Garcia Marquez, Macondo and McOndo

The death of Gabriel Garcia Marquez prompted a euphoric celebration of the man who made magic realism a reality. His magnum opus 100 Years of Solitude shattered the decades-old tradition that kept Latin American novelists confined to hyper-local expressions of their country’s cultural identity written for the psyche of their own compatriots. The saga of the fictional town of Macondo used universal themes of love, isolation and despair to give the rest of the world a window into a region whose literature had until then been intensely navel-gazing.

Yes, that’s beer

It’s taken a lot to convince people that the contents of the container below does in fact contain beer. 

Folks are less tripped up by the appearance than the description. A Belgian saison spiked with 46 ounces of sauvignon blanc grape juice concentrate, yielding a beer-wine crossover known as Antithesis Saison du Vin. 

Hey Google: Quit stalking me

Google is stalking me. It’s pissing me off.

Of course I’ve only got myself to blame. Sick of Firefox crashing and for some reason unable to download a post-WWII version of Explorer, I’m now using Google Chrome both at home and at work. The world’s premier search engine is not only privy to my every search (it always ways), it can now serve me ads based on information collated from every click in my browser, my Gmail account and my Blogger account that hosts this blog.

As a result, I click through the Venezuelan newspapers online and I’m assaulted by ads for products that, for example, I recently looked at on Amazon. This strikes me as an odd way to seduce a person’s consumer loyalty, more akin to creepy stalking than the casual flirtation that might lead me toward new consumer habits.

Tomás Argüelles, a Dad for all time

“Papá Tomás is not my Dad,” Isa told me a few months after we started dating. Despite the obvious potential for confusion created by that moniker, Tomás, she explained, was in fact her uncle. It turned out he wasn’t really her uncle either, he was one of the many relatives that had over the years been brought into the fold of her family in a uniquely charming Venezuelan fashion.

My Trouble with the Curve

This is a place where I like to run my proverbial mouth about things I’m imminently unqualified to discuss. Today I’ve got idle commentary on not one but two such subjects – baseball and film.

Tell me about your trash, I’ll tell you about where you live

An archaeologist once told me that people generally thought of grand temples and castles holding the secrets of the past, but that the one could really learn the most from people’s trash. This is no less true for modern societies.

Borobudur

See Borobudur before you die.A 9^th century Buddhist temple in Central Java, outside the city of Yogyakarta (no, that’s not Jakarta misspelled), it’s one of the most amazing ancient sites I’ve visited.