dear apple macintosh computers and my ibook G4 in particular,
guess what? you have made my life a living hell. as much as i think your laptops are pretty and innovative, they keep breaking down on me and i don't think i can take much more of it. at this particular moment in time, i cannot even turn you on. i've invested a lot of time, effort and $$$ into you (and so have my friends), and now you've got all 80 gigs of my shit locked up inside and i've resorted to using my housemate's equally crappy dell to write this to you.
in short, i totally hate you.
you suck,
christina
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long weekend #1:
lisa and i stay overnight in sayulita for two nights. we have great meals, meet some interesting characters and even manage some dancing on the beach. i buy two new bikinis that i can't imagine myself wearing anytime in the near future (which is a problem, since it is definitely time to retire my mom's suit from the '60s). overall, we get to see a different side of the town that we usually don't see during daytrips there.
long weekend #2:
tj, lisa and i get a ride from dave to guadalajara (a four to five-hour drive, sans traffic), the capital of the state of jalisco, in his tie-mobile.
we head out directly after our half-day of school on thursday (it was a 2.5 day workweek), which featured a surprisingly impressive talent show that consisted of such quality acts as mariano (math), jeff (science), stephan (substitute) and antonio (principal) playing guitar while dave sang "stuck in the middle with you," that song from the reservoir dogs soundtrack. i was the token tambourine/triangle girl. according to some, i was an essential part of the act. i'd like to think so, considering i worked out my part about 10 minutes before the show began. i'm pretty sure i've attended enough indie rock shows to do a pretty decent rockstar imitation though.
the guad, or the gdl, as i like to refer to it, was a good getaway. i was last there for a school-related workshop, so i really didn't get to experience much that time, save the centro historico and a bullfighter-obsessed bar called la maestranza. this time around, we hit the hip spots based on recommendations from friends.
the meals were yummy and their atmospheres were of the trendy sort--we patroned a thai fusion spot called i latina in a warehouse, a quaint and budget-friendly french/european-inspired deli named boca 21, as well as la moresca, a swanky italian eatery/lounge where there were no actual windows on the lower level and everyone wore a coat while they ate (it was CHILLY in the city at night).
we also checked out a few nifty bars, namely a place called red pub that has a whole london, uk theme; from the outside, it looks like your average british-style pub (it could be any one of the firkins found in T.O.), but once you get inside, there's a little alleyway that leads out to an open-air back patio that looks like a movie studio lot set up to play london. there's a fake harrods storefront amongst others, streetlamps, and washrooms that look like red telephone booths. the beer offerings are german and belgian imports as well as stuff on tap from local independent microbreweries. the night we were there, the music was a mix of top-40 britpop and '90s alternative grunge, and maan, was it crowded!
before we left, i ran into some guys from sayulita who recognized me from the previous weekend, and i got to try/mooch some of the local beer, called minerva. it was good stuff! i walked out w/ a half-pint glass.
another bar we got to take a peek at was la santa, which was actually a converted house decked out in lights. unfortunately, by the time we got there they were closing, but the nice manager guy let us take a look around, and the place looked like a hipster's haven.
the weird thing we discovered about gdl nightlife though is that there really aren't very many great places to go dancing. and boy, did we try (ultimately unsuccessfully) to find a decent place! the dude at la santa told us that, basically, tapatÃos (gdl natives) like to sit and drink and talk. siigh. the ironic thing is that they all seem to have such great shoes! truly--i was staring at everyone's feet all weekend, and i loved everyone's shoes. i loved 'em so much that i went temporarily insane and completely blew my last paycheque on five pairs for myself. i've been living off about 150 pesos (approx. $15 US) for the past week (i'm now down to my last 25), but my feet sure do look cute.
well, i also spent a good chunk of dough on books from the feria internacional del libro de guadalajara (FIL). we honed in on the few english stalls there, and i bought:
truman capote's breakfast at tiffany's (loving it)
edwin abbott's flatland ("a romance of many dimensions"...gooo, geometry!)
james joyce's a portrait of the artist as a young man
and
vol. 2 of frank miller's sin city (a student lent me vol. 1 last year)
despite the cool places we saw, i still think mexico's 2nd largest city is more like a humongous suburb. it takes a great deal of effort to get anywhere since everything is so spread out, and therefore you really need to know where you want to go and be sure that you actually want to go there, since there is probably nothing else to do in the area if you change your mind. i really prefer just going to a neighborhood or certain section of a city and having a whole bunch of good hangout options nearby.
enough complaining. it was a good getaway. we have one last long weekend this friday before christmas break, and i think i'm gonna spend it in a dark theatre eating popcorn and nachos at the (kinda dismal) pv film fest.
guess what? you have made my life a living hell. as much as i think your laptops are pretty and innovative, they keep breaking down on me and i don't think i can take much more of it. at this particular moment in time, i cannot even turn you on. i've invested a lot of time, effort and $$$ into you (and so have my friends), and now you've got all 80 gigs of my shit locked up inside and i've resorted to using my housemate's equally crappy dell to write this to you.
in short, i totally hate you.
you suck,
christina
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
long weekend #1:
lisa and i stay overnight in sayulita for two nights. we have great meals, meet some interesting characters and even manage some dancing on the beach. i buy two new bikinis that i can't imagine myself wearing anytime in the near future (which is a problem, since it is definitely time to retire my mom's suit from the '60s). overall, we get to see a different side of the town that we usually don't see during daytrips there.
long weekend #2:
tj, lisa and i get a ride from dave to guadalajara (a four to five-hour drive, sans traffic), the capital of the state of jalisco, in his tie-mobile.
we head out directly after our half-day of school on thursday (it was a 2.5 day workweek), which featured a surprisingly impressive talent show that consisted of such quality acts as mariano (math), jeff (science), stephan (substitute) and antonio (principal) playing guitar while dave sang "stuck in the middle with you," that song from the reservoir dogs soundtrack. i was the token tambourine/triangle girl. according to some, i was an essential part of the act. i'd like to think so, considering i worked out my part about 10 minutes before the show began. i'm pretty sure i've attended enough indie rock shows to do a pretty decent rockstar imitation though.
the guad, or the gdl, as i like to refer to it, was a good getaway. i was last there for a school-related workshop, so i really didn't get to experience much that time, save the centro historico and a bullfighter-obsessed bar called la maestranza. this time around, we hit the hip spots based on recommendations from friends.
the meals were yummy and their atmospheres were of the trendy sort--we patroned a thai fusion spot called i latina in a warehouse, a quaint and budget-friendly french/european-inspired deli named boca 21, as well as la moresca, a swanky italian eatery/lounge where there were no actual windows on the lower level and everyone wore a coat while they ate (it was CHILLY in the city at night).
we also checked out a few nifty bars, namely a place called red pub that has a whole london, uk theme; from the outside, it looks like your average british-style pub (it could be any one of the firkins found in T.O.), but once you get inside, there's a little alleyway that leads out to an open-air back patio that looks like a movie studio lot set up to play london. there's a fake harrods storefront amongst others, streetlamps, and washrooms that look like red telephone booths. the beer offerings are german and belgian imports as well as stuff on tap from local independent microbreweries. the night we were there, the music was a mix of top-40 britpop and '90s alternative grunge, and maan, was it crowded!
before we left, i ran into some guys from sayulita who recognized me from the previous weekend, and i got to try/mooch some of the local beer, called minerva. it was good stuff! i walked out w/ a half-pint glass.
another bar we got to take a peek at was la santa, which was actually a converted house decked out in lights. unfortunately, by the time we got there they were closing, but the nice manager guy let us take a look around, and the place looked like a hipster's haven.
the weird thing we discovered about gdl nightlife though is that there really aren't very many great places to go dancing. and boy, did we try (ultimately unsuccessfully) to find a decent place! the dude at la santa told us that, basically, tapatÃos (gdl natives) like to sit and drink and talk. siigh. the ironic thing is that they all seem to have such great shoes! truly--i was staring at everyone's feet all weekend, and i loved everyone's shoes. i loved 'em so much that i went temporarily insane and completely blew my last paycheque on five pairs for myself. i've been living off about 150 pesos (approx. $15 US) for the past week (i'm now down to my last 25), but my feet sure do look cute.
well, i also spent a good chunk of dough on books from the feria internacional del libro de guadalajara (FIL). we honed in on the few english stalls there, and i bought:
truman capote's breakfast at tiffany's (loving it)
edwin abbott's flatland ("a romance of many dimensions"...gooo, geometry!)
james joyce's a portrait of the artist as a young man
and
vol. 2 of frank miller's sin city (a student lent me vol. 1 last year)
despite the cool places we saw, i still think mexico's 2nd largest city is more like a humongous suburb. it takes a great deal of effort to get anywhere since everything is so spread out, and therefore you really need to know where you want to go and be sure that you actually want to go there, since there is probably nothing else to do in the area if you change your mind. i really prefer just going to a neighborhood or certain section of a city and having a whole bunch of good hangout options nearby.
enough complaining. it was a good getaway. we have one last long weekend this friday before christmas break, and i think i'm gonna spend it in a dark theatre eating popcorn and nachos at the (kinda dismal) pv film fest.
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