A new event going on in Omaha is "Art In The Dark" where people gather at night and a movie is shown on the side of a building/museum. It was a fun event and this week was "The Sound of Music" I love the sound of music and have fond memories of watching it yearly with my family when I was growing up. We watched it on T.V., you know, when there were only four channels, and the VCR was not even invented yet. Oh my GOD I am becoming on of those old people who can remember when daily used technology was not even invented yet. I like to think this means that the world is just moving faster, NOT that I am getting older. Anyway, "The Sound of Music" is a wonderful musical movie that is historically misleading. When I was young I use to be soooooo happy that the Von Trap family made it into neutral Switzerland, peaceful, NEUTRAL Switzerland. A man can be SAFE in Switzerland, because once you cross that boarder NO ONE can get you in Switzerland. Craven, evil Nazis just run after you and once they hit the boarder of Switzerland they throw down their Luger's in disgust, raise their tiny fist toward the heavens and yell out "I'll GET YOU VON TRAP FAMILY SINGERS, If only you weren't in Neutral, neutral Switzerland!" Only years later did I learn (NOT at my worthless high school where the history teacher doubled as the football coach, OR more accurately the Football coach doubled as the history teacher) that Switzerland was not really the bastion of neutrality that the "Sound of Music" made it out to be. Uhhh got a little sidetracked there. Point is, with catchy songs I'm sure the Von Trap family could have ended the whole world war peacefully as soldiers from all sides laid down their weapons to join in a rousing variation of "Do-Ra-Mi". So here I am years later watching "Sound Of Music" again and it really is a great movie although I have to ask "How many times does a man really need to sing "Edelweiss"? By the way the answer has been scientifically proven as: NONE. Here is a photo of a friend who came along and had a hand puppet that would sing "Lonely Goatherd" it was the coolest puppet ever. Even if it sometimes did not work as well as she wanted it too. And on a last note, because it is always ascetically pleasing Two Swedes in a field
As a continued public service, for your video pleasure I will shoot out some more videos from South America. We had just left Peru and entered Bolivia. No more of that guinea pig eating, no sir, down here in Bolivia we rise to a higher standard. So if you have just bought a house in Bolivia get yourself to the market and buy a dried baby llama fetus or DBLF if you will. Then bury it in your back yard for good luck. I have to admit that every time I have buried a DBLF in my back yard I have had good luck for a week, makes me consider opening the first DBLF store in Nebraska. Onto road construction. I have not figured this one out yet. Bolivia is a pretty conservative country. For the most part women do not have hold regular jobs, except selling food or goods in the market. We ran across these women doing road construction, maybe the traditional part is that they have to do it in their dresses. Martha Stewart can make some dandy Halloween crafts but I'd like to see her construct a road, or at least pour some concrete.
After LaPaz our next stop in Bolivia was Sucre. Sucre is the political center of Bolivia. This means that for a long time it was the capital and in theory it still is but in reality the capital is LaPaz because that is where all of the government is and where most commerce is taking place. Sucre is a college town for the most part and has some wonderful whit washed buildings and many of the trapping of a college town anywhere on earth, like many coffee houses, hip bars, good art scene and of course torch wielding protesters who march on city hall and are surrounded by riot police.
Their main complaint is that the seat of the government is in LaPaz and they want it to be moved back to Sucre and I personally can think of no better enticement than throwing flaming torches at city hall. If government were that girl that wouldn't go out with you in high school and you were a rioting mob, than throwing torches is the equivalent to sobbing and blubbering out "but I really love you, why don't you like me?". It's all going to end in heart ache for Sucre believe me you. Anyhoo, that is it for now next time I think might be the mines that we went into in Potosi but Halloween is coming up here so it might be a Scarry update. take care until next time.
