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2005-06-17T14:15:00.000-06:00

is where the hole is.

Down and Out in...

2005-06-03T08:50:00.000-06:00

South America has produced two sweet stereotypical events.

1. I was robbed buy two police officers who accused me of having sex in the street (I did not). They only got about ten bucks.
(Not this guy)

2. School was closed today because protesting students occupiued the administration building.

What a pynch!

PostVille

2005-05-31T13:24:00.000-06:00

Saturday was the birthday of my friend Lindsay. For said occasion a party was given by non other than our esteemed profesor Carlos (Barb is in love with Carlos). His house is next door to the big yellow one. Lindsay had a few to many piscos and tried to make out with an elder.

We then proceded to a totally sweet gay bar for a feminist benifit party.
Later I had troubs on Barb`s patio. I think I may not actually know any spanish.

Argentina

2005-05-24T19:49:00.000-06:00

is cheap

blowin`up the spot

2005-05-18T16:19:00.000-06:00

I passed out the Lelis E.P.s I brought with me last night after their smash success debut. The three (very stoned) Chilean boys who were lucky enough to recive them were extreemly happy about the fact.

I would apreciate a percentage off the gross of any procedes that will enevetibly come from an already budding world wide fame.

Mystery Meat!

2005-05-17T09:09:00.000-06:00

Sometimes it´s hard to really pick out where you want to eat. You have been walking for a long time, your tired, your hungry and your travel companions are starting to grate on your nerves. Perhaps you don´t know the area you´re in. You may under these conditions stop into a hole in the wall old people feed lot. Under these conditions you may be served some type of mystery meat. This may be the worst tasting thing you have ever eaten, or it may be tolarable.

You may (not so hypothetically) later find out that it was blood sausage. There may or may not also have been a little worm in your ice cream.

The Secret!

2005-05-14T11:30:00.000-06:00

I have discovered the secret to speaking spanish. It is much easier than I had thought. The use of flashcards, translation dictionaries and rote memorization is fucking bullshit.

The REAL secret is something I call the three beer rule. It works as follows.

1. Drink three or more beers
2. You can now speak and understand spanish

P.S.
They returned the modem.

la maquiña de miscommunication

2005-05-11T12:09:00.000-06:00

So ok, I can talk or whatever, but not in spanish. Maybe ask for an empañada and a beer, but not really talk about anything. Its goddammed frustrating when you are in a spanish speaking country. Esspecially when you live with a very nice, but goddamed frustrated spanish speaking family.

Scenario:

The family is out doing something they told me about in a language I don´t understand. A very nice looking man in a very nice looking uniform comes to the door, prim and propper with clipboard and everything. He gets it across that the modem is broken and he needs to look at it. I show him into the room with the computer. He unscrews the modem, puts it under his shoulder and hands me a work order. Then he leaves.

When the family gets home, I show them the info after trying to bumble through telling me what happened. A total goddammed freakout ensues. I am never to let anyone inside the house seems to be the gist of the conversation. Where the modem is, I don´t know.

I did however get straight fucking A´s. I´m good at something somewhere.

Clarkhole.

2005-05-09T11:47:00.000-06:00

Not dead.

2005-05-05T15:32:00.000-06:00

Pynch?

2005-05-05T15:27:00.000-06:00

You may have been wondering, "what the hell is Pynch"? Well this frog if fucking pynched, so there.

Thomas "Pynch"on

2005-04-30T17:09:00.000-06:00

Dude, what a pynch.

blog finally justified

2005-04-28T14:07:00.000-06:00

A reason for the season!