On Nature and Minimalism

Bleep bleep deeet deet deeet deet bleep bleep. I still have machine-like blips and bloops looping over and over in my brain. We danced to musica minima all night long, Argentine style. It was quite the initiation too; we were imprisoned in the dark dungeon of a basement inhaling second-hand smoke, exposed only to artificial blue and red ceiling lights as if on some futuristic space ship, until about 9 this morning when we escaped and took a taxi back home, already in broad daylight. Apparently this form of "music" has a growing underground popularity, here and in Europe. I'm not so sure--its kind of hard to dance to music that sounds like a failing supercomputer.
Oh god:


But what's travel without a full night of dancing to minimal techno.

Tomorrow, we embark on an adventure south. We're headed for Peninsula Valdes, Patagonia, to watch whales breach and penguins mate. We'll be taking the week off, so you won't hear anything from us until next weekend, when we'll try to include a slide show and explain callosities to laypeople.