Most of my family arrived in Argentina today. Trying to go back to normal sleeping hours while they´re here. So far I´ve failed misserably. I couldnt fall asleep so around 2am I went to this net cafe down the street. Its now 4am. Yes, I am an addict.
So I’ve been trying to put out a podcast using my iBook for a while now. I tried someone else ’s “recipe” a while back and it didnt work (I think it was the engadget guide). Today I noticed Dave Slusher put up a recipe of his own back in November. Anyways, I could be wrong but Audacity appears to be the problem. Audacity can hear all my applications and my mic (the internal one on my iBook), but I cannot hear anything through my headphones. In both setups if I pulled Audacity out of the mix I can hear myself through the headphones. However, once I start Audacity it all goes to shit and I have to reboot my iBook if I want to try it without Audacity again. I’ve rechecked the settings about a thousand times. I’m sure I’m just overlooking something dumb. Maybe theres another app I can try recording with. I’ll have to do some googling and see if any other open-source recording software works under OS X or maybe I’ll give it a shot under Linux.
Anyways, I’m going to reset everything back to the defaults on and give it another shot on Monday night after work. For now I’m heading off to meet some friends at Rumi.
So my phone number was finally transfered. Vonage, Focal and T-Mobile all continue to blame each other as to who was at fault. I point at Vonage because it only took me one phone call to Focal to get this taken care of. Anyways, my old cel number now rings here in Buenos Aires.
Saturday night we went out to a club called Follia here in Buenos Aires. I was walking to the end of the line to get in. All of a sudden this dog came out from the middle of the line and refused to let me pass. Growling and barking and jumping at me.
Not wanting to be bitten I went around a different way thinking “what the hell is a dog doing here?”. When I finally got to to the back of the line I was only allowed to stay in line for about 30 seconds because the dog had tracked me down. It seemed quite pissed that I had managed to get in line. Eventually it chased me out of the line.
For the next 15 - 20 minutes I played a game of cat and mouse with the dog. Someone would distract it and call it away and I would try to get back in line. Each time the dog would realize I was trying to get close to the club again and run back. It would not let me with in 10ft of the line. I had to wait in the middle of the street to keep him from growling at me.
The dog didnt seem to mind anyone else. There were over 50 people in line and many of them would pet the dog or play with him as they waited to get in. They would tell me “oh dont worry he is friendly,” but as soon as I got any closer he got vicious.
Finally someone managed to get the dog almost a block away and I thought “now is my chance.” I ran to the line and hid in between all the other people. I figured the dog would forget about me or a least I could stay hidden long enough to get inside. I was wrong. With in seconds the dog realized what was going on and ran back barking all the way. It tracked me down in the crowd of people and chased me out of the line and into a corner.
I found myself with my back to the corner of the metal gate surrounding the enterance to the club and the rest of the building. I waited there several minutes as the dog barked and growled and refused to leave. From the crow I could hear some people laughing. Others were saying “poor dog he is so scared!” One in a while I would catch someone looking at me. I would look back hoping they might have a suggestion for me. Most them just smiled and shrugged as if to say “good luck with that”.
Eventually some random old guy off the street convinced a bouncer to let me in through the gate I was up against. The bouncer let me in and was very cool about the whole situation. I was just happy to be away from that dog.
Apparently just minutes after I entered the club the dog just walked up by the bouncers and fell asleep on the patio that is the enterance to the club. He stayed there sleeping all night. I guess the whole ordeal tired him out. When I left the club hours later the dog was still there sleeping.
For some reason Oreo’s in Argentina are significanly smaller than those in the States.
They’re about 2/3 or less the size of their American counter parts.
