Leslie's Birthday and lackluster weekend adventures

Still alive and kicking in BQ.

It's dried up a little in the last week, only raining every other day now.

And the gringoise have been entertaining themselves with trips to nice resturants where they make asses of themselves. Gabriel Garcia Marquez' favorite haunt "La Cueva" was this weekends first stop in celebrating Leslie's birthday. She found herself in the most uncomfortable position of being surrounded by overly celebratory unshaven gringo teachers. Poor poor girl.

Kisses to her and you.

Welcome to October,

Fpp

Juggle-mania in BQ

An interesting addition to our little BQ-world down here has been Peter Loftus, known professionally as PJuggle, a pretty-damn great juggler, which is probably a little weird to explain to the customs-guys at the airport. He's down here visiting some folks and has made appearances at my school (a couple steps up from Letterman, I think) and brought some glowing balls to the bar Saturday night.



CDavis and I agreed, watching this exhibition after a couple bottles of rum, that it was a damn good thing we were no longer of a University-age when more, shall we say, unpredictable substances are frequently imbibed, as this sensory overload might be enough to make one of us jump off of something high-up.

Amor y Amistad

Love and Friendship day is the colombian equivalent of st. valentines day in the US, without the focus on the massacre. I have always found it kind of interesting that in a country with fifty-some "st. fill-in-the-blank days" they do not celebrate Valentine's Day, but instead have a very artificial corporate-titled red-boxes-of-candy day of their own, which is what we people up there (north of mexico) do so well. I don't know who is imitating whom or what is being grafted onto what to make an apple tree that produces pears, but I do know that DIA DE AMOR Y AMISTAD has nothing to do with the Speilberg movie about that slave ship and is a great occassion to get out of the house and getcher funk on. So we did (one must always follow the steps that are painted out on the floor in order to learn how the dance is danced).



We (this is a long list, turgid with the elite of BQ) went to the new salsa bar Bambaleo and stayed until little birds were preparing to sing songs and chirp and chase worms and fly into large, clean windows. The night went off without a hitch and I was guiltly of not a single act of turpitude, which might be a record for me.

happy valentines day, love and friendship to all
fpp

sumo sumo more more

sweating profusely, i continue my assault on mid-september with yet another post, this one featuring a screwey sumo wrestler in kobe japan way the hell back in 2003. I really have very little to report. It is hot here and I am putting bunches of really idiotic things up on youtube



see you soon, besos
fpp

Making up for August

That's right, babies, two posts in one day.

I have little to say other than I have recently added some videos to Youtube. They are more or less stupid. the other videos that appear are not mine. at least I don't think they are mine.




this is me being athletic last spring or winter, i think, it is all relative here on the equator.
kisses,
fpp

Still Alive in BQ,

Is a bad blogger someone who writes badly about his or her absolutely mundane daily life, or someone who never writes at all...
You be the judge.







Crossed the river yesterday to eat fish: no one drowned. I have promised to liberate the monkeys in the cages.
Our Brothers will not be kept in bondage by the Military-Industrial Complex