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God Bless America

Monday, November 13th, 2006

I have just touched down in the greatest country on the planet (arguments from Ozzies will be respectfully considered). All I can say is God Bless America. Its a pity it was a flight and not a manual border crossing in from Juarez where I could then theatrically fall upon the dust and kiss the earth. Nevertheless, planes are far more efficient.

Its amazing to look out the window and see the changing colors. The fall colors. Orange and pinks after a season of perpetual summer. Not that I would badmouth a perpetual summer, it is for me the ideal, but to admire the change is more where I’m at.

I feel more of a personal spring at the moment with the seeds of the investments, experiences, and insights of the past year growing up day and night. Though I know not how. It’s not for me to know, only to look forward to the reaping of the harvest.

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La Mar (The Ocean)

Monday, November 6th, 2006

This day is getting older,
in fading light it’s beautiful.
This wind is blowing colder,
and too soon I’ll feel it’s pull.

Still, I took all my chances,
earned myself an even score.
Try to learn my lessons well.
And I don’t have the answers,
for those questions anymore.
Only love can beat both heaven and hell.

So sturdy up, sturdy up your heart,
for the road is long ahead.
I’ll be with you even though we’re apart,
but your road is yours to tread.
And so it goes, and so it goes,
and so it goes, slows your mind, mind, mind,
so it goes… and so it goes, and so it goes, slows your mind, mind, mind.

I’ve grown old on this ocean,
gave her all, my stronger years.
Gave my wife my devotion,
when she died, the ocean my tears.

I’ve tried to teach you well son,
all of everything I knew.
Of how to live this life be true.
Don’t bow your head to no one,
and no matter what you do,
if you start then see it through.

So sturdy up, sturdy up your heart,
for the road is long ahead.
I’ll be with you even though we’re apart,
but your road is yours to tread.
And so it goes, and so it goes,
and so it goes, slows your mind, mind, mind,
so it goes… and so it goes, and so it goes, slows your mind, mind, mind.

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The Pre-Wash

Sunday, November 5th, 2006

Let me preface this with a little information about ‘Da Bomb’, the hottest hot-sauce ever.

From the website: Da’ Bomb The Final Answer – The hottest of all of the Da’ Bomb line. Rated at 1,500,000 Scoville Units. Not for direct consumption, use as a food additive only. Warning: Do NOT eat straight out of the jar!

The few brief encounters I had with ‘Da Bomb’ seem to have permenantly upped my endurance levels when it comes to eat hot sauces. I am in serious contention with the Mexicans here, them handing me slices of peppers and me eating them without second thought. Loading on the picanted sauces. The was actually a Mexican crying at the table the other night from the salsa, while I was busily adding more to my tacos.

Anyway, this is all thanks to Captain John (see ‘Out Both Ends and Crossing the Channel’) who brought me through the burning ring of fire that is an initiation rite at his house. Speaking of Da Bomb, one time I merely picked up the bottle and later went to the mens room. That was what promoted me to institute what I lke to call the ‘pre-wash’. Always wash your hands before you go to the toilet. I mean, you are clean down there, and its not like you are pissing on your hands, so whats the point of washing after? You are however handling filthy objects all day long on your way to the toilet and could possibly contaminate your ‘cash & prizes’ with 1.5 million scoville unit hot sauce residue. Lesson learned.

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Wont you take me to…Mushroom Town

Sunday, November 5th, 2006

Apparently there is a town 4 hours north of Puerto Escondido where there lives a lady who from all description sound like ‘The Oracle’ from the Matrix. Its somewhat hard to get there, a bunch of different busses to some crazy part of Mexico up in the mountains. There lives a lady in her mid-sixties, but looks about 85 who when you arrive lets you stay for super cheap and innudates you with joints, hash, and mushrooms. Mostly for free..She is like the Shaman of the Mushrooms or something.

So troops of brave souls have been coming back raving from this place spreading the rumor around for other searching souls to go test their mettle. Apparently the trip is worth if for the scenery alone as it is way way way up in the mountains and you can see like 30 mountain ranges from the lady’s porch. Its all word of mouth and every 4 days or so another small group of like 3-4 will come back and spread the news, whereupon another group will follow the instructions out.

Now before you innundate me with ‘you should haves’, let me just say that mushrooms and I do not jive. Mushrooms and I do not play well together. I dont want to go there. In fact, if a little mushroom came along and said ‘eat me!’, I would say:

No……

Mushroom.

I will not eat you, or any of your tasty friends, however hallucinagenic they may be.

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To my endearing public

Sunday, November 5th, 2006

I will now endeavor to refer to myself as ‘us’ whenever possible. For example ‘give us a beer.’ Also, I will no longer physically laugh. I will henceforth only verbally utter the phrase ‘much laughter’, twice.

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Now is blessed, the rest remembered (J.M.)

Friday, November 3rd, 2006

Puerto Escondido is a small town on the Pacific side of Mexico. A small surf town, with big waves holding international surf competitions. Most people that have been here for a while seem to know eachother. There is a good backpacker community and some crazy nightlife. There is also some pretty amazing sport fishing. I met a guy from Texas who just caught a 8 foot sailfish.

The waves are massive and the waters are succeptible to huge tidal changes producing some pretty strong rips. The rips look like waves going out to the ocean instead of in and when they go out, they crash into the waves that are natrually coming in, creating huge explosions of whitewash.

I spent all the time on the beach in the sun and in the ocean, meeting people, and eating cantaloupes and pineapples. and tacos.

 

Puerto Escondido

 

Right now I am in Zihuatanejo, the place they go at the end of Shawshank Redemption. Thought that was a nice touch to the end of the trip.

Also, I just recently read Brave New World, by Aldous Huxley. Cool book. Consequently, he wrote another book called The Doors of Perception, where Jim Morrison and family got their name from.

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A man rakes leaves into
a heap in his pard, a plie,
& leans on his rake &
burns them utterly.
The fragrance fills the forest
children pause & heed the
smell, which will become
nostalgia in several years

-Jim Morrison

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