Having a hoot.

Thursday night was my last day in honduras after a two week scuba diving trip. I was in san pedro sula, and I met some people who were intersted in grabbing a few drinks. At this out of the way but really chill bar, a drum circle started and I joined in. This garifuna dude pulled out some other unique instruments, including a conch shell with the point cut off, essentially makng a kind of trumpet. I asked to try, and after rocking out for a bit (i had once played trumpet), I mentioned how i'd love to have one so I could practice. In addition to a few overtones, I was able to get intermediate tones by inserting my hand into the shell. I was blown away when he gifted me this prized instrument, saying it was good luck to meet me. I felt the same way.

today is...

...the day before winter solstice.
...the day i handed in my last paper for the semester.
...the day that got me to work an hour later because of a transit strike (and i walk).
...the day that started yesterday.
...the day i made a rather uninteresting post to a too neglected blog.

Nuptials

Here sits my brother, holding his head at his batchelor party. Over the next two days I became acutely aware of how insane and demanding his wife and mother-in-law can be. The wife came by 2 hours after the batchelor party had 'ended' (i.e. 9 am) and flipped out at the drunk men and other assorted party debris lying around the house. Then at the wedding reception, the mother-in-law's dissatisfaction with the arrangements changed her into a fire-breathing dragon. I was then venemously attacked for no apparent reason except for being the best man, and was asked to leave. Very disappointing. I wonder how much my brother will be holding his head now with these 2 bitches holding the reigns in his life.

My neighborhood

My life seems to revolve around these 5 blocks of Broadway. My flat, work, cleaners, etc are all right here. Sometimes I wonder if developing connections in local communities helps deepen connections to the greater community as well.

Killington, VT

We climb to gain a new perspective. Sometimes a good view can help frame and provide context for action. I wonder how high we can get...

Salingers

"Tully on the rocks" were the first words I croaked out at this bar to conclude a 15 day vow of silence once. Three nights ago I drank beer in the rain with my brother. It is interesting to me how rituals, including the use of alcohol and other intoxicants, are used to mark or elevate the significance of events.

Taxi!

Been taking a lot of taxi's lately. As is typical in my neighborhood, the driver here spoke no English. Fortunately the beautiful summer morning needed no translation.

Greetings

Hello! These are my feet, striped by the sun through the webbing of my hand-made sandals. They recently contained my wanderlust as I trekked though Guatemala and Honduras. While there I started writing, something that I envision myself doing but which has so far been met with fear and trepidation. What if I write something that is wrong or just plain horrible? Can I live up to the demands of literary responsibility, and write things worth reading? Well, this blog is an experiment, so beware. There are no guarantees, for it serves merely as a landscape upon which to put down words, one after another like footsteps, to see where they lead.