I think I'm in the midst of my first approaching-30 mini-crisis: I'm feeling pushed to solidify my San Francisco roots even further and continue doing all that grown-up stuff I've been slowly doing the past few years (buying fancier, investment furniture, building community, etc.). For lack of a better word, I have an urge to settle. Yet, at the same time, I'm feeling just as strongly as ever a need to keep my life as location-independent as possible. There's a real urgency and desire to push off and see more more more. And this increasingly intense division comes just six weeks before I take an extended trip to Argentina. You'd think that would even me out a bit...

From the website's a la carta offerings to the iPhone app w/ live streaming video, I have been incredibly impressed by the online footprint created by Spain's RTVE (Radio y Televisión Española). But I'm trying to step away from the peninsular Spanish accent to which I've become (in J's eyes) bizarrely accustomed and move toward the (to me) exceedingly unclear Argentine/rioplatense accent in advance of my 5-week stay in Buenos Aires.

I haven't found an Argentine equivalent to the super convenient RTVE site, but this government-affiliated channel, Canal Encuentro, offers pretty interesting series focused on history, science and culture. Right now I'm digging the Geografías and Historias de un país programs. Also worth checking out is Buenos Entonces, a language-learning series of apps that mixes the usual grammar with the slang specific to Bs As and also throws in a fun and saucy narrative. I've only paid for a few of the "classes" but even the free stuff on the blog is interesting. Add the country's major newspaper, El Clarin, to the mix and you have a decent online immersion experience.

While not as long as last year's nine-week stay in Mexico City, I'm off to Buenos Aires for five weeks beginning just before my birthday. I'm thinking if I head to the southern hemisphere before the big day, time will go backwards and I can ward off 30 for a little longer. Yes?

If not, I can enjoy finally being able to check Argentina off the list. No plans to explore much of the interior (it's way too far to Patagonia) but I am going to take the high-speed ferry across the ocean-like Río de la Plata to Montevideo when J comes to visit. Who knew Uruguay had so much going on?

I'll be working remotely for most of my stay, from a studio apartment in Recoleta/Barrio Norte. It's walking distance to Subte, the famous cemetery, Parque Las Heras and, of course, the kinds of empanada, pizza and gelato places I'll be dreaming about from now until April. Anda anda anda.

As San Francisco transitions from its strangely cold summer to its much hotter fall, I'm bracing myself for the mini-heat waves that strike. My evil Yahoo weather widget predicted temperatures in the low 90s for both yesterday and today in the city. I planned to stay home all day yesterday with the wooden slat blinds closed to ward off sunlight and heat. I felt like a real tool when I checked the temperature around lunchtime and saw that it was in the mid-60s. Weatherman fail. Today was still meant to be a hot one, however, so I planned to work a bit from a cafe across the street from the beach. I left my place by the bay and it was barely warm in direct sunlight. Needless to say, at the beach it's foggy and freezing.

In an area of the country where the weather (what weather?) is so predictable (from rain patterns to average temperatures), it's nice that weather forecasters can still get it so terribly wrong. And by nice I mean annoying.

For most of this year I've been working four days a week. Sounds like heaven, but the work is mostly on weekends and weeknights. I try to squeeze in fun stuff during the few off-work weekend hours. I also try to stay connected during my actual days off, on weekdays. Then there are the non-Digg projects I've been focusing on during free time (Spanish, writing, etc.). The result: I feel like I'm always working and never working. It's ... interesting.

I've been thinking about Mexico City a lot while working on a related writing project and I just remembered my final moments in the city. They speak volumes about el D.F.

I had a pleasant conversation with the taxi driver as he sped through the city center toward the airport. He repeatedly complimented me on my speaking skills and my neutral accent as I described the purpose of my nine-week trip and expressed slight worry over the work it would take to maintain what I'd gained once back in San Francisco. He was a nice guy who inflated my ego a bit.

Then we arrived at the airport and, despite someone at the guesthouse telling me how much the ride would cost, I asked him how much I owed him, you know, because that's what people do. Sure enough, he gave me an inflated figure. It turned out to be exactly what I had left in pesos. I wasn't too bothered. It was what I had planned to give him, only now he wouldn't be receiving a tip.

I was the one who got the tip: never trust cab drivers, especially the friendly ones (and especially the defeños). Cabrón.

Sometimes ...

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Coming into work on a day off can be a good thing. Yesterday we hosted a wicked trashy version of Wine Wednesday at the office, complete with 40s, wine in a box, Cheetos, KFC -- and randomly placed tires to add to the ambience on the top of the roof. Good times.