I wish blogging had a better name, but I'm doing it anyway

Ahhh. The first post on my first blog. Hopefully a return to the wonderful habit of writing on a daily basis. To friends and family who've commented on my writing via email, I thank you for the kind criticisms. Please continue with such as I make posts on this website. The focus of this page will be my time spent in Argentina and the stories, observations, etc. with which it is filled. Hopefully, the nuances contained in each posting will collectively convey a real sense of daily Argentine life. So to begin with, I got a haircut today. Now usually this is not a big deal (unless you're a woman, in which case I probably didn't notice anyway) but in BsAs it's a frightening experience. Why? Because they love mullets. I mean Love, with a capital L. Also, Mohawks. Therefore, no matter what you tell the barber, he's going to try to leave as much hair as he possibly can on the back of your head without you noticing. He will also cut the sides of your head short, probably with a trimmer, and inevitably take too much off the front. The final aesthetic? Male pattern baldness meets Joe Dirt. I know because I saw my family on Christmas morning (via webcam) and their first comments were in regards to having never noticed my receding hairline before. Thanks guys. But they Love it here. Mullets, Mohawks, Micheal Jackson, Madonna... for a modern city it's awfully eighties. If you enjoy dressing up as Pat Benatar for Halloween than you would enjoy Buenos Aires. Now I have to go to work, where we will be listening to plenty of AC/DC and Guns n Roses. And, even though it's 90 degrees outside, I'll probably wear a hat.