This shall be a chronicle of change; a transformation prompted by the catalyst of the unknown. This shall be more than a tweet, to use the parlance of our times; this shall be an in depth taste of the sites, sounds, and thoughts that will fuse the coming months into one battle cry: progress!
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Catch-up is not just for Burgers
So here we are. This is the night before finals week. Finals week shall entail a shit load of grading. But the reward shall be a trip to Oaxaca.
Much has transpired of late. Here are some pictures and brief words about the happenings. Oh wait, today, in the park, Lucio and Chops caught a pigeon! They rustled it from under the bushes, and Chops came trapsing out with a flapping bloody pigeon in his mouth. It was fucking nuts! Of all the things he has chased, and so desperately wanted to catch, he finally got a bird. The two of them were as happy as some pigs in shit. I had an odd emotion of sadness, respect, and pride. I picked the feathers from his mouth and quickly exited the scene. All the Mexicans looked mordified. Julia and I walked quickly around the corner.
A) I gave my guitar to my friend Pablo and this is what he did with it:
B) I sort of cleaned my car last week. It was rad. I am making my dogs stay in the far back, and the fur levels are down. Of course, when they are wet, and I leave them in the car to go get something from a store, they don't stay in the back. Though I have found, if I leave my car from the back and walk away from it, Flow will sit at the back window so that she can await my arrival--this has helped reduce the fur in the front.
C) Pablo and I have been playing music, and making recordings. Ana, Pablo, and I have eaten Burger King twice in one week. It is always an adventure. This is what Burger King does to Pablo and Ana's faces.
D) Pablo, Ana, and I went to see NOFX play here in Mexico City. I have never seen so many Mexican punks in my life. Some drunk sod-off Mexican tried to grab my shirt that I bought. I leaned into the barachito and said, "I don't SPEAK SPANISH!", and I snagged my shirt back--he was too drunk to take it beyond that response. I didn't take any pictures at the concert, but I did take pictures on my way home.
E) Lucio sired some puppies. He loves them. They are ridiculously cute. Julia pooped one of them out of her rear end. Lucio is still a stud in my book.
F) I have begun writing a play. So far, I think it is utter crap. However, I am utilizing Joseph Campbell's Monomyth Archetype and I hope to weave a beautiful narrative.
G) I love Life.
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