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March 15, 2007
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I was thinking about naming this entry “The Smoky Man” and writing about my bus ride home the other day—how the bus driver smoked his cigarettes: one, two, four, ten—one after another without caring about anyone else’s health or bus ride experience. And how the smoke lingered and swayed back and forth. Back and forth like an old ship traversing murky water. Back and forth, as he drove on and on and on. And then I realized: he’ll probably just end up driving himself right to Death one day.
And then how will I get home?
I was thinking about naming this entry “Weekend Plans” and writing about my upcoming trip to Holbox Island. I had my facts ready, I have my food ready, but I need sometime to get myself ready.
I’m sure you know how to use Google or Wikipedia if you need to.
I was thinking about naming this entry “Miss Piggy” and sharing how my class was disturbed the other day in the UADY by Mexican students holding piggy-banks, asking for us to donate money for those ignorant, selfish Mexican students that disrespectfully and inexcusably destroyed the Centro yesterday. They claimed their actions were a mistake and they just wanted to make a statement to Bush. That’s what sent them to jail. That’s why they need money for bail. I claim that their story just doesn’t make sense. I think to myself, “Well, at least they’re not alone in the slammer.”
I wonder if Mexican jails have air conditioning. I hope for their sake that there’s not.
Again I find myself believing that the whole thing really is just bullshit. Or, as Dra. Shrimpton would say in her explosively obvious British accent, “It’s hogwash.”
I was thinking about naming this entry “Profundo” and sharing with you the details of a major project that I’ve been working on for my antropologia class. The book I’m reading, you see, is named “Mexico Profundo”. But for the book to actually be profound, you actually have to read it and be here with me.
But you’re not, so I think I’ll pass again.
I was thinking about naming this entry “Mexican Baby” to share with you the news of Gabby’s baby shower, or “Otro Dia” to share with you song lyrics from Jon Secada, or “Mole” or “Marzo”, “Papeleria” or “Oxo”. Or I might have called it “Registration” just because that’s what seems to be on my mind now.
When’s my date Wolverine Access?
So I’m thinking that my thinking wasn’t about anything substantial to write a whole entry on.
And since thinking never hurt anyone, I think that I’ll just think some more…
Posted by jlsumich at March 15, 2007 11:53 AM