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Published: January 6th 2007
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Christmas Eve Crew
Piero, random girl, Ramirez, and Nico Canas. “When a day that you happen to know is Wednesday starts off by sounding like Sunday, there is something seriously wrong somewhere.”* So we’ve reached 2007 (which according to the gypsy woman will be the best year of my life, but then she said that of 2006). If you parlayed a bet on the 4 games the Chiefs needed to go their way, you would have won 700 to 1 odds.
Some new lunacy from my stupid bank, if I use one of my bank’s ATMs, but in a different city, they charge me. A couple of nights before Christmas, I was watching TV with Piero’s parents, and they had this story from the night before, about this kid who lost his family in a crowded city square 19 years before and went on the news to find them and his mom who lost him was watching and they tearfully reunited, it was the most Christmasy thing ever. Of course it begs the question of how you lose your retarded son for 19 years but still. If a toilet lid cover makes it so the lid doesn’t stay up, it’s a ridiculous example of form getting in the way of
The Nochebuena locale
The little valley outside of Bogota where we spent Christmas Eve function. Sure it means the lid will always be down, but it also means it may or may not be covered in pee, I can’t be held responsible. Piero’s family was soaking a bunch of herring in a milky solution for some culinary purpose, which meant that all the beers we extracted from the refrigerator reeked of herring. Not the best smell to be putting up to your face over and over. Uncle Queño did a number on me like last visit to Bogota. I don’t expect anyone will understand that except Steph. I played a pirated version of Trivial pursuit, which is hilarious. I suppose if you are going to pirate DVDs and cds, you might as well do board games as they are crazy expensive here. I came in dead last due to a combination of difficulty understanding some of the questions and the focus on Latin America. Apparently soccer is a sport; I think I missed six World Cup history questions. Something cool about Bogotá, they have the highest quality (and most expensive) water in Latin America. Each neighborhood is given a number 1-6, based on affluence. The top 3 subsidize the water of the bottom 3
Christmas Dinner
Eugsters to the right, other couple to the left. up to a certain point, and if they use more than the subsidized amount, they have to pay the remainder. It teaches thrift, and has the added benefit of giving poor people one of those silly things they need to survive. It does smack of socialism in that it impedes the quest to be ridiculously richer than other human beings by a miniscule amount. I had a nice traditional Christmas dinner of palm hearts, snails, sirloin, and lychees.** Spent the evening with 3 non-practicing Catholics, two practicing Jews and myself. Very diverse. I didn’t get any presents, but I bought myself a TV finally. Windy season has the car alarms singing like mad. Heeelloooo, I’m a caaaaaaar. Gasoline makes me run. Baaaaaack seat, truunk space. Oil is my blood. Seeeat Beeelt. I think the maid intentionally hides my nail clippers in a different place every time. Glad to see the Conceal and Carry law in Kansas is finally kicking in, about time more people were clandestinely armed in the state. The number one radio station in town plays its TROPICANA! tagline during songs that are playing to make sure you don't miss them if you change stations during commercial breaks.
At the top of a waterfall we climbed
I'm looking a little chubby. I'd like to say it's post-Christmas rather than post-30 chubbiness. It’s the most maddening thing I’ve encountered since I last watched Ray play Tetris and refuse to place the blocks where they obviously belonged. I asked for a mushroom pizza yesterday and got a ham and mushroom pizza. Why? I asked the same question. Apparently, the pizza place puts ham on all of them unless you specifically request no ham. I had up until then been unaware that the ham/pizza relationship had strengthened to the point where it was as integral to something being a pizza as tomato sauce and cheese.
Book of the Week: Day of the Triffids by John Wyndham.
Album of the Week: We Were Here by Joshua Radin.
Movie of the Week The Weatherman, and I don't really even like Nicolas Cage.
Hilarious Spanish Phrase of the Week: They call ladybugs mariquitas, which means little fags.
Welcome to Awesometown,
~T-Rone
p.s. It’s a shame Tyson’s nickname T-Bone never caught on. If he runs for mayor he should use it though, I’d vote T-Bone Kilbey for Sheriff in a heartbeat.
The only technical part about a Technical College, is that it’s technically a community college. ~ Nick Thune
'Why should we be in
Gustave Dore Work
An illustration he did for Dante's Inferno. such desperate haste to succeed and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away. ~ Walden, Thoreau
The place looked—well, maybe you’ll have seen some of Dore’s pictures of sinners in hell. But Dore couldn’t include the sounds: the sobbing, the murmurous moaning, and occasionally a forlorn cry. ~ ‘Day of the Triffids’ again.
*Opening Line from Day of the Triffids, I read it on a site dedicated to great opening lines which is why I decided to read it.
** There is a Cantonese saying: "one lychee equals three torches of fire”. It refers to the extreme Yang property of the fruit. Over-consumption of lychees is reported to lead to dry lips, nosebleeds, pimples, and mouth ulcers. There have also been reports on Chinese language newspapers on people being sent to hospital for violent nosebleed and/or coughing up blood because of overconsumption of Lychee.
Other great opening lines. Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. ~ One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
I am a sick man… I am a spiteful man. I am an unpleasant man. I think my liver is diseased. ~ Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky
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