Friday, November 21, 2003
Lest you have forgotten:
La Teleton es tuya, 21-22 nov
The Teleton is a big deal.The above is scrawled on micros everywhere, and when I was on Paseo Ahumada today, someone microphoned kept on announcing same. When I suggested to Anibal we have a gathering for the harvard-yale game, he looked at me in disbelief "but Saturday is the Teleton!"
its a big deal.
I played hooky from the microfilm reading room (and felt vindicated when I learned it had been closed anyway, for their anniversary. the difference between here and the Library of Congress- I didn`t see notice anywhere in advance) and went to the Museo de Arte Precolumbino. It was really supersuper nice (and free, for ISIC). And then got a jugo de frutilla at 100% Natural on Valetin Letelier, to celebrate exemption from the psych final (at least something paid off. and I get a snippet of the double A exemption rule so cruely denied us at Whitman). I still get a kick out of the fact that I can mosey along, fruit juice in hand, inches from the side walls of La Moneda. and peek past the guard through the open side door, which revealed, surprisingly enough, a huge underground lot a floor or two below.
La Teleton es tuya, 21-22 nov
The Teleton is a big deal.The above is scrawled on micros everywhere, and when I was on Paseo Ahumada today, someone microphoned kept on announcing same. When I suggested to Anibal we have a gathering for the harvard-yale game, he looked at me in disbelief "but Saturday is the Teleton!"
its a big deal.
I played hooky from the microfilm reading room (and felt vindicated when I learned it had been closed anyway, for their anniversary. the difference between here and the Library of Congress- I didn`t see notice anywhere in advance) and went to the Museo de Arte Precolumbino. It was really supersuper nice (and free, for ISIC). And then got a jugo de frutilla at 100% Natural on Valetin Letelier, to celebrate exemption from the psych final (at least something paid off. and I get a snippet of the double A exemption rule so cruely denied us at Whitman). I still get a kick out of the fact that I can mosey along, fruit juice in hand, inches from the side walls of La Moneda. and peek past the guard through the open side door, which revealed, surprisingly enough, a huge underground lot a floor or two below.
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