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Tonight’s full moon has the effect of making me go stir crazy – I’m beating the bars of my cage – I’m about to start beating my chest – my nostrils are flaring – if anyone even for one minute believes that we are so different from animals they need only tune into their senses to know that how we smell, see, taste, touch is not that much different from an animal – or maybe…
After some days of gorging on fun and food and friends, it was good to wake up in my bed this morning and re-immerse myself into routine. Two dogs walked – check. One dog walked more – check. Tea – check. Paper (cursory glance). Work – check. The noon bells of Cabrini are clanging right now. The sun is shining. It’s all good. Do I have the answers to the questions I left with – yes,…
L and I had a beer at the Houston airport and were talking about some details of the past. She made the comment that I had a California issue for a while back then. And I said, it was more a not being here in New Orleans issue and I just happened to be in California. I told her that if I was listening to a couple where one gets a job in another city…
L says what she will remember from San Sebastian are the Advil and Purel advertisement people – or the Christmas decorations that we learned people don’t take down till after the festival – and I say I will remember the girls – I, N and O – and listening to Spanish. This is us in Old San Juan:
Ivette forwards this after one of our conversations – her house is dotted with a few poignant sayings that all leave a lasting impression – she has had this one in her drawer for twenty years, the author now unknown: They’ve taken & burnt your caravan, they’ve thrown away your pots and pans and your half-mended wicker chairs. They’ve pulled down your sleeves and buttoned up your collar. They’ve forced you to sleep beneath a…
Táctica y Estrategia Mario Benedetti Mi táctica es mirarte aprender como sos quererte como sos mi táctica es hablarte y escucharte construir con palabras un puente indestructible mi táctica es quedarme en tu recuerdo no sé cómo ni sé con qué pretexto pero quedarme en vos mi táctica es ser franco y saber que sos franca y que no nos vendamos simulacros para que entre los dos no haya telón ni…
In the parade, nymphs in satin white dresses with white feather wings appeared to spread the message for Diageo – “Don’t rely on your Guardian Angel – drink responsibly” – since Diageo was looking for viral and socially responsible messaging to brand themselves – here I am, obliging them by blogging about it.
More so than Mardi Gras, there are political as well as social agendas injected into the festivities here in San Juan. No on 99, yes on 69 is the issue du jour – 99 is a measure to ban legal partnerships – another afront to citizens rights and another example of government interference.
L and I got to Old San Juan at 3 o’clock in the afternoon and didn’t leave till midnight – the festival was a great primer for Mardi Gras which awaits me back home. We got caught in several rainstorms but by evening the rain had cleared and it was a perfect night to be in the streets. Having a beer in a restaurant, L marveled at how beautiful the Puerto Ricans are – men…
I got an email from T and from S saying my canoe is sinking. So I sent an email to Roy and Jerri asking them to help bail it out while I’m in PR. Both of them are out of town too so I get a call from Roy this morning after having gotten to my room at 4:30AM and Roy says remember God punishes those who don’t punish themselves – very funny – ha…