How do you say porno in Argentina?

Apparently when you translate Maxim from English to Castellano, you do not get the same meaning.  And I’m talking about Maxim, as in Maxim Magazine.

A more accurate, literal translation might equate to the following:

Maxim [maeksim] n c (e.g. Maxim magazine) lit. porno

Maxim anyone?

Notice the cover girl seductively turned to the side with only a hard, polished steel rod running up her butt crack and only one nipple exposed.  In case that picture wasn’t clear enough, the editors felt it was necessary to square things away with the other model on the right.

Unfortunately, I was in a rush when I snapped this photo so I didn’t have time to thumb through the pages.  So it is with great hesitation that I promise to pick up a copy of this strange magazine to let you know if the cover is indicative of the content.

Maxim.  Porno.  Castellano?  What else don’t I know?

Show Me The Money!

Show Me The Money!

An interesting take on Rod Tidwell if you ask me.  Personally, I think I prefer the unnamed woman seen here to Cuba Gooding Jr., but that’s just my opinion…

What you can’t see here, which makes this all the more amusing, is that here Rod Tidwell is played by a very angry 70 year old Argentinian woman.  She’s very angry because I took her picture but “forgot” to pay for the privilege.  Silly me.

And she was playing “When the ants go marching in” while holding her magnificent sign.

Awesome.

Hi, my name is T.D.

My new closest friend

As some of you may or may not know, I recently moved to Buenos Aires (B.A.), Argentina.  I had imagined the trip to be a smooth and relatively easy journey (with a nice grand plan laid out in my head of how things would unfold).  Apparently, someone had other plans.

Imagine your favorite college football team is just kicking off against an (seemingly) inferior opponent.  Before you know it, your team is down 21 – 0 after giving up a T.D. on the initial kickoff, subsequently throwing a pick six, and then fumbling the ensuing kickoff at your 1 and giving up a rushing T.D. on the next play.  Take things worse, this happened in only 4 minutes.  That’s an accurate description of how I was introduced to my new best (worst) friend.

His name is T.D., as in Mr. Travel Demon.  You’ll get to know him very well over the next few weeks and months but hopefully not as intimately as I do.  He can provide tons of laughs (tears), lots of new experiences (headaches), and is always looking to teach you a new lesson (such as: patience is a virtue).   I’ll be keeping score but I must warn you, so far, it isn’t pretty.