Submitted by AnneDalke on Mon, 2006-08-14 15:00
Submitted by AnneDalke on Mon, 2007-01-15 14:44
"Rhetoric is the attempt of the will to do the work of the imagination."
(W.B. Yeats, via James Tiptree....)
We have been spending the past few days in "Hotel Paris," in a barrio in
Santiago known as "Paris Londres." It is a lovely area, filled with
winding cobble-stoned streets and cafes. After our jaunt into rural areas
far to the south, it is wonderful to start each morning with fresh
squeezed raspberry juice, real coffee, and a newspaper.
Submitted by AnneDalke on Mon, 2007-01-15 14:43
"You can understand why a system would seek information -- but why in
hell does it offer information? Why do we strive to be understood?
Why is a refusal to accept communication so painful?" (James Tiptree,
Submitted by AnneDalke on Sun, 2007-01-07 18:13
"Cien veces la miraste, ninguna vez la viste."
Submitted by AnneDalke on Sun, 2006-12-31 13:05
I´ve always had ambivalent feelings about holidays: on the one hand, I
love nothing more than a houseful of the people I care for most, eating food I´ve
made, and singing together the songs we all know ... on the other, decades of being the
goose who lays the golden egg (that is, the mother who prepares the feast
and tries to make sure everyone is happy) have taken their toll.
Submitted by AnneDalke on Tue, 2006-12-19 07:34
According to a 19th century Argentine visitor, Valparaíso was “the Europe that had just landed and thrown herself disheveled onto the beach.” According to a contemporary writer, Valparaíso will always border on “magic realism.” You only get there “with dream logic.”
My dreams on this trip have been intense and very very wild, a mixture of our explorations and my fears, our experiences in real life and in the movies, the conversations I´m having an
Submitted by AnneDalke on Thu, 2006-12-14 07:03
Last Friday was La Festividad de la Inmaculada Concepción
. It was a national holiday. The road to Santiago (the capital city), from Valparaiso (where we are staying) was closed for the day, because Lo Vásquez, which is dedicated to the Virgin, and is one of the major pilgrimage sites in this area, was on that highway. Jeff and I joined some 600,000 faithful in a pilgrimage to Lo Vásquez.
Submitted by AnneDalke on Thu, 2006-12-14 06:46
The hill where we´re living in Valparaiso was in a black out (for much-needed electrical repairs) from noon til 6 p.m. on Sunday afternoon, so we didn´t actually hear about Pinochet´s death (or all the celebrations going on in the plain below) til the following morning — but we sure heard about it then. The newspaper had a good 40pp. of coverage, two days running (down to 8 pp/day now).
Submitted by AnneDalke on Sun, 2006-12-10 07:49
We´ve arrived at another new school, Español Interactivo
, which has a carefully elaborated theory of conversational language pedagogy, one which suits me quite well both theoretically and practically.
Submitted by AnneDalke on Fri, 2006-12-08 16:12
When we flew into Chile, over those Andes, I felt as though I had finally arrived SOMEwhere. The trip out of the Santiago airport was like nothing I´ve ever experienced before: the snow-capped mountains appeared above the clouds in such a way that we couldn´t tell what was cloud, what was snow, what was mountain, what was sky. Even more incredible was the appearance, halfway into the drive, of another very dark bank—of mountains?