cat photos posted by genvieve

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okay, i know it says emerson posted these photos, but i posted all of the cat ons. this was from our last day in buenos aires when we went to my favorite place in the whole city... the botanical garden/CAT PARK. you don�t even know how amped up i get when i am there.

there are cats everywhere...

they are like furry easter eggs

georgia and kitty

this grey cat loved emerson. he walked up and plopped down in his lap and stayed there til emerson finally had to remove him.

me and georgia hanging out with some "cool buds"

and then we were like, "peace bro, gotta go"

this cat was very skinny with huge ears

this cat was white and dirty

this cat was so good looking. look at all the colors--it was like he couldn�t decide what color he wanted to be so he just decided to be all colors

my hands were so cat-dirty my the time we left the park. cat-dirty is one of the bst kinds of dirty.

meow

This is the view from our front porch.

Two things i picked up in Punta Del Diablo, Urugauy- giant sunglasses that make me look blind or like that dude from the X Men who has lazer eyes and has to keep them under wraps, and a hot pink boogie board that these German guys gave me. I figured out that I was light enough to skimboard with it, so thats what I did for the next days straight.

skimming

P.D.D.

P.D.D.

skimboarding Punto del Diablo

Punto del Diablo

G stayed close to shore after our near-drowning incident.

Sleaze on da beach. This is what that one Dee Dee king song is about. (Ill give a hundred dollars if you get that reference)

We stepped outside one afternoon and it looked like this.

We thought ther was going to b a "tormenta"- a tornado

or the end of the world

Antiquity, san telmo

San telmo market

San Telmo is kind of like N'orleans.

Calle Alsina. Could be dawn or dusk...I�ve sen em both walking home on this street.

Buenos Aires. R to L- Nella, Yoke, Janneke, G, Yo, y Georgia

G and I got haircuts from Yoke and Janneke. Here is Janneke doing her thing and my before picture.

Despues. A haircut+a new homemade Iron Maiden t-shirt=a new man.

G antes. Yoke at work.

G despues. Que guapa.

Bro Hugs, Plaza Serrano, featuring Bonnie and Georgia.

The recoleta cemetary is so effing METAL!

This is where all the richest and most famous people from Buenos Aires' history rotted.

G finds friends everywhere, even the boneyard

some elaborate shit.. recoleta cemetary.

This eccentric character chose to immortalized how he lived- naked save for a loose bathrobe and wrestling boots. And 9 feet tall.

Just a place to put a dead guy.

Inside a Mausoleum

Inside a crypt.

Wait, no, this is acctually the cover of an Opeth album. How did this get in here?

We thought this one was very Edward Gorey. Or at least very "Corspe Bride".

White people, Recoleta.

What is he trying to say?

This is what I see when I listen to eyehategod after taking Nyquil.

Shhhhh. Tell no one what you saw here.

We've spent the last week trying to exhaust ourselves of all that is Buenos Aires, but it' s not quite working. The city just keeps throwing more at you- more people (just back from the beach, from the mountains, from holidays in Mexico), more things to see, places to visit, things to eat.
The people are getting better dressed and more attractive by the day, yet the rudeness and pretension level stays consistently high. The kids are back in school, making out flagrantly every afternoon under every tree in every park, and there is a park on every block. The grown ups are making out everywhere, too, loudly. It's 85 degrees every day but the municipal pool is closed for the season because now it's fall.
There are more cars, more smog, more mulletheads, punks, transvestites, yuppies, fancy dogs, homeless dogs, teenage girls, artists, more rich euro wannabes and their well-heeled (and surgically enhanced) mistresses, hippies, jugglers, beggars, flower sellers, taxis, and tourists tourists tourists . Americans seem particularly rampant. You can't walk down the street without hearing a broad southern accent absolutely slaughter the words "Buenos Aires".
I rented a big cruiser bike for a week and took it all over the place. Biking in this city is great except for the cars, busses, motorcycles, pedestrians, and other cyclists. Everyone makes it difficult for everyone else to get where they are going, just out of principle. If you´re on a crosswalk in a green light, cars will speed up just to come closer to hitting you. Pedestrians will stand on the shoulder of the street and refuse to give way even though this is the only path for bikes. Other bikes will come the wrong way down this path and not give you the right of way unless you force the point.
Otherwise, the city is beautiful from a bike, and pretty accessible. You can peddle between the street markets, the protests, the gatherings in the parks, the swarming gallerias and pedestrian malls and start to get a complete picture of all the vitality and excitement that is churning all over the streets.
The nights are just as lively, but our quest for a great night on the town has met with limited success. Theres always something at the bars, restos and clubs- either the music sucks, or the musics great but it's too crowded, or the crowd is obnoxious, or the people are cool but the drinks are way overpriced. It's an equation we haven't mastered yet.
In the past week I've found the two D.I.Y. punk record stores in the city (thanks Eric!), narrowly missed a straight edge hardcore show, spent a night hanging out with ex-skinhead rudeboy reggae DJs in some hole in the wall bar well North of Palermo, and another night at a private party of someone we didn't know being thrown in some awful "ambient house" club, doing the worm and making large scale drinking straw sculptures with Genevieve, Georgia, Joka and Janneka, the tatooed Dutch twins that live at our hostal.
We've eaten Thai, Korean, Chinese, and Sushi twice. We visited the MALBA latin modern art museum, the stately Recoleta cemetery, the nature preserve south of the fancy seaport Puerto Madero, and ended up somehow at all three of Buenos Aires booshiest Gallerias. We found ourselves drinking in Plaza Serrano in Palermo at the wee hours of the morning twice without trying to go there once.
In kitchy San Telmo I bought an Argentine pressing of an LP called LETS ROLLER!, which has a rollerdisco cover of the disco rap classic 'Rap O Clap O'. At one of the trashy malls on Corrientes I found a pink tie/dyed tee shirt with a grainy picture of Joey Ramone on a drawn/in skateboard. Next to this is scrawled "Skateboard no es illegal", which is crossed out and replaced with "Skateboard no es punk", which is crossed out and replaced with "Skatebaord is Gabba Gabba Hey!"
At this point, now that we've crossed all the tourist attractions and must sees off the list, we could either begin the process of getting sucked into it all and becoming just as over-it as the portenos are, or moving on. We chose the latter and are now in Montevideo on our way to the beach for a week. "Punto Del Diablo" might sound like an inauspicious destination to some, but I'm all for it.

This is a new style for the Exceelent Adventure.. the sunbleached postcard look. Bad photo processing, Puerto Pyramides, Patagonia.

Were we trying to reenact "Paris, Texas" I was Harry Dean Stanton and G was Wim Wenders.