Not a lot of places I hang out in here have air conditioning, though yeah I am sure there is plenty in the desert and beach resort areas. DF has a really really nice climate, though. Sometimes I think it’s too nice. And at any rate neither air conditioning nor central heating is necessary here. Most houses do not have it.
I didn’t wake up thinking about it because it was hot or anything. I woke up thinking about it because I’m going to Miami in a couple of weeks, and I was realizing there will be air conditioning in every building.
It was funny to me what a strong association air conditioning carries. The contrast with the outdoors, from what I know anyway– thin brittle sterile cool air indoors, moist robust warm air outdoors. How the house feels when you walk in from the heat. They say Atlanta would never have been what it is today without air conditioning.
It’s kinda weird that I haven’t really been in a/c in over a year. I was never really one to use it in Virginia– I didn’t even have a window unit in my apartment, preferring to point a fan at myself to evaporate the sweat– but still you’re always in it up there, at work, the grocery store, wherever.
Approximately 24 hours before I fell into the pool and got a concussion. Look at how happy I am!
Last night after a party in La Roma at this German chick’s house I was talking incessantly about tacos (como normal), so my friend René brought me to this place near his parents’ house in Tacubaya. It’s an institution in the City. El Borrego Viudo means the Widower Lamb! Though apparently Borrego is also the Señor dueño of the place, who himself is a widower.
That had this really good agua fresca flavored with piloncillo (a sugar-cane, honey, cinnamonish sabor, also used to flavor café de olla).
Here’s some video I found while googling around that was taken at El Borrego Viudo. What follows demonstrates one of the things amazing tacos can do to a person– I’ve probably watched it 20 times:
When we were done I insisted on walking home, from Viaducto and Revolución all the way to practically the Glorieta Insurgentes. According to Google maps, that’s like 3.5 km. Which means René walked 7, because he accompanied me there and back.
Women in men’s clothing dancing with little kids:
Took these pictures in Colonia Cuauhtémoc, a pretty well-off area. Ritzy, even. A lot of embassies and Argentinian and Japanese restaurants.
And dry-cleaners getting rid of abandoned clothing, apparently?
This accounts for the Inglish, I guess. Not sure what accounts for the sense of humor.
A couple of weeks ago in Guadalajara. Fixin to drive to La Piedad, Michoacán.
La Piedad, Michoacán:
We went there for a wedding. I didn’t take any more pictures because I was having too much fun. My dress looked great, though (Margarita Calderón made it) (she’s my roommate).
Google settled with a bunch of people who didn’t like that the company automatically published their frequent gmail contacts in the Google Buzz community.
For the record I think this lawsuit, along with most internet privacy concerns not related to personal finance, is a crock. If people don’t want these companies to have their information they shouldn’t fffing give it to them. Google is providing a free service, which people use voluntarily, and to which they knowingly upload reams and reams and reams of personal information.