I have eaten the plums

I breaking with my Neruda format today, since this is two blogs in two days.

a poem by William Carlos Williams (for SS)

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold


All I have to say is: I broke a chair this weekend. seriously--just by sitting in it.

We went to a Vendimia festival this weekend in Curico-Which is a harvest celebration-harvesting of the grapes--which really means--

a wine festival.

Characteristics that make an amazing festival:

*Cheap fried food [check]
*Dancing traditional dances in large lacy costumes [check]
*chocolate covered desserts on sticks [check]
*hunks of cheese for sale [check]
*Cotton Candy for 20 cents [check]

*lots of cheap, great wine (1$ a glass) [check]
*six tall, awkward Americans singing Tom Honays [check]

By the way, if you are like some people (heh-hum: MOM) who aren't really computer savvy and were thinking: Man I don't like this knew thing with the links to the picture albums because the pictures are just so darn small! For you: Click on the little tab in the photo site that says slideshow, and it will be like a Whole New World.
some pictures of the festival(click on this picture to go to the album):

Vindimia/San Pedro

It seems like it's a requirement for Chileans to answer your questions. I don't think I've heard a Chilean say "I don't know" yet. They always have an answer even if it's a bold-faced lie.

For example,

I took an overnight bus to meet up with my friends at the Vendimia on Friday night. Of course I somehow won the seat next to a BBW (big beautiful woman) who was angled and sleeping in a rear-end out arc position with her rear-end almost completely half-way onto my seat. Always a great sign for a great bus ride. and the bus was PITCH dark with all the curtains pulled in and everyone was sleeping-so I had no idea where we were, and the little assistant man was sleeping too. When I finally asked him how far it was. . .he said soon and gave me a thumbs up.

thirty minutes later, he said,

"it's only ten minutes--and kinda winked at me"

forty-five minutes later he said, "ten minutes, I promise"

an hour later we were there. and my poor friends (and amazing friends) had been waiting like two hours for me in the cold--outside--at the bus stop. Rebecca and I shared a bed in the hotel and right when we had settled in we heard a large animal scratching in our room--but as loud as we yelled--Tim wouldn't move--so we just tried to pretend we never heard the sound and went to sleep. [Don't worry-that makes it sound like the hotel was cruddy, but it was actually very nice] I think the large animal might have just been Tim making a weird noise.

The next day was beautiful and sunny, and after breakfast I walked over to the table with Akshai and Tod and sat down in a lovely wicker chair which promptly imploded. I destroyed the chair-not to mention hit the ground pretty hard.

I was like,

"ALRIGHT that's enough, no more white bread!" ha-just kidding. Even before my you know what hit the ground Akshai was whipping out his camera to document the broken chair.

But I got up too quickly-Akshai was like wait--we have to have a picture of this--so:


I broke a chair. and no I don't want to talk about it. and yes. . .

I have a bruise.

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OK, these pictures may seem random, but there was this guy carving wood at the festival and it made me think of Dad--so these pics are for dad--

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I think I've told you already what crazy songs they play on the radio here in Chile, but I have started keeping a list. And i just wanted to share a few special selections with you-So, if you've happened to forgotten these songs ever happened-it's time to relive them. I want you to imagine hearing the songs in a number of random places in Chile: the taxi car, walking on campus, the bus, the grocery store, etc.--I don't really do well with song names and/or artists, especially from some of these eras-so this may just be a line or two from these songs. Let's play-guess this song:

--"Whatever I did, whatever I said-I didn't mean it. . .I just want you back for good. . . " Lyrics

Classic.

--"I'm your private dancer. . . dancer for money. . .do what you want me to do. . ." (Tina)

--"Cuz nothing compares--No(high note--)Thing compares. . .to you. .. "

--"What if God was one of us-Just a bum like one of us-Just a stranger on the bus--trying to make his way home. . . " Lyrics

--"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog-cryin' all the time. . ."

--"She's a Lady-Whoa-whoa whoa-She's a Lady" (Got to get our Tom Honays every day baby)

--"All I need is a Miracle--all I need is you"

--"Baby---nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nunuhhh-You gotta faith-faith-faith" Click here


I think that's enough for now. Don't worry. There will be more songs to come--brought to you straight from Chilean radio.
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Alright. I hope you enjoyed my crazy color pictures. We had such a wonderful time. . .
Oh and did I tell you that I gave my Derrida presentation. It went really well-everyone understood me and even asked questions and stuff.

Hope you and your are happy and safe--

una aurora,
Mere

This is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

(sidebar) William Carlos Williams' main profession was a doctor. He only wrote in his spare time. One night he came home late and ate the plums in the fridge and left this note/poem for his wife. Good stuff--I love plums.