Blog-azic

When I was a younger man and aspiring to find an institution where I could pursue an higher education, my father gave me some potent advice, which - for reasons even Emmerson could not fathom - has stuck in my mind and guided my heart (and body my association) since. He told me, "Christopher, you should go where you are wanted because where you are wanted, there you are cared for." He told me this as an appeal to choose Ohio University over Oberlin College. Now, Oberlin and its college called to my heart. I dreamed of studying music at the Conservatory, of being a young and learning progressive. But Oberlin, it seems, didn't want me. At least not much. I was denied admittance to the Conservatory and received a meek $8,000 in financial aid, which left a total balance of $24,000 for the first year and possibly the full amount afterwards. Ohio University, on the other hand, offered me a four-year full tuition schollarship, room and board included as well as book money. They

Mas picturas... I make it down to the beach just about every day now. About Thursday or Friday when I finished up printing t-shirts at the studio, me and banjer went down to Playa Maria. I sat down under a palm tree next to a couple of kids. Singin' and playin' away. When the boy went off to surf, I talked to the girl. Julie from Detroit. "Oh. We're neighbors, really," I said. "I'm from Ohio." These little shells (the one on the left is about as big as your thumb nail) are about my most favorite. The mollusks inside cling to the rocks near the water that are partly exposed to the air. They cling hard because they get pounded by the waves. I use them extensively in my necklace making. Check out banjer in the last pic. He's wearing a necklace I made for him. Even banjer wants to feel pretty. A palm tree blowing in the wind at Playa Escalada (there's tons of beachs here). It reminds me of a Yanice, who I met at el banco today. She said, "F

Hey ya'll some pics from my time here thus far. Damn. Check out those colors! That's laundry on the line, balcony outback of the house. Jungle's in the background. Yesterday, Grandpa and I went to the chicken fights: Guellera la Monseratte (that's the chicken pit). Well, guess what happens right as soon as I get in there. They're taking the chickens out that just fought, and something falls down onto my toes. It's red. And spotty. Yep. BLOOD. SPOOKY!! Goin' to the pit? Leave the Chaco's at home. OK. I was NOT disgusted by the fights, but not that interested either. Most of the time, the fight goes for 15 mins. then they stop it. But sometimes a chicken scores a death blow, which completely cripples its opponent. That's pretty cool to see. And if the chickens don't want to fight? Well, too damn bad!! You gotta fight! There's this rooster under the seat of the judge, and if the cocks stop fighting, he lets it loose on 'em. That gets 'em

This is gotta be the most expensive blog post I've ever made. $1 per ten minutes, plus tax. So I ain't got time to check any spellings or use the backspace button. The public library in Rincon won't let me onto my blog or my social networks. Rude. OK. I was feelin' soo stressed before I came down here. Had the trip on my mind: getting me and my grandpap down here, plus his truck (and it's not here, yet). Also had that girl on my mind again. Damn. Just when I find a girl, I go and leave the continental US. Smooth move, Exlax. But, now I'm much better. Life is easy down here. This morn' grandpa showed me all the fruit trees around his house. Mangos, oranges, grapefruit, coconut, avacado. Most of them have fruit, too. Took a couple of machettes and whacked back the jungle that springs up in this perpetually beautiful weather. It's the rainy season (the cool season). Temperatures in the mid-eighties. Gentle rain every afternoon. And tourist season is just st

Well, I'm all packed. Out the door at 7 a.m. And, I'm not sure when I'll be near a computer again, so be patient. I'll write you all at the earliest possible convenience. Until then, I've changed the podcast feature. First, it will no longer start automatically when the page loads. That automatic start feature annoyed the hell out of me: anytime I wanted to read the blog I had to pause that thing. Becuase I don't want to hear those recordings. I was there. Second, new color! Oh my god, it's pink! Can you say 'adorable'?! Third, I've taken away some songs and kept others. And, I've even added two new songs. 'The Letter' is one I just put together a few weeks ago. Did it all in one night, so it's a bit janky here and there. Maybe I'll get around to re-recording it someday... The song is a fancy about a boy who travels across the sea, leaving behind a girl whom he loves. And, he could not bear to tell her goodbye, so he steals aw

Took a road trip this weekend. A farewell tour of Ohio. First stop, Buckeye Donuts, High Street, Columbus. Reason being: sitting way off in the corner, reading a book about the wonders of fermented food, Claretheconte. We had just about a swell time in the Old Capital City: food, coffee, walking, talking. When we parted, I turned my Chevy Impala, Enterprise Rent-a-Car south and east heading for Athens. Snuck into the co-op to find that Z. and Colt had started the party without me. I had to drink an old bottle of mad dog just to catch up. Colt's got a new kid: a puppy. A very cute puppy. The cutest thing I've ever seen. Chilled for a bit then headed to the Union to check out the Makebelieves show. There's still many people down there who've never seen me without the beard. Like this girl, Liz, who used to live with me. She walks up to the bar and I'm like, "Damn, this girl doesn't even see me." So I start yelling to her, "Hey! Girl! Hey, Lisa! Lisa