This will be a little obscure to someone who hasn’t actually suffered through daily life in Acodike’s Uruguay. Gas for cooking (“Supergas”) comes in metal gas bottles sold by many vendors. All have phone numbers, and will bring gas on demand for a slight charge. And of course everyone has a cell phone, so anyone can phone anytime, anywhere, and have replacement gas within a few minutes. However, one company thinks we still live in the 1990s, and has its drivers – apparently on commission,…Continue Reading “100 reasons not to live in Uruguay”

One of those old emails that was just too good to get rid of. (So, yes: out of the trash and onto the blog 😉   On Mar 18, 2018, at 12:03 PM, Notification <> wrote: ATTN: It is about your inheritance payment here in our Credit Agricole Bank of Egypt, somebody call Mr. Allen Roland Jr came to claim your inheritance fund this morning and said that you authorized him to claim the fund and that he is your new Next of Kin. He…Continue Reading “The inheritance confirmation”

First, this incredibly pompous and self-righteous hilarity: We tell you what to think. You can pretend it’s your own idea. And why trust us? Because no one tells us what to write. Because they don’t have to. Because we already know what they want us to say. Meanwhile, shopping for a travel accessory on Mercado Libre: Needless to say, I ordered it immediately.  

A little over a month ago, I began drinking sparkling water (agua con gas) instead of wine. I love the vastly reduced clink-clank of bottle recycling, and the cash savings will certainly buy a little sushi, but I didn’t feel good about the single-use plastic water bottles from the supermarket. Given tightening purity standards in China for recyclables, many municipalities up north have gone from making a little selling recyclables, to paying much more to send them to a landfill. I don’t know the status…Continue Reading “Reduce, re-use: yes; recycle: no”

We haven’t gone out for ice cream this summer, and Syd mentioned vanilla with walnuts and maple syrup, and seeing as we had the latter two ingredients – and the weather being insufferably hot – I procured the former. I think it’s been eight years since I used the ice cream scoop we purchased here. It was a piece of crap then, and now, even on ice cream fresh from the store, it was even more a piece of crap: Yes, digging into relatively soft…Continue Reading “The scoop”