Will the pattern be repeated?
I am a newly civilized creature from the hostel jungle. I walk around the more-than-one roomS of my house in confusion. What do I do with all this space? Anybody wanna couchsurf? The… Continue reading
Monthly Archive: September, 2013
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Bored women, guns, and the company that owns you; in Costa Rica.
I walked up to the harbor in Paquera, Costa Rica, unexpectedly up to my dripping armpits in happy-grumpy-sweaty white people. Most had rented cars, but a few backpackers were sprinkled in, though somehow none… Continue reading
Captain One-Eye’s problem with prostitutes
“We don’t sign contracts of any of that nonsense. Here, you give your word and shake hands. If you keep your side of the deal, no problem. If you don’t? Problem.” Saying this,… Continue reading
Unfair advantages?
Looking at a few blogs while I chewed through my breakfast granola, I passed one that’s a series of photos from a lady’s day. (And if I’ve gotten confused and you/he is a… Continue reading
Captain One-Eye wants to show you something
I hear “yacht harbor” and think elegant buildings, fancy facilities, and perhaps a cravat or two, tied around the necks of pretentious men who call themselves “Captain” and yet still expect to be… Continue reading
Reunited with one of my great loves
I was reunited with one of the great loves of my life this afternoon. My parents dropped her off yesterday, and her curves, lines, and quirks are as familiar to me, as nostalgic… Continue reading
What happens to men like Rudi?
Rudi worked as a truck driver for decades, meaning he was on the highways throughout the Sandinista-Contra years. In his mid-fifties he was laid off, and now no one will hire him because… Continue reading
Lavender squirrels smoking cigarettes. (See, commas are important.)
I still forget, or maybe just don’t believe, that I actually live here now. Live someplace now. How is that different from visiting it? Should I buy a map and study the streetplan?… Continue reading
A new chapter, and feeling good about it
The flight was smooth, the dogs were adorable, and the sunset looked triumphant. I met the new guy, to whom I am the New Guy, and ate tacos. Eight hours of sleep on… Continue reading
