blanket and a pillow on the wood floor for when I want to watch TV before bed. And a half an hour is about all I can take since my butt hurts too much after that. Luckily, I still have cable even though I'm not paying for it. I even told Fibertel that this was the case, but the guy who came to fix my internet (after it went down for the 5th unexplained time this year) gave it to me anyway after we concluded a chat about how much he likes the US and how he wants to buy a US flag. I thought he was kidding. I asked snarkily, 'Why do you want a US flag?' He replied, 'Porque me encanta Los Estados Unidos' (Because I love the United States). It was surprising to hear that from an Argentine. In fact, it's the first time I've heard one say it.
In any case, he gave me cable and I gave him a glass of water and a powerbar from the U.S. I also rifled through my clothes to see if I had anything with a US flag on it that I could give him, but there was nothing. I really wanted to leave him with some sort of memento from the States.
Anyhow, in the next 13 or so days, I'll be finishing up my work with the family from San Francisco as well as teaching English one last class with the former ambassador from Columbia to the UN. I'll also be eating out with my friends, saying goodbye to Argelia and her family, preparing my trip here in December, going out to movies and dinners with Cecilia, and preparing a bit to buy a car and rent an apartment in Denver.
I felt a bit sad about leaving for the first time yesterday. Life could easily be more boring and normal in the states. Here it was a constant adventure with new opportunities that seemed to fall in my lap at every stage of the journey. On top of that, I had a ton of time here to address my major goal of reflecting on life and deciding where I wanted to go next. I would be surprised if I had that much time in Denver pero veremos.
Speaking of goals that I accomplished here... I also succeeded in gaining new job experiences, improving my physical health, improving my mental health, reflection (to some degree), and improving my Spanish. More than anything else, this has been an experience of spiritual and phsyical cleansing. It wasn't fun or something to be jealous of. For example, it wasn't until the end of my experience that I was laughing on a regular basis. I used to love to have fun and laugh and be silly and stupid. But for whatever reason I've become more serious throughout the years. And when I came down here, broken hearted, lonely, messed up stomach, confused as heck....I was not laughing or having fun. It wasn't until the last few months that I felt as though my fever of life finally turned the corner. And now I'm laughing again, allowing myself to have fun and be stupid and happy. I used to think it was a luxury to feel this way, but now I know that at least for me, it's also a necessity.
But you can't always genuinely feel this way. I had to go through a kind of journey here in which I got my body back on track first, and then focused on my mind and getting to know and caring for myself better. And I think that while I've just started this process, I know now that I ought to sacrifice my physical and mental health only on the rarest of occasions. But I think in the U.S., there is a culture of carelessly handing these treasures over to corporations and our jobs. We don't guard them, but instead guard are jobs. Which is not to say that I plan on being a lazy bum in my job. But I can't let my job take over and force me to put my mind and body second. If I don't have a healthy mind and body, I'm no good for my job anyway. It's kind of the difference between going to war carelessly (as in Iraq) versus only doing it when it's absolutely necessary.
Yes, yet another enlightened musing... I kind of know my trip here has been a stereotype. Like in the webpage my sister sent me of Stupid Things White People Do. One of these stupid things is taking a year off from your job to travel, teach English in another country, write long emails to all of your friends about spiritual enlightenment, and then propose to write a book about it all. Ok, guilty (all except the book about my experience part. Not that I haven't considered it, but it's too cliche and probably been done by a gazillion BA expats. But hey, I'm still not ruling it out). But, shouldn't everyone take the opportunity to step back for a time to find out what it's all about, why they're doing what they're doing or why they're running in the direction they're running. Because if we get to the end and realize we have no idea why we were running our entire lives, that we know no more than we did when we started the chaotic journey, isn't that kind of depressing?
Maybe I'll never make it to a more enlightened and peaceful state. Maybe I'll continue a frustrated path of mock discovery only to realize that I would have been better avoiding it. I don't think there are any assurances that hard work on learning about oneself leads to any kind of true fulfilment. But I think I've traveled beyond the point of no return, so to speak. I've realized too much and there likely isn't any going back now.
I want to have a total of 52 entries to represent the 52 weeks of my stay. This entry is number 50.
I arrived in BA on the Shortest Day of the Year (2008) and will leave on the 20th of June 2009, the longest day in the North.
It's transitioning from fall to winter. The mornings and nights are chilly (though nothing like in Ohio), the trees have lost most of their leaves, the autumn incense is no longer, it's getting dark a little after 5 pm, and people in the streets are huddled in coats and scarves. It feels kind of like Holiday time in the states.
These days, I spend most of my evenings inside writing or preparing classes and more than ever attending yoga classes and chatting with friends in their apartments or online. I'm cooking more too since it's not as hot as it was before and it actually feels good to turn on the oven and fill the apartment with the smell of a chicken roast with onions, garlic, carrots, and rosemary.
My apartment is becoming emptier and emptier too as I clean it out, give away, and sell stuff. Where my futon used to be sits a blanket and a pillow on the wood floor for when I want to watch TV before bed. And a half an hour is about all I can take since my butt hurts too much after that. Luckily, I still have cable even though I'm not paying for it. I even told Fibertel that this was the case, but the guy who came to fix my internet (after it went down for the 5th unexplained time this year) gave it to me anyway after we concluded a chat about how much he likes the US and how he wants to buy a US flag. I thought he was kidding. I asked snarkily, 'Why do you want a US flag?' He replied, 'Porque me encanta Los Estados Unidos' (Because I love the United States). It was surprising to hear that from an Argentine. In fact, it's the first time I've heard one say it.
In any case, he gave me cable and I gave him a glass of water and a powerbar from the U.S. I also rifled through my clothes to see if I had anything with a US flag on it that I could give him, but there was nothing. I really wanted to leave him with some sort of memento from the States.
Anyhow, in the next 13 or so days, I'll be finishing up my work with the family from San Francisco as well as teaching English one last class with the former ambassador from Columbia to the UN. I'll also be eating out with my friends, saying goodbye to Argelia and her family, preparing my trip here in December, going out to movies and dinners with Cecilia, and preparing a bit to buy a car and rent an apartment in Denver.
I felt a bit sad about leaving for the first time yesterday. Life could easily be more boring and normal in the states. Here it was a constant adventure with new opportunities that seemed to fall in my lap at every stage of the journey. On top of that, I had a ton of time here to address my major goal of reflecting on life and deciding where I wanted to go next. I would be surprised if I had that much time in Denver pero veremos.
Speaking of goals that I accomplished here... I also succeeded in gaining new job experiences, improving my physical health, improving my mental health, reflection (to some degree), and improving my Spanish. More than anything else, this has been an experience of spiritual and phsyical cleansing. It wasn't fun or something to be jealous of. For example, it wasn't until the end of my experience that I was laughing on a regular basis. I used to love to have fun and laugh and be silly and stupid. But for whatever reason I've become more serious throughout the years. And when I came down here, broken hearted, lonely, messed up stomach, confused as heck....I was not laughing or having fun. It wasn't until the last few months that I felt as though my fever of life finally turned the corner. And now I'm laughing again, allowing myself to have fun and be stupid and happy. I used to think it was a luxury to feel this way, but now I know that at least for me, it's also a necessity.
But you can't always genuinely feel this way. I had to go through a kind of journey here in which I got my body back on track first, and then focused on my mind and getting to know and caring for myself better. And I think that while I've just started this process, I know now that I ought to sacrifice my physical and mental health only on the rarest of occasions. But I think in the U.S., there is a culture of carelessly handing these treasures over to corporations and our jobs. We don't guard them, but instead guard are jobs. Which is not to say that I plan on being a lazy bum in my job. But I can't let my job take over and force me to put my mind and body second. If I don't have a healthy mind and body, I'm no good for my job anyway. It's kind of the difference between going to war carelessly (as in Iraq) versus only doing it when it's absolutely necessary.
Yes, yet another enlightened musing... I kind of know my trip here has been a stereotype. Like in the webpage my sister sent me of Stupid Things White People Do. One of these stupid things is taking a year off from your job to travel, teach English in another country, write long emails to all of your friends about spiritual enlightenment, and then propose to write a book about it all. Ok, guilty (all except the book about my experience part. Not that I haven't considered it, but it's too cliche and probably been done by a gazillion BA expats. But hey, I'm still not ruling it out). But, shouldn't everyone take the opportunity to step back for a time to find out what it's all about, why they're doing what they're doing or why they're running in the direction they're running. Because if we get to the end and realize we have no idea why we were running our entire lives, that we know no more than we did when we started the chaotic journey, isn't that kind of depressing?
Maybe I'll never make it to a more enlightened and peaceful state. Maybe I'll continue a frustrated path of mock discovery only to realize that I would have been better avoiding it. I don't think there are any assurances that hard work on learning about oneself leads to any kind of true fulfilment. But I think I've traveled beyond the point of no return, so to speak. I've realized too much and there likely isn't any going back now.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
9 to 5
I always felt lucky to be a school psychologist at Reynoldsburg. I was doing something I generally liked. The work gave me a sense of fulfillment. I felt respected and well treated. I was paid well and the benefits were great. I only worked 186 days a year and had all kinds of breaks for holidays, snow days and teacher work days. By all accounts, I led a privileged life.
I felt that way until I moved here.
When I moved down to BA, I almost immediately found 4 or so jobs and was plenty busy. But as the year progressed, I dropped more and more of the jobs and have now only work to meet my basic needs. Before, I felt a need to work for the sake of working, because I didn't know what to do or how to fill the days without work. I just felt like I should be working because I used to work all the time and not working made me feel nervous, anxious, jumpy, like I should be doing something. Waking up at 9am and not being at work and not needing to do anything was scary. I'm still not completely over it.
Losing work I suppose is like losing anything else. It's a huge part of your life. It makes decisions for you. It structures your life. It decides what you're going to from the moment you wake up until the moment you go to bed. It dictates when you can vacation (it makes the concept of vacation necessary), when you eat lunch, when you wake up, when you go to sleep, what stresses you will encounter, what type of healthcare you will receive, the environment you'll spend your day in. The typical 9-5 job is both a blanket of comfort, schedule, routine, and certainty but also something that controls, constrains, and takes away our freedom.
But that's ok because as the sociologist Erich Fromm pointed out, most of us want to Escape From Freedom anyway. Freedom is not as cool as it sounds. When you constantly have to make decisions, when you assume total responsibility for your actions and behavior, when you're freed from many of the bonds and boundaries of life, you don't all of a sudden feel a huge relief or happiness or sense of a fulfillment. I think you instead feel like you've just been shoved outside of a warm cozy cabin on a subzero day in your underwear.
As much as 'patriots' in the United States say that we should put Freedom first or vote for Freedom (which somehow is supposed to mean vote for the dude who wants to go fight every war we can get ourselves into), I don't think the average person wants freedom at all. I think the average person wants certainty. Why else is Christianity or intense religion so comforting to people? It's easy. If you accept the Bible, everything suddenly makes sense. You no longer have to struggle with the existential battle of existence. You know why you're here, how you got here, and how it will all end. Pack this up in a big box community church with well respected mainstream churgoers and why not take the plunge of faith? As astronomer and philosopher Karl Sagan observed, 'If it takes a little myth and ritual to get us through a night that seems endless, who among us cannot sympathize'?
Getting back to the point.... I think true freedom means pulling off the cloaks of structure, culture, norms, religion, society, subtextual and other messages that we are constantly absorbing from our environment so that we are making decisions based on our knowledge of ourselves and our individual needs and desires, as opposed to what we've been told we ought to do. I don't think this is 100% possible. But I think that most of us have a ton of room for improvement toward freedom. But I don't think most are interested.
Many choose paths that structure life almost as soon as they're able to make our their own decisions apart from their parents. The lucky ones choose college after high school. At least 4 years of what's supposed to be rigorous academics and higher learning that usually results in making the decision to imprison our lives even more by taking 9-5 jobs that allow 2 week vacations.
And if we don't choose college, we might get married quickly out of high school. Combine that with a full time job or career and we compound even further our loss of freedom or cloak of structure and comfort, whatever you want to call it. Other ways of escaping freedom are joining a religion that purports to have all the answers, submitting to the path that society and the dominant culture lays out for us, or doing what our parents and other family members tell us that we ought to be doing.
And maybe these escapes from freedom aren't so bad. Maybe they're not bad at all. If we don't know what the heck life is all about, why not put ourselves in a position of constantly reacting to a structuring mechanism that we have chosen. For example, if you choose to have a family, you are more or less constantly reacting. You live to take care of your children and your family and you do everything you can to ensure that they are ok now and in the future. You're constantly responding to their needs and the #1 goal and focus is crystal clear. You work, manage money, wake up in the middle of the night to change diapers, shuttle kids to events, support them as they grow older, and eventually become a grandparent to their kids. The structure is there for life.
And why not choose one of these structuring mechanisms. Is it really better to be stuck in your own head trying to figure out what it's all about when you could enjoy a sense of fulfilment or at least forget the existential void? So I'm not judging, I'm just saying.... I think most of us want to escape freedom. And as much as many don't want to admit it, we make choices to do so. We make choices to start families and therefore not be able to spend as much time ruminating on what it's all about. How can you when your baby is screaming and needs his bottle? Or we make choices to lose ourselves in work. Or religion. Or consumerism. Or food. Or anything that fills us up or structures our lives or gives us the illusion of direction, purpose, comfort, or certainty.
But if we truly want freedom, we must start getting rid of all of the messages from outside that tell us what we should be doing or how we should be living our lives. And we should look inside to find out more about ourselves and what We really want and need.
So more than any other lesson I've learned here, I've learned that it's ok for me not to work most of the time, especially if I don't feel a sense of fulfillment from it. Right now, I'm teaching a 5, 9, and 11 year old and I love it. I only do it about 10 or so hours a week but it's enough. The time we spend together is intense learning, serious critical thinking. Ok, not with the 5 year old, but the older kids. And my other job is teaching English to the former Columbian Ambassador to the United Nations. Which for me is just totally cool.
And that's all I do. It pays the bills and I live well. I don't save a thing. But I feel really healthy. I swim, cook, read, research, enjoy long meals, visit museums, talk with friends, think, go out to movies, eat out with friends, travel on the cheap, and write. If it were not for the stress of the big city and the fact that my family is so far away and that I have issues with the Porteno culture, I'd be set.
There came a point at which I realized that working for the sake of working is a little bit ridiculous. What does it say about me if I can't find a way to occupy my time without work?
So I feel like now I am living. When I work 9-5, I don't get that sense nearly as much. I am instead working to live.
And so this is my concern about going back to the States. Will I be able to handle returning to the 9-5 situation that I've set myself up with in Denver? Granted, I've handpicked my job out of 8 or so choices in 8 or so different cities so that I will in theory very much like what I'm doing. And I feel totally privileged to have been able to do so. Especially in a time when so many people are out of work. But then again, I don't need the job, despite the financial crisis or the fears of US society at the moment. My job in Denver is more than enough to support me. It's easily too much.
So I'm worried that I will find myself in the 9-5 position of working as a means of getting away again to maybe Spain or Costa Rica or some other adventure. I wonder if I will always work most of the year to live part of the year. Which doesn't make sense. We ought to be living full time and working to support life instead of the opposite. My hope is that my job is less like work and more of something that I'd be doing if I weren't being paid. And seeing as how I've chosen a position in which I'll be speaking Spanish all day and working with Hispanic families, I think that might be the case.
But if it's not, if I find out that I'm stuck in a windowless office most of the day writing drudgerous reports and administering mindless tests and dreaming of being somewhere else...., I hope I come to the conclusion that I should find a way to work in a position that is less like work and more something I want to be doing or work less so that I can at least be living more each day than I work.
From this point out, my goals is to be more deliberate about the way that I choose to lose my freedom. I think I'll always to some extent feel pushed and pulled in directions by messages from the outside that tell me that I should have a family, a high paying job, a published novel, accomplishments, religion, a nice car, a big house...All that stuff that previous generations claim was just something that they were supposed to do, expected to to, Had to do. Because we really don't Have to do nearly as much as we're told. We give in to these messages. And yes, we make the decision to capitulate, to give up our freedom.
So for whatever reason, I've wound up at age 30 without too much structure. I've got no family, no debt, no serious financial obligations. Ostensibly, I'm fairly free. But I've chosen to go back to 9-5. I'm hoping it's not an escape from freedom, but rather intensified and deliberate living. But only the next year will tell.
I felt that way until I moved here.
When I moved down to BA, I almost immediately found 4 or so jobs and was plenty busy. But as the year progressed, I dropped more and more of the jobs and have now only work to meet my basic needs. Before, I felt a need to work for the sake of working, because I didn't know what to do or how to fill the days without work. I just felt like I should be working because I used to work all the time and not working made me feel nervous, anxious, jumpy, like I should be doing something. Waking up at 9am and not being at work and not needing to do anything was scary. I'm still not completely over it.
Losing work I suppose is like losing anything else. It's a huge part of your life. It makes decisions for you. It structures your life. It decides what you're going to from the moment you wake up until the moment you go to bed. It dictates when you can vacation (it makes the concept of vacation necessary), when you eat lunch, when you wake up, when you go to sleep, what stresses you will encounter, what type of healthcare you will receive, the environment you'll spend your day in. The typical 9-5 job is both a blanket of comfort, schedule, routine, and certainty but also something that controls, constrains, and takes away our freedom.
But that's ok because as the sociologist Erich Fromm pointed out, most of us want to Escape From Freedom anyway. Freedom is not as cool as it sounds. When you constantly have to make decisions, when you assume total responsibility for your actions and behavior, when you're freed from many of the bonds and boundaries of life, you don't all of a sudden feel a huge relief or happiness or sense of a fulfillment. I think you instead feel like you've just been shoved outside of a warm cozy cabin on a subzero day in your underwear.
As much as 'patriots' in the United States say that we should put Freedom first or vote for Freedom (which somehow is supposed to mean vote for the dude who wants to go fight every war we can get ourselves into), I don't think the average person wants freedom at all. I think the average person wants certainty. Why else is Christianity or intense religion so comforting to people? It's easy. If you accept the Bible, everything suddenly makes sense. You no longer have to struggle with the existential battle of existence. You know why you're here, how you got here, and how it will all end. Pack this up in a big box community church with well respected mainstream churgoers and why not take the plunge of faith? As astronomer and philosopher Karl Sagan observed, 'If it takes a little myth and ritual to get us through a night that seems endless, who among us cannot sympathize'?
Getting back to the point.... I think true freedom means pulling off the cloaks of structure, culture, norms, religion, society, subtextual and other messages that we are constantly absorbing from our environment so that we are making decisions based on our knowledge of ourselves and our individual needs and desires, as opposed to what we've been told we ought to do. I don't think this is 100% possible. But I think that most of us have a ton of room for improvement toward freedom. But I don't think most are interested.
Many choose paths that structure life almost as soon as they're able to make our their own decisions apart from their parents. The lucky ones choose college after high school. At least 4 years of what's supposed to be rigorous academics and higher learning that usually results in making the decision to imprison our lives even more by taking 9-5 jobs that allow 2 week vacations.
And if we don't choose college, we might get married quickly out of high school. Combine that with a full time job or career and we compound even further our loss of freedom or cloak of structure and comfort, whatever you want to call it. Other ways of escaping freedom are joining a religion that purports to have all the answers, submitting to the path that society and the dominant culture lays out for us, or doing what our parents and other family members tell us that we ought to be doing.
And maybe these escapes from freedom aren't so bad. Maybe they're not bad at all. If we don't know what the heck life is all about, why not put ourselves in a position of constantly reacting to a structuring mechanism that we have chosen. For example, if you choose to have a family, you are more or less constantly reacting. You live to take care of your children and your family and you do everything you can to ensure that they are ok now and in the future. You're constantly responding to their needs and the #1 goal and focus is crystal clear. You work, manage money, wake up in the middle of the night to change diapers, shuttle kids to events, support them as they grow older, and eventually become a grandparent to their kids. The structure is there for life.
And why not choose one of these structuring mechanisms. Is it really better to be stuck in your own head trying to figure out what it's all about when you could enjoy a sense of fulfilment or at least forget the existential void? So I'm not judging, I'm just saying.... I think most of us want to escape freedom. And as much as many don't want to admit it, we make choices to do so. We make choices to start families and therefore not be able to spend as much time ruminating on what it's all about. How can you when your baby is screaming and needs his bottle? Or we make choices to lose ourselves in work. Or religion. Or consumerism. Or food. Or anything that fills us up or structures our lives or gives us the illusion of direction, purpose, comfort, or certainty.
But if we truly want freedom, we must start getting rid of all of the messages from outside that tell us what we should be doing or how we should be living our lives. And we should look inside to find out more about ourselves and what We really want and need.
So more than any other lesson I've learned here, I've learned that it's ok for me not to work most of the time, especially if I don't feel a sense of fulfillment from it. Right now, I'm teaching a 5, 9, and 11 year old and I love it. I only do it about 10 or so hours a week but it's enough. The time we spend together is intense learning, serious critical thinking. Ok, not with the 5 year old, but the older kids. And my other job is teaching English to the former Columbian Ambassador to the United Nations. Which for me is just totally cool.
And that's all I do. It pays the bills and I live well. I don't save a thing. But I feel really healthy. I swim, cook, read, research, enjoy long meals, visit museums, talk with friends, think, go out to movies, eat out with friends, travel on the cheap, and write. If it were not for the stress of the big city and the fact that my family is so far away and that I have issues with the Porteno culture, I'd be set.
There came a point at which I realized that working for the sake of working is a little bit ridiculous. What does it say about me if I can't find a way to occupy my time without work?
So I feel like now I am living. When I work 9-5, I don't get that sense nearly as much. I am instead working to live.
And so this is my concern about going back to the States. Will I be able to handle returning to the 9-5 situation that I've set myself up with in Denver? Granted, I've handpicked my job out of 8 or so choices in 8 or so different cities so that I will in theory very much like what I'm doing. And I feel totally privileged to have been able to do so. Especially in a time when so many people are out of work. But then again, I don't need the job, despite the financial crisis or the fears of US society at the moment. My job in Denver is more than enough to support me. It's easily too much.
So I'm worried that I will find myself in the 9-5 position of working as a means of getting away again to maybe Spain or Costa Rica or some other adventure. I wonder if I will always work most of the year to live part of the year. Which doesn't make sense. We ought to be living full time and working to support life instead of the opposite. My hope is that my job is less like work and more of something that I'd be doing if I weren't being paid. And seeing as how I've chosen a position in which I'll be speaking Spanish all day and working with Hispanic families, I think that might be the case.
But if it's not, if I find out that I'm stuck in a windowless office most of the day writing drudgerous reports and administering mindless tests and dreaming of being somewhere else...., I hope I come to the conclusion that I should find a way to work in a position that is less like work and more something I want to be doing or work less so that I can at least be living more each day than I work.
From this point out, my goals is to be more deliberate about the way that I choose to lose my freedom. I think I'll always to some extent feel pushed and pulled in directions by messages from the outside that tell me that I should have a family, a high paying job, a published novel, accomplishments, religion, a nice car, a big house...All that stuff that previous generations claim was just something that they were supposed to do, expected to to, Had to do. Because we really don't Have to do nearly as much as we're told. We give in to these messages. And yes, we make the decision to capitulate, to give up our freedom.
So for whatever reason, I've wound up at age 30 without too much structure. I've got no family, no debt, no serious financial obligations. Ostensibly, I'm fairly free. But I've chosen to go back to 9-5. I'm hoping it's not an escape from freedom, but rather intensified and deliberate living. But only the next year will tell.
Monday, June 1, 2009
The Perfect Place
I've spent a good many entries detailing my problems with Buenos Aires. It's catharsis. And I want to document all my issues. Because in the US, I might know who to call or how to complain so as to affect change but in the absence of having a strong command of the language, culture, and system in Buenos Aires, my only recourse is to damn the city and it's people in my blog.
It's like this, I wake up, go through the motions of my day...Invariably a bunch of things bug me. I don't feel empowered and don't know how to affect change here, but I still feel a need to do something, to at least tell someone, to make sure those responsible are somehow held accountable, to raise awareness, whatever. So I whine and complain about it in the blog as a means of getting back.
But Buenos Aires isn't all bad. More than anything (as one of my recent and now more faithful readers pointed out) Buenos Aires is very flawed based on the standards to which I am holding it. What are those standards? The standards are characteristics that I personally find important. That is, based on who I am and what I know about myself and what I need and desire. So what are my standards? Who am I and what does that say about what I need in a city?
The who am I part is ongoing and I've blogged that into the ground, but the what's important to me in a city is worth mentioning. So the following is a list of the most important characteristics in a city, based on what I've figured out about myself and what I need and want:
1. A large stock of smart and critical thinking people who communicate well through words and take the time to do so on a regular basis. Folks who value deep and meaningful conversation and communication and who are good at it. Folks who aren't afraid to share their opinions, who listen well, who are sensitive to the world, who can articulate their opinions diplomatically and as Obama says, 'Disagree without being disagreeable'.
2. A spiritually diverse community. In Ohio if you are interested in becoming more spirtiual, plumbing the depths, if you will, you can chose between Christianity, Christianity, or Christianity. Outside of fringe groups, I didn't find too much in terms of an alternative spiritual community. For years, I've put out the spiritual vibe and found nothing but evangelical Christians in different niche packages who try time and again to convert me. There are rocker Christians, sporty Christians, alternative brooding druggy Christians, and much more.
Christianity in Ohio is like different forms of sugar. If you don't like plain old white sugar, there's molasses, maple syrup, honey, evaporated cane juice, brown sugar, organic cane sugar, or agave nectar. But when it comes down to it it's still Sugar.
I want choices. I know there's more out there. Other ways of going deeper without having to accept the tenants of a religion that, given my God given 5 senses, is impossible to swallow without a quantam leap of faith (and unfortunately, as much as I want to, I don't understand it and don't have it). Surely there is a way to be spiritual, to explore under the surface using only the senses that I was given.
3. City and nature. I'd like to be in a city center that has a large and diverse population but that also has nature, or some type of pure natural setting nearby. I'd like all the benefits of city life-culture, lots of different people and ideas, arts, activities, food-along with clean air, water, and a place nearby where I can hike around in peace and quiet, away from people when I need it.
4. Heat and sun. My body does not like rough winters nor can it deal with a lack of light. I need a place with decent weather.
5. Sense of community. People who trust in and use government and charitable organizations as a means of benefiting the greater good. People who treat each other well. People who actually look at each other, acknowledge each other, and care and feel a sense of responsibility for their neighbors.
I'm not so sure this Top 5 list is in order of importance to me. The top spot and order probably depend more on the day of week and time of day you ask me. In any case, at least at the moment, these 5 things are the most important to me.
As an exercise, I'm going to test Buenos Aires against these standards.
1. In my experience, Buenos Aires has it. More than any other city I've lived in, folks here know how to have a good conversations. They tend to be bright, opinionated, civil, interested in chatting, they take time for it, they value it, they're good at it, and they listen well.
2. I really have no idea what kind of spiritual community Buenos Aires has. I've met a number of atheists, one hardcore Catholic, and a number of superstitious Catholics (people with crosses hanging from their rearview mirrors who make the sign of the cross when they pass a church but who probably know little to nothing about the religion.) And finally I met someone who is part of a group that uses a more philosophical text as a means of self and spiritual exploration, the type of spirituality I think I'm more suited for.
3. Buenos Aires has city. But no nature. Tigre just doesn't cut it for me. The fact that you have to take an overnight bus to more or less get into some serious nature is hard for me. Buenos Aires is tall apartment buildings for as far as the eye can see. I feel trapped by the city-smog and hordes of stressed people who flow through it like bad blood through the veins and arteries of the city's streets. And as far as clean air and water. Fogetaboutit. The deisel buses and smokers make it so that everyone living in the city, whether he smokes or not, takes in the equivalent of a pack of cigarettes per day. I expect to go through withdrawal when I move back to the States. And the water, if it is from the Rio De La Plata, as I've been told, cannot be clean. I don't care what type of purification process it goes through. That muddy sludge-shake of a river es un asco.
4. Heat and Sun. Yep, Buenos Aires has it. The climate here is great, compared to what I'm accustomed to in Ohio. The winters can be grim and chilly but nooooothing like winters in Ohio. My main complaint here is that the buildings turn into giant ice blocks in the winter. That is, they collect and give off cold throughout the winter so even though it's 60 degrees and sunny, it feels much colder because the buildings are blocking the sun and giving off cold at the same time.
5. I don't need to harp on this one. Buenos Aires ain't got it. Not even close. Casi nada.
But all in all, I have to give it to the city, it's much more suited to me than I've been claiming. It meets almost 3 of the categories, about half of what I'm looking for. For a marriage, however, I'm looking for at least 4 out of 5. Perfection obviously I'm not going to find. But something with the majority of what I'm looking for surely is out there.
In fact, Denver I think is going to be at least a 3 out of 5.
1. I don't know how bright and interested in conversation the folks in Denver are. Can't give them this one, although I've heard positive reports.
2. I know Denver and the surrounding area has a diverse spiritual community, maybe not as diverse as California, but a quick study has revealed a number of substantial alternatives to the common US religion menu. I will note, in any case, that Colorado has an intense mega church going Christian population. Which I find unsettling.
3. City and nature. Check and check. Big city, arts, diversity, culture, food. Rocky mountain national park. Rated best big city water in the country by Men's Health Magazine. Clean air as a result of natural gas and hybrid buses as well as bike commuters and a large green community and concern for the environment.
4. Heat and sun. It's sunny, and mild in the winter. But not as warm in general as I would like and too much snow. I'll give it a .5 as being better than Ohio but not perfect for me.
5. And yes, it seems to have a strong sense of community. The people are super friendly, the city is clean, there are bike paths everywhere, parks, and a strong and intelligent progressive government.
So according to what I know about Denver, it is at least a 3.5 and maybe more, depending on what I find out about the people.
So I feel bad for knocking Buenos Aires the way I have. It does have a number of characteristics important to me. And when I was walking the streets today paying bills and dodging traffic, I knew I would miss it. I could see myself in the future, bored in the States, yearning to have my adventure back. Desiring again the instability, the movement, the energy, the entropy of this crazy place. I can't say that I'm ever bored here. Even commonplace days are an adventure, sometimes just from the perspective of seeing so many different people. My relationship with this place is surely love/hate. The most intense and passionate relationships are. I expect to be pulled back to this place some day...
It's like this, I wake up, go through the motions of my day...Invariably a bunch of things bug me. I don't feel empowered and don't know how to affect change here, but I still feel a need to do something, to at least tell someone, to make sure those responsible are somehow held accountable, to raise awareness, whatever. So I whine and complain about it in the blog as a means of getting back.
But Buenos Aires isn't all bad. More than anything (as one of my recent and now more faithful readers pointed out) Buenos Aires is very flawed based on the standards to which I am holding it. What are those standards? The standards are characteristics that I personally find important. That is, based on who I am and what I know about myself and what I need and desire. So what are my standards? Who am I and what does that say about what I need in a city?
The who am I part is ongoing and I've blogged that into the ground, but the what's important to me in a city is worth mentioning. So the following is a list of the most important characteristics in a city, based on what I've figured out about myself and what I need and want:
1. A large stock of smart and critical thinking people who communicate well through words and take the time to do so on a regular basis. Folks who value deep and meaningful conversation and communication and who are good at it. Folks who aren't afraid to share their opinions, who listen well, who are sensitive to the world, who can articulate their opinions diplomatically and as Obama says, 'Disagree without being disagreeable'.
2. A spiritually diverse community. In Ohio if you are interested in becoming more spirtiual, plumbing the depths, if you will, you can chose between Christianity, Christianity, or Christianity. Outside of fringe groups, I didn't find too much in terms of an alternative spiritual community. For years, I've put out the spiritual vibe and found nothing but evangelical Christians in different niche packages who try time and again to convert me. There are rocker Christians, sporty Christians, alternative brooding druggy Christians, and much more.
Christianity in Ohio is like different forms of sugar. If you don't like plain old white sugar, there's molasses, maple syrup, honey, evaporated cane juice, brown sugar, organic cane sugar, or agave nectar. But when it comes down to it it's still Sugar.
I want choices. I know there's more out there. Other ways of going deeper without having to accept the tenants of a religion that, given my God given 5 senses, is impossible to swallow without a quantam leap of faith (and unfortunately, as much as I want to, I don't understand it and don't have it). Surely there is a way to be spiritual, to explore under the surface using only the senses that I was given.
3. City and nature. I'd like to be in a city center that has a large and diverse population but that also has nature, or some type of pure natural setting nearby. I'd like all the benefits of city life-culture, lots of different people and ideas, arts, activities, food-along with clean air, water, and a place nearby where I can hike around in peace and quiet, away from people when I need it.
4. Heat and sun. My body does not like rough winters nor can it deal with a lack of light. I need a place with decent weather.
5. Sense of community. People who trust in and use government and charitable organizations as a means of benefiting the greater good. People who treat each other well. People who actually look at each other, acknowledge each other, and care and feel a sense of responsibility for their neighbors.
I'm not so sure this Top 5 list is in order of importance to me. The top spot and order probably depend more on the day of week and time of day you ask me. In any case, at least at the moment, these 5 things are the most important to me.
As an exercise, I'm going to test Buenos Aires against these standards.
1. In my experience, Buenos Aires has it. More than any other city I've lived in, folks here know how to have a good conversations. They tend to be bright, opinionated, civil, interested in chatting, they take time for it, they value it, they're good at it, and they listen well.
2. I really have no idea what kind of spiritual community Buenos Aires has. I've met a number of atheists, one hardcore Catholic, and a number of superstitious Catholics (people with crosses hanging from their rearview mirrors who make the sign of the cross when they pass a church but who probably know little to nothing about the religion.) And finally I met someone who is part of a group that uses a more philosophical text as a means of self and spiritual exploration, the type of spirituality I think I'm more suited for.
3. Buenos Aires has city. But no nature. Tigre just doesn't cut it for me. The fact that you have to take an overnight bus to more or less get into some serious nature is hard for me. Buenos Aires is tall apartment buildings for as far as the eye can see. I feel trapped by the city-smog and hordes of stressed people who flow through it like bad blood through the veins and arteries of the city's streets. And as far as clean air and water. Fogetaboutit. The deisel buses and smokers make it so that everyone living in the city, whether he smokes or not, takes in the equivalent of a pack of cigarettes per day. I expect to go through withdrawal when I move back to the States. And the water, if it is from the Rio De La Plata, as I've been told, cannot be clean. I don't care what type of purification process it goes through. That muddy sludge-shake of a river es un asco.
4. Heat and Sun. Yep, Buenos Aires has it. The climate here is great, compared to what I'm accustomed to in Ohio. The winters can be grim and chilly but nooooothing like winters in Ohio. My main complaint here is that the buildings turn into giant ice blocks in the winter. That is, they collect and give off cold throughout the winter so even though it's 60 degrees and sunny, it feels much colder because the buildings are blocking the sun and giving off cold at the same time.
5. I don't need to harp on this one. Buenos Aires ain't got it. Not even close. Casi nada.
But all in all, I have to give it to the city, it's much more suited to me than I've been claiming. It meets almost 3 of the categories, about half of what I'm looking for. For a marriage, however, I'm looking for at least 4 out of 5. Perfection obviously I'm not going to find. But something with the majority of what I'm looking for surely is out there.
In fact, Denver I think is going to be at least a 3 out of 5.
1. I don't know how bright and interested in conversation the folks in Denver are. Can't give them this one, although I've heard positive reports.
2. I know Denver and the surrounding area has a diverse spiritual community, maybe not as diverse as California, but a quick study has revealed a number of substantial alternatives to the common US religion menu. I will note, in any case, that Colorado has an intense mega church going Christian population. Which I find unsettling.
3. City and nature. Check and check. Big city, arts, diversity, culture, food. Rocky mountain national park. Rated best big city water in the country by Men's Health Magazine. Clean air as a result of natural gas and hybrid buses as well as bike commuters and a large green community and concern for the environment.
4. Heat and sun. It's sunny, and mild in the winter. But not as warm in general as I would like and too much snow. I'll give it a .5 as being better than Ohio but not perfect for me.
5. And yes, it seems to have a strong sense of community. The people are super friendly, the city is clean, there are bike paths everywhere, parks, and a strong and intelligent progressive government.
So according to what I know about Denver, it is at least a 3.5 and maybe more, depending on what I find out about the people.
So I feel bad for knocking Buenos Aires the way I have. It does have a number of characteristics important to me. And when I was walking the streets today paying bills and dodging traffic, I knew I would miss it. I could see myself in the future, bored in the States, yearning to have my adventure back. Desiring again the instability, the movement, the energy, the entropy of this crazy place. I can't say that I'm ever bored here. Even commonplace days are an adventure, sometimes just from the perspective of seeing so many different people. My relationship with this place is surely love/hate. The most intense and passionate relationships are. I expect to be pulled back to this place some day...
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