Quick thought.

I feel like I might have turned into a bit of a yuppie because I really like taking cabs now. It cuts out the thinking process, trying to find a bus stop, waiting for the bus, having change for the bus, and the subway doesn't run after 1030 at night, but let's be honest: I take cabs during the day. I also do this because I have this deeply ingrained fear of being late, most likely with origins in middle school where it was sacrilege to step in the door after THE BELL rang. Middle school is pretty much the root of all my problems! haha but I don't like to be late.

soooo here's the thing about taking cabs: it's not that expensive here, and you ALWAYS meet someone interesting. okay, not like "meet" and exchange numbers (WEIRD) but talking to a person for 5, 10, 15 minutes and only that gives you a remarkably large perspective into their life. It's catching them at the most banal moments, during their job. So lots of them like to talk to you. One guy (on my way to see King Lear, which was amazing!) told me he had been married to a lady from the US, but she left and went back. His point was that he likes Americans. EXIT TAXI. I had a really great conversation with another guy (on my way to class... that's really lame, but I was late!) who told me about his son who was my age and going to the same university as me, etc. Stuff always comes up about how we like Buenos Aires, and sometimes they are enthusiastic and sometimes they think it's such a fast pace of life. (after I tell them I'm from the country haha) Which I can understand, because they are constantly encountered with people in a hurry, but really, they never are going anywhere! Just being dictated by other people.

But before I recount every taxi driver I've had (which would be embarrassing because it's a lot haha), I have to cronicle this man from today. I was on my way to get my visa (for being a temporary resident here instead of just a tourist=baller), and this man was just a kick. He asked me what I was studying, and I told him castellano (what they call spanish...) and history and his response was "mentiras." lies. and I was like, no, that is actually what I am studying... and he went on to say, no, history is nothing but lies. And I didn't really know what to say, because I am assuming he doesn't think WWII never happened... so in my horrible spanish I said something like, well, it's always a construction of the truth, but ultimately something did happen a certain way. And he went on to tell me that 80% of what children learn in school is lies. I'm assuming he meant concerning history, because otherwise we'd be really confused about our lives.

And I don't really have a conclusion here, but if "history is just one thing after another" (thank you history boys-movie) it's very difinitive in it's own right. We just mess it up.

Well. more on this later. Then cabby asked me about Obama. Oh gosh. I told him that I think he was the best candidate for the job and I don't support him blindly, but with everything there is to deal with at the moment I can't say he's doing a poor job. Cabby approved. Then he said something about Bush, and we arrived at destination.

So maybe taking cabs isn't such a bad thing. I might have to keep experimenting...