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Things you should know about me

#1) When I have an expresso anything, my pee smells like tuna for the rest of the day.

#2) I have only friended 3 people on Facebook, one for each city in which I’ve had a permanent address. The rest is pure organic growth, baby.

#3) I have sworn off the booze this week. So I have lots of free, relatively clear-headed nights ahead of me.

#4) While we’re on the topic, I like the idea of Bold City Brewery much more than I like the beer itself. Also, RIP, Duke

How about you? What should I know?

Tengo sueno

That, my friends, is a highly ’shopped photo from Antigua, Guatemala. I’ve been home for a couple of days now, but between getting in ass late Sunday/Monday morning and Diana’s birthday today, I just got the chance to continue the Guatemala stories.

For those who can appreciate the comparison, Antigua is like Savannah or St. Augustine without all the stupid shit. A colonial city with the colonial, a city without the pretense. There’s no doubt about it – Antigua was easily the most tourist friendly spot of my visit, but I got the distinct feeling that if all the gringos went away, the city wouldn’t miss a beat.

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Tengo hambre

Today we saw Lake Atitlan. I know nothing about Lake Atitlan, so read everything in this post with caution. Lago Atitlan is 5,000 meters above sea level, making it the highest lake in the universe. Lago Atitlan, at it’s deepest point in the middle of it’s azure waves, is 5,000 meters deep, which puts the floor at sea level, but don’t bother telling the fish that – they don’t care.

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Tengo sed

I’m allz up in Guatemala City. After a 3 a.m. drive from Jacksonville to Miami, Luis and I had an uneventful, 2.5 hour flight to Guatemala. Uneventful except for that part where I thought I was going to die, then the part immediately following where I thought I was going to throw up. Stupid turbulence.

Eventually I’ll be more eloquent about my first impressions of Guatemala City but for the time being, this will have to do – Damn.

It’s exactly what I expected without matching any of my expectations.

Ouch

I just wrote a two-page handwritten letter. My wrists burn like they just ran a 5 digit version of the Boston Marathon and it hurts when I try to make a fist.

Talk about carpal tunnel syndrome – I wonder if they had similar warnings the first time humans took up manual writing implements?

Deep thoughts….

E=MC2

Above is the tweet sent out from @CERN today when they got a bunch of neurons or something to smash into each other.

I love how Twitter reduces the uncommon genius at CERN to an all-to-common form of being – a bunch of stupid exclamation points and 140 characters.

Phrases and gap analysises

A few words and phrases that makes me uncomfortable. Will add more as I think of them. Feel free to add your own:

- Gap analysis

- Stiff competition

- Sticky

- Pipe wrench

Forgive the dust

After a several month hiatus, I have nuinca.com back on a stable server (one that isn’t costing me $15/moth) and I’m going to spend some time updating the stylesheets for this nifty theme.

The dark gray background wont’ be the final look – I hate it, but the normal, all-white background was burning my eyeballs.

More soon!

The one not about me

Joellen died today. And that’s really it.

This is a great powerful moment  in which words fall apart and the well oiled mechanisms of life in it’s mid-20’s rust together. There will be something again and it will be here soon, no worry about that. But for now, stupefied in the dark is what we have.

Jesus. Goodbye Joellen, I love you.

The part about narcissism

Diana made me go to church on Sunday. Gasp, I know, church isn’t Jonathan’s idea of a great time, but when I’m absolutely forced to go, at least we make it to a local Presbyterian outfit whose minister has had some impressive things to say in past sermons.

Except for this time.

At some point the minister started comparing today’s narcissistic society and the good ole days – and used our “selfless” and “prideless” victories in World War II as an example. Culture in the 30s and 40s, our minister said, was not personally prideful and people carried on with the larger benefit of mankind as their reward.

I wasn’t sure who was more upset at his oversimplified and obviously contradictory statements – me or Jesus. From what the history books have told me, the early/mid part of this century hosted McCarthyism, women’s suffrage, segregation and gross war-time cultural stereotypes. How did any of those benefit mankind?

Of course, I can’t argue against how personally narcissistic society has become, but I do have an idea of why it’s happened. If I was a 26-year-old man in 1940’s America, know what I would have been proud of? Being a white man in 1940’s America. I could be proud of my gender and race – cuz hey, at least I’m not black or a woman.

Today, however, being proud of one’s race/gender/greed (I’m purposefully excluding religion, because that’s one place people are still total assholes) is mostly unacceptable, and mankind’s need to be proud of something has forced us into being proud of ourselves. Not a totally bad thing, I says, since maybe we’ll all soon be too busy with ourselves to worry about how much we hate the other guy.

If any of this sounds too FOX-esque, forgive me. My recent 4-day trip to Augusta, GA left plenty of tv watching time, and I spent hours on FOX news. God, I hate Glenn Beck