Updates On The Renting Adventure

The a deposit was made with the Guarantee agency last week and the process of turning the deposit into a certificate of Guarantee is en tramité. Today is a holiday, but I have been unable to determine its name. Tomorrow the national team plays a game starting at noon local time, which is worse than a holiday. This means either Thursday is the optimistic estimate for new news, but la semana que viene is a possibility.

So far long the way:

  • 10,000 pesos (315 USD) were placed to take the apartment off the market, credits towards first's month rent
  • ~45,000 pesos (1420 USD) were placed with the Garantee club
  • Before approaching the Guarantee club a bunch of certificates were generated for my application. Certificates which also make Migracciones happy as the residency process proceeds.
  • Changing various registrations made in my passport after landing to the Cedula has consumed a substantial amount of time as well.
  • The number of people using the hostel as a long term residence has increased from my singular self to five people. Three of the newcomers are fine. One is an absolute piece of trash that doesn't understand boundries, and if his or my presence continue to overlap in the hostel… It is very likely whether he understands threats will be tested.
  • Construction has thrown the Cowork into disarray. The sound of "todo bein" and gossip is still less tolerable than power tools. The local work ethic is such that there is very infrequently any actual construction noise. Instead there's a bunch of bitching about construction noise that isn't actually happening.
  • All of the paper shuffling and persistent vermin really has me wishing for a place to hang a whiteboard. A place where I can get hours, plural without the local noise polution.


Language Acquisition And The Perception Thereof

Having lived more than 6 continuous months in a Spanish speaking country, my Spanish has improved immensly, but in my everyday life it is hard to feel that it has happened. In March I went to Migracciones for a tramité my progress was substantially aided by making eyes at the girl behind the desk flying the bureaucracy. I was functional, but only to a point. This month in the process of securing a door I can lock and wall to hang a whiteboard, I have been corralling the various moving Latino parts of the process exclusively in Spanish. I have still been running the papers I have signed in the process past the Venezolana during lessons after I sign them for my own safety, but the temptation to bring a tag along to meetings hasn't been present.

When viewed the apartment which is now en tramité, the kind girl offered to speak in English. I employed the trick I am every more practiced in where in three to four speaking lines I shift from English to Spanglish to Spanish, and their own mental inertia deprives them of the opportunity to practice English. This is the polite way I defuse the local anglophone fetishists from profiling me as a free chance to practice English.

The less polite way is I indicate their accent in English is unintelligible. It rarely is, and there is more resistance to this avenue. It tends to be more satisfying by far.

I am still dating the Peruana nurse I met in March. Her only language is Spanish. She absolutely adores1 me. The old "get a girlfriend" advice when it comes to language learning works and is well supplemented by making friends with girls. In the early days and weeks here, my brain couldn't be arsed to try to decode what the boys were saying. Now that the decoding takes far less effort, the brain will bother to decode what the boys say only to be consistently underwhelmed with the poverty of content in their many words.

There's also a lot to be said for sending substantial periods of time alone with someone who only speaks the target language.

Despite being mostly functional in Spanish only environments I continue taking structured lessons three times a week. I still can not express every idea my brain bakes in English into the Spanish language, but I manage to produce effective Spanish language speech with the occasional misconjugation or misgendering.2 The need for clarification that follows in these cases creates opportunities for thoughtful composition practice, the only kind that matters.

The difference between thoughtful composition and parrot speaking of lines and scripts can't be emphasized enough. When you are Parrot speaking lines, every incident of novelty is a hard case your scripts can't cover. It can and did cover a substantial number of my everyday activities of living the first few weeks, but the utility is limited. To this end I have decided my goal in Spanish is literacy.

I have not not found any satisfactory definitions of fluency. The language learning fandom has busted the definition of "fluency" all to hell. My goal is literacy or bust and increasing my ability to function in the language still morealong the way. I'll have learned Spanish when I am reliably producing poetry in the language.

  1. This adoration is markedly distinct from the varieties of positive attention girls back home could muster. Back home a girl could like, love, or even obsess as their English as a single language programming would let them.  

  2. On the plus side I rarely now have verbal conversations in straight English without Spanglish intruding. That doesn't happen when I am speaking Spanish.  

If Not One Thing The Other

Having survived a close encounter with pneumonia last month, this country made yet another attempt on my life as I slept last night. This time via the orc communication device.

No battery bloat, just a MicroUSB port that appear to have been in tramite to ignite that battery. The phone still works as of the time of this writing. Can't be recharged without at the very least replacing the MicroUSB port with one that doesn't have contacts covered by char and plastic.

Orc contacts recovered and a replacement communication device was put into service earlier today.

Humidity related short?

Over the air update to add murder mode?

The Real Estate Situation In Montevideo: Part Two

Continuing in our exploration, we start talking to people. There are apartment advertised with and without agencies. As a rule insistent stupidity reigns. In Uruguay there are several kinds of warranty sought to ensure the rent gets paid. Unlike the situation Mircea Popescu reported in Argentina, asking for the deed to a similar property as a "warranty" isn't common here. Instead Uruguay offers other idiocies:

  • Anda, Porto Seguro, and Other "clubs: These schemes operate like AAA. In the case of Triple AAA you join a club, but the only real purpose of the club is to secure a form of insurance for the event where your car breaks down on the side of the road. In these schemes people become "socios" of the clubs and recieve a rental warranty certificate, they insert themselves between the landlord and tenant to facilitate and vouch for rent having been paid, and they have an arbitration system that keeps the local cowsies from clogging up the courts.
  • The Banco Hipotecario: The renter and the landlord go to the national mortgage bank. A deposit for X months of rent is made. If for whatever reason the renter doesn't pay in any particular month, both parties have to go to the National Mortage Bank to plea poverty and withdraw that month's rent to pay the landlord.
  • There is also a Public government operated alternative to Anda et al that is only open to certified losers employed by the government or simply paid by the government for their poverty without any pretense at employment.
  • A number of other marginal schemes are present in the market and are only ever seen offered as an alternative to one or two of the above. These range from private bank deposits to the Argentine lien against a similar property arrangement.

The insurance club that sits as payment processor and contract arbiter initially stuck me as a very retarded scheme until I realized that such an arrangement is exactly what the peculiar form of Rioplatense dishonesty demands. The dishonesty where your stack of bills won't disappear in a professional office, but your performance bonds will. This is a rather damning indictment of the local escribanos, contadurias, and other professionals with their 160 pesos timbre stickers, but these people have to walk with the helmets they have.

Everyone is this country is incredibly loyal to their particular chosen scheme. Families renting out an apartment for their own survival tend to be incredibly loyal to their chosen rental insurance tribe. Agencies tend to offer at least three warranty options. The rapid pace of construction and supply glut in the area means that a lot of apartments are agency owned. With the tourists gone, school already in session, and most of the other immigrants crammed into pensions in Ciudad Viaja, Cordón, and Tres Cruces there is palpable hunger to start collecting rent on apartments in this neighborhood that just isn't quite as trendy as these developers were betting on.

Next up: The dog and (Trash) pony show

Tin Cans Full Of Misery – Riding The Bus In Uruguay

There are many endemic diseases affecting the locals in Uruguay. Taking the bus in Uruguay lacks some of the physical dangers present when James Lafond takes a ride, but there are plenty of moral dangers. There are hordes of the typical open mouthed old ass walking dead comprising 2/3 of the passengers, and you never realize how fat the Uruguayos are as a people until they sit next to you on a bus seat possibly made to asian measurements.

La Ciudad Vieja And Duelling Statues

Today I was in the old city, for some awful reason. I ended up in the barrio early with the camera. Below is the Broze statue of Uruguay's national hero1 placed over his Mausoleum. Below is the Horse's Ass side of the statue. Consider the architecture behind it:

Bronze Horse AssNow the is the Hero's Face side of the Statue. Once again consider the background:

Horse Face

And a bit to the side:


And the background of the face of the National hero is an abolutely ugly mixed residential office building and the bland looking Presidential Palace. All of the historic and interesting buildings on the side of the plaza looking assward.

Also located on the Plaza is the an offensive temple dedicated to fiatist Politically Correct measures.

IBM Uruguay

I however lacked the time and Urgency to investigate if IBM Uruguay was still a going concern.

We have faint investigations of Industrial Activity to investigate.

The lack of Reddit Bags is very disappointing.


The thing about sending intermodal containers to Uruguay is that they only mode they have is arriving on the ship. The commercial trucks here aren't big enough to handle them and the single rail line in the country runs from some shithole in the north of the city to somewhere in the interior.

In the foreground is the type of commercial use vehicle which will be transporting much of that cargo at some point.

Waterfront real estate seized by the local government.

Much better at being a statue than that other guy.

Statue guy's cannon and tiny fort.

And the port keeps on going.

Typical narrow ass old city street.

  1. José Artigas, died in exile in Paraguay. Eventually the Uruguayos claimed his remains.