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A Different Kind of Work (Fatigue)
There are different kinds of work, of course. Yesterday, your Old Spring Cowboy worked his ass off, but not outside. I bought a Wolverine Moviemaker Pro to bring my father's old 8mm films into the...
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Work, Eat, Sleep, and a Feeling Called the Blues
I'm getting depressed. There is more work than I want to do. I want to have done it, of course, just like I want to have read "El Cid" or "Don Quixote." I just don't want to do it. Yesterday began...
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Sexualized
Sex, sexual, sexualized. I've been reading about the Hulu doc, "Pretty Baby." I haven't seen it. I don't have Hulu. But yea, Brooke Shields. Her mother. Sometimes in some interviews, it doesn't...
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Whoopi-Ti-Yi-Yo
Whoopi-ti -yi-yo! The mulch was delivered yesterday morning. It's time to get with my pitchfork and wheelbarrow and start to work. Past time. I most often wake up before dawn. I woke up at a...
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One Day Cowboy
Yesterday, I was excited to tell The Story of the Mulch. I was full of piss and vinegar as the old saying goes. This morning. . . not so much. I've woken with little joy today for some reason. I...
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Those Who Wear the Mask
I watched a lot of Scorsese's documentary of Bob Dylan's Rolling Thunder Tour in 1975 last night on Netflix. Anybody who was alive in the '60s or '70s should be put in prison if you subscribe to...
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To South America Once More
I want to tell tales of adventure and daring. I mean, why would I let the truth get in the way of a good story? I've learned something from reading "Low Life" by Luc Sante. Start with some...
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First Off. . . .
I've never been a fan of Easter. I've said it before. It is pastel. I prefer the darker colors of autumn holidays. Easter eggs. Never a fan. We'd boil them and paint them, and the next day they...
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To Angel Falls
When we arrived in Cainaima, there were more huts selling more native crafts--woven baskets and shoulder slings made from stiff cloth of local vegetation. There were decorative gourds used as bowls...
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Angel Falls Interrupted
We made our way up river by various boats. This was mountain jungle but it was by no means unvisited. Taking people to visit Angel Falls was a thriving business. In some parts of the river, where it...
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Escarpments
Let's go back and fill in some blanks. Is this a Cessna? I don't know. But it is the small plane that took us to Cainaima. And no. . . I neither puked nor shit my pant. And this is where we slept...
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The Real Adventure Begins
The way to Angel Falls is not by river but overland, of course. At approximately the same time, various boats were beached and we began a fairly long climb on a trail over rocks and boulders until,...
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As Usual
After our night out, Brando and I slept late, had breakfast, and hit the streets. We went to the Teatro Municipal first thing and got tickets for the Russian Folk Ballet that night. Then we visited...
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I Just Can't Seem to Stay Dead
Oh man. . . I don't feel so good. I went to the doc's yesterday. Bad news. I'm dying. Why? What? "You can't fix it with exercise or diet. It's not anything you are doing?""What? I mean. . . what...
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Warmer Blood
This is me on a Friday night trying to "recover" from my outing with Red. I'm still finding bits of broken glass around the den, some of it with my bare feet. But I've defamed her, I'm afraid. I...
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Mexican Mountaineering
The gymroids are all younger than I. They have more money. They have expensive cars and vacation homes and travel whenever they want. But. . . "You're like a Venus Fly Trap," one of the gymroids...
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Climbing
Kentucky and I near the peak of MalincheThe hike the next day was a long, gradually steepening slope from about 10,500 feet to the 14,500 foot peak. It was many miles of walking before it became a...
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Stranger in a Strange Land
We were spending the night at Señor Gutez's small hacienda which consisted of a medium sized house with a walled garden and courtyard. In his small town, Señor Gutez was a successful man, a jefe, of...
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The Den of Iniquity
I haven't any photos of prostitutes, of course, so I stole one from the internetI wish I had a photo of that street of prostitutes, but I don't. I probably shouldn't even be writing about it. In...
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Maybe I Should Get Back to the Narrative
I just lost my mind and wrote a whole blog entry on sex. I made sure that I offended everyone in it. It is easy, by the way. There is absolutely no one, I am convinced, that you can't piss off...
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