la porteñidad

Como todo buen argentino (mis amigos rosarinos o cordobeses dirían que más por porteño que otroa cosa), me encanta que me chupen el culo.

Esta nota del NY Times que hizo notar TFU me pareció super halagadora, especialmente este extracto:

YOUR FIRST TIME OR THE 10TH See a soccer game. Argentina's soul bleeds for the sport, and the most fearsome rivalry is that between Boca Juniors and River Plate. If you can, go to one of the biannual Superclásicos between the two teams. The near-riot experience is really about watching passionate fandom, learning the songs and taunts, and discovering why visiting-team fans get a 30-minute head start after a game (their safety). Tickets to a Superclásico, usually scalped via a hotel concierge or ticket broker, run around 300 pesos. La Bombonera, home of the Boca Juniors, is a place of soccer legend (Brandsen 805; 4309-4700).

Eso si, para mi Buenos Aires siempre tuvo onda. Quizás él habla de Bulnes Class y ni me entero, ¿no? Ah, si estás leyendo, TFU, poner links en HTML es muy fácil, mandame mail y serás ilustrado.

Update (vieron que loco postear antes de terminar de leer lo que posteás?), esto también está divertido:

WHAT TO DO DURING THE DAY With relatively few must-see sites besides the Casa Rosada, the Obelisk, Recoleta Cemetery and Teatro Colón (closing in late October for renovation), a visit to Buenos Aires tends to be less about ogling architecture than absorbing culture. You can join those who pass the day in a park with ice cream or mate, the local herbal tea — start with a cone of frutilla granizada at Persicco, Salguero and Cabello (www.persicco.com), one of the best of the city's innumerable Italian-named ice cream shops. From there, stake out Las Heras Park, Avenida Las Heras and Avenida Coronel Diaz, where an array of dog walkers and bikini-clad (male and female) sunbathers attest to Argentines' twin loves, sometimes simultaneous, of canines and bronzing.