take me out tonight...anywhere i don't care i don't care i don't care

As luck would have it, here I am at the EAP office on a Friday night trying to think of things to tell you about my life these days. I suppose luck has nothing to do with why I'm here, but since I'm thinking of things in terms of luck, I guess I could start with that...

Mostly, the bad luck is about bicycles. The other day, coming down Pedro de Valdivia, a nasty brick-paved, micro-over-run street, my hand was intercepted by a delivery driver shutting the door of his truck, and I almost lost my balance and got run over by a big yellow bus, but I maintained by composure (composure...my middle name) and lived...until later, when I was almost home, I was skirting around a cab stopped a little close to my curb (and in *my* bike lane, at that), my left shoe (one half of my *favorite* pair of shoes) got caught on a pole and broke, and I lost my composure and fell on the ground. I wasn't very happy.

That night, while brooding over the election results and zoning out over eight million episodes of Law and Order, my housemate came and told me that he needed to lend his bike to a cash-strapped friend, and that as of the next day (yesterday), I couldn't use it. Pucha...

So now I'm back to feeling really fat.

Wow, I'm just full of stuff to make you happy, huh?

Here's the good stuff though: I got to see The Mars Volta, PJ Harvey, and Morrissey last night. Since it was practically in the cordillera, way way way in the posh suburbs (at a stadium for the U Católica, built out there so that the families of the players wouldn't have to go into the city and mingle with the rabble to see the games), I went with my housemate Rafa on his motorcycle. Damn, I'm loving haning out with that guy.

It was a funny show--the set-up was a lot like any other huge concert you would go to in the state, but a'la chilena means that it was way less corporate (brought to you by Rock & Pop radio--yes it's in English--and MTV, but not all about selling you crap once you get in--except you have to pay 100 pesos (6cents) to use the port-a-potty), and they don't sell alcohol at the stadium! PJ didn't play nearly long enough, and they started the show an hour early, which is a big shift from how things usually go in this country, starting an hour or two late, usually. And Morrissey...never thought I'd get to see him. It's weird seeing someone who can only make you think of heartbreak and loneliness, and being surrounded by thousands of people for whom that's also true. Singing along (this is how the kids learn English) happily and miserably, but together...

Wow, so I only have FOUR weeks left in the semester! That's not much time to write my big lit paper, do all my psycholinguistics research and report on it, and see more of Chile. And find someone to travel with for after exams...or give up and go back to the States. Argh. The more important count-down, however, is the visit from the fam, in two weeks. Life-saving, I'm sure.