One of the best things about living in Chile this side of 2007 is that the yellow buses are gone. When I first lived in Santiago in 2005 I avoided this mode of transport: not only were there no formal bus stops, but the buses rarely stopped. Also, people called them micros. Not autobús as I had obediently learned sometime in high school; you could fill tomes with Spanish I thought people spoke. But I digress. This is an important anecdote because in Chile a city bus is called a microbús, abbreviated simply to micro in commuter-speak. Somewhere in this abbreviation this critical terms jumps gender and becomes “la micro,” which to my institutional Spanish sounds like cats screeching every time I hear it. All of this is mingled into my loathing of the yellow micros and all the commuters with nostalgia for the old system are sentimental loons. Continue reading
Though I am a Monocle loyalist I am often stung by their snubbing of Latin America. A courtesy article on Brazil every now and then doesn’t quite make up for leaving the rest of us out. But it seems like the tides are turning with their recent podcast, “Best Bike Shops.” Sandwiched between Zürich and Toronto is Buenos Aires, home of Monochrome Bike Shop. True, hipsters are pretty much the same everywhere but it’s nice to imagine them speaking Spanish (or Portuguese) once in a while.
It’s also refreshing to see Toronto featured, another part of the world that is surprisingly off of Monocle’s radar. Though I get my fill with Property Virgins, it’s also nice to see Toronto’s cycling culture.
…but someone at HGTV should’ve known better: flamenco music is not Argentine. Continue reading
As a graduate student of art history, my natural curiosity regarding images has been transformed over time into an obsession. All images mean something. At least among my cohort. Continue reading