Jamon y queso

I am still in Argentina. (For those who would like an update, check the comments in Krissy and Joe's blogs. For Krissy, update your fucking blog, sweetheart.) If by some bizarre turn of events, you are given the chance to go to Jujuy, Argentina, you would be a drooling, defecating idiot not to go. In `the past couple weeks, I have taken trips to villages that are truly nowhere. Hours and light years from civilization. Huts that are so far away from anything that you can´t begin to imagine how they must live. And it is so so unbelievably beautiful. Suddenly, geology is interesting, as is random Argentinian history. Tomorrow I go to Buenos Aires. But I am almost completely disenchanted with cities by now. I've been trying to figure out how I can learn to speak flawless Spanish and be employed in Tilcara in the next ten or so years. The bad news is that this local water don´t fuck around, if you catch my drift. This all could change in the next few weeks. Who knows. They certainly enjoy their meat around here, I´ve noticed. Ápparently the government is totally broke and corrupt and generally sucks. But this is my favorite family vacation ever. It helps that we've traveled with others, so that I´m not stuck with my immediate family, and my little sister scowling, and my mother squacking her broken Spanish, etc. It's going to be very bizarre coming back to school. Wish you were all here. I hope you are all enjoying your respective vacations. Ciao.

Excruciating nostalgia

What in Jerry Falwell's green earth was I thinking last year? This, apparently.

The mother godess started to scream
She groaned and moaned and sobbed as nature, in its less compassionate moments, was slowly pushing out between her thighs
Wheras the world and all that was in it spilled out one day when she was reading the paper, the solution was taking its sweet time ripping away at her
The women tried in vain not to stare
The men were nowhere to be found
And their impressionable teenage offspring disappeared into the bathroom and began attacking their forearms
Because they didn't have any better ideas
Her screams began fracturing all the glass surface that everybody had spent their lives in front of or behind
The people were overwhelmed, so they kidnapped her and locked her in a glass house
And disproving a formula they had balanced their fragile, phobic societies on
The mother godess stepped over the shattered walls
Carrying an open mouthed child
Who knew naught but the comfort of sheer dependence

Existential Fantasy

I've realized that if I ever really truly want to be cool, like all these wonderful,cynical New Yorkers who I webstalk, I've got a long fucking way to go. I also would like to live in a Eugene Hutz dictatorship where everyone is gorgeous in quite a bizarre way, completely fucking insane, and constantly having sex. The outfits would all have lots of bright colors and odd scarves and communist medallions and such. And everyone would realize how pointless life is anyway and explode all the foundations of fear and stress that life implies. And we'd never get tired, hung over, or sad, and the food and booze would all be exceptional. I think if there is a God after all, albeit one who's too lazy to ever call his kids, and there is a heaven, and not one with these homoerotic Aryan angels with no stains on their gorgeous, rippling robes of blinding white, this crazy anarchy of pleasure must be it.

As I watch my weekend disappear before it even comes

It seems like the American social and educational system is telling us, "You can only really be successful and a worthwhile person someday if you are absolutely sodomized by your scheduele and commitments. You should live your life so that you are so stressed out that you should shatter into pieces should anyone hit you with a stick." But I am becoming more and more of a college admissions whore, it would seem, without even realizing it.