
~1958 Plymouth Savoy, still going strong after almost 60 years, in Estación Atlántida.
An inquisitive old fart with a camera

~1958 Plymouth Savoy, still going strong after almost 60 years, in Estación Atlántida.

We walk by this house every day. Now at just the right time, and right time of year, for this bit of weirdness.
I have often commented on how long construction takes in Uruguay. Simple houses can take the better part of a year.
By contrast, using new technology, here’s the house Syd and Gundy are building as a rental.

This is in fact a bit misleading because, being Easter week, the workers have only put in a few hours of work the last three days.
Isopanel – interesting stuff.

I guess there’s nothing technically wrong with this parking, it bothers me viscerally.


And I can appreciate that ambulances and fire trucks sometimes put reverse lettering on the front of the vehicle, so you can read it in your rear-view mirror. But something about this application of reverse letters escapes me.
(Flete: transport)


When we go to the beach, this is what we do, over and over and over and —
Photos: Mihai Vasiliu

No, I still don’t have my Goldmoney debit card. From Toronto, it went to London, Then Dubai.Then — drum roll, please — Miami. Now apparently in Buenos Aires.
Doesn’t exactly inspire confidence. If it’s ever actually delivered, let’s hope it works. Goldmoney, if you’re listening — this is pathetic.
I recently ordered a gold debit card from Goldmoney. The idea is that you own gold, but can sell gold grams to fund a fiat currency card (USD, EUR, GBP, etc). I imagined a scenario such as standing in line at Tienda Inglesa when the price of gold is $4,000/ounce and going up $10 every half hour, tapping instructions into my cell phone to fund the card, then spending the fiat moments later.
Alas, it’s not that fast. Currently takes about a day to transfer the funds (why?).
Why? Well, also why should a card from Canada be en route to Uruguay through Dubai?

I looked at our front door the other day.
It looks quite horrible. Thought I should:

But then I thought, ya know, burglars are pretty good at scoping out houses. Even for a deaf potential burglar, this gives a good clue about what to expect inside. Not favorable for his undertaking.
Problem solved: do nothing. Hella less work for me, and that warm fuzzy feeling of having done an unsolicited act of kindness for a stranger I’ll never meet.

Though the 200-hectare area where I walk Benji with Syd and (he and Gundy’s) five dogs features trashed campsites, crude shelters, and random and totally gratuitous trash dumps, and is no doubt much less appealing than when it was forest, mostly burned in 2009,

it can still be rather stunning.