Help yourself to my "s'more goes blog"! You'll find trackeds and endtrials through S/SE Asia, my Pan-American overland wanderings, SoCal, and always bridges to and through the Middle Kingdom. Expect only occasional updates now from Jets, Journal, Wonder and environs.
January 31, 2006We've Got Crabs!
and other creature drawings Utila, Bay Islands, Honduras ![]() This beauty was hanging out in a hole behid the classroom with his little crab buddies. As soon as they hear aproaching footsteps, they scoot into their hideaways. After crouching in anticipation over the hole for longer than I'd care to admit, this handsome fella locked himself in the closet and crawled into a swim fin. He was in my hands at last. I had to draw quickly, because he soon figured out to create leverage against my fingers and pinch me repeatedly. The encounter ended suddenly and painfully (at least on my part) followed by a mad, seaward scramble (on his part), leaving me humbled and alone... The fiddlers are easier to catch, and far more numerous. They skitter across the mangroves and mudflats in vacant lots.This Macaw was confiscated by the Honduran government after it had been illegally captured for sale and it now belongs to a resident of Utila who is in the process of creating a bird sanctuary. His home in the mangrove swamp is surrounded by dozens of spanish-speaking parrots. In the mornings, he works at the cinema/coffee shop, and his birds ride in with him on his bike. They like peanuts. ![]() These are the French boys we ferried over with. They know lots of good Django Jazz tunes. They were all in my open water SCUBA certification class.I've been diving eight times so far, and each time I see things I've never seen before. Yesterday, one of the dive instructors took me down with a slate so I could draw fish underwater. I used my sketches to do more finished drawings above the surface. Below is a Hogfish (Lachnolaimus maximus) and his companion is a Bar Jack (Caranx ruber). I saw them foraging in the sand together at 22 meters near a shipwreck at the edge of the coral reef. There is lots to see without ever leaving the dock. Last week, during the weekly dive-shop party, two moray eels could be seen mating, illuminated, next to the dock in 3 feet of water as booty music blasted from the speakers, while relaxing divers sipped on Nicaraguan rum... We are sticking around longer than originally planned. I'll be working on some murals (in exchange for diving and cash) while I'm here, and am hoping to do some volunteering for the Iguana Research and Breeding Station, sampling for the island's endemic endangered Swamper, or Wishiwilly, as the locals call it (Ctenosaura bakeri).
January 30, 2006My Sham Wife for a Temporary Tattoo
Or, Why are Cracker Jack Prizes Still So Lame? Utila Island, Honduras I gave in and bought Cracker Jacks for the first time in probably five years. Tasty as ever. It was fifty cents well spent. But does anyone else remember how Cracker Jack prizes used to be, well, not lame? Where are the temporary tattoos? Where the decoders? Even a sticker would be nice. Wanna see what I got? I bet I could find someone to wear this on their lapel. Visit the photo set to see my surprise. January 27, 2006 Updates for the BlogosphereAfter Two Dirty Weeks in Latin America from Utila Island, Honduras Ahoy, mateys! Susan and I are hanging out on a pirate island, arr! While Susan gets her scuba certification, I've just been writing, writing, writing. No time for a blog update of consequence now. You'll get to read all about our journey through the Yucatan, our jaunt through Belize, our visit to Tikal in Guatemala, the robbery in Rio Dulce on the Honduras border, and the second robbery in Honduras on the same day once we publish THE BOOK, otherwise known as Work in Progress, or A Day as Tramps and Other Days.
January 13, 2006Leaving Internet Territory
For About Two Weeks And Celebrating Susan's Birthday The title says it all, doesn't it? See you on the other side! Jots of JoshuaMi libreta pequena notes from the trip Do you read what I wrote? In my little notebook on this trip? If you've any inclination, surf on over to mi libreta de viajes flickr set. January 12, 2006Pigs' Heads, Medicinal Plants and More
Sketches from our Mexican ramblings Cuernevaca/Tepoztlan/Ocotitlan, Morelos, Mexico When I first arrive in a new city (at least on in a predominantly Catholic country), I am first drawn to the church in the center. When I traveled around Italy, I ended up in some 40 churches, with my sketchbook. It was always the easiest way to meet people, and go from there. This is the cathedral in downtown Cuernevaca on the right. After a week or so of getting to know Cuernevaca, Joshua and I took the bus to Tepoztlan. Tepoztlan is a small, touristic village in a valley surrounded by moutains. At nightfall, we wandered up the path to stake out a flat patch of forest on the moutainside to sleep. An hour or so before sunrise, we began to climb higher. From our vantage, we could see the lights of the town, and hear the barking of a hundred dogs, the crowing of a hundred roosters, and the braying of perhaps a dozen mules. We lounged about waiting for the stars to fade so we had better light to keep climbing. ![]() After a bit of exploring, we wandered back down to the town, and perused the markets for avocados (5 for 10 pesos!) and freshly baked pecan cakes. The above drawing of the butcher shop (La Carniceria) was drawn from our table at the bakery. The Pigs'´head (La Cabeza del Cerdo) was hanging over the cash register a few shops down the line. Later that afternoon, our ramblings and a 5 peso (fifty cent) bus ride took us to San Domingo de Ocotitlan, a neighboring pueblo. There we met and stayed with our new campesino friend, Beto. When we arrived, he was working on a drum made from a hollowed out avocado tree log with cowhide stretched over the top. When asked what he called the drum, he responded simply ¨instrumentos prehispanicos." The man in the drawing was a neighbor who came over to help with the drum. According to he, beto and the other man in his company, he had just celebrated his hundredth birthday the previous weekend. The next morning, we woke up early, and spent the day wandering around the mountains and valleys with our campesino guide. He stopped every few feet to cut wildflowers, and ask me to carry them. He would also stop and gather up pinecones and fallen leaves and admire them before handing them over to me. I recognized some of the plants to the family or genus level because of my experience with botany classes at the University of Michigan. When I offered him the latin genus names of some plants, he would smile and nod in what I could only presume was recognition. He picked a small white flower and said "Este es gordolobo. Se usa para la tos." (This is used to treat the cough). The flower had a striking resemblance to one that grows on the shores of the Great Lakes, Anaphalis margaritacea, or ´Pearly Everlasting`. The Odawa use it as a smudge, and as a component of Kinnikinnick, a ceremonial smoking mixture. I later showed my drawing to a Mexican ethnobotanist, and he said it was Gnaphalium.When we returned to Beto´s house in the pueblo, he gave us a delicious fleshy fruit he called chirimoya (guanabana) and made teas from several of the plants we´d collected. He has invited us back for a temezcàl, or sweatlodge this weekend. January 10, 2006Technology's Revenge
Or, Formatting My Wintell Machine In Cuernavaca I may be away for a few days while I back up all my data and reformat the machine I carry in my backpack. I wonder if this has something to do with the Windows Meta patch that I downloaded a few days ago. A few days too late? Is the patch faulty? I'm getting messages about my tcpip.sys file and then the computer dumps all the physical memory. As with any Winblows machine, it could use a thorough cleaning anyway. I just hope that if there are viruses on it that I can get all the boot sectors and any peripheral devices disinfected. Any suggestions? Anyone want to pass on info on installing dual-boot linux on a Compaq laptop? Or any suggestions in general? Thanks! January 08, 2006The Power of Loving Kindness
-Itivuttaka Sutta HopeAlbert Einstein on Socialism
With Commentary From Your Narrator From El Barco Azul, Cuernavaca, Mexico From Albert Einstein's essay, "Why Socialism?" This essay was originally published in the first issue of the socialist magazine Monthly Review, May 1949. I stumbled across this magazine article while still in Eugene, Oregon. Things are really happening there. I find the article poignant, brilliant, and enlightening. With all the socialist/collectivist/anarchist/cooperative exciting things happening throughout the American continent, I consider this essay required reading. If you want to read the whole essay, maybe it's online, or maybe it's at a local underground bookshop or library. You're getting what I consider to be the highlights. After explaining why it is necessary for non-experts to comment on socio-economic matters, Einstein reaches "the point where [he] may indicate briefly what to [him] constitutes the essence of the crisis of our time." "It concerns the relationship of the individual to society. The individual has become more conscious than ever of his dependence upon society. But he does not experience this dependence as a positive asset, as an organic tie, as a protective force, but rather as a threat to his natural rights, or even to his economic existence. Moreover, his position in society is such that the egotistical drives of his make-up are constantly being accentuated, while his social drives, which are by nature weaker, progressively deteriorate. All human beings, whatever their position in society, are suffering from this process of deterioration. Unknowingly prisoners of their own egotism, they feel insecure, lonely, and deprived of the naïve, simple, and unsophisticated enjoyment of life. Man can find meaning in life, short and perilous as it is, only through devoting himself to society.[Your narrator's comments: Are these subjects still taboo? Luckily, no. But I'll tell you what should be: domination! In an ideal future, even talking about exploitation and plunder will be the real taboo.] In my opinion, the only difference between 1949 and 2006 is the scale of personal enslavement and cultural/environmental destruction. And whereas socialists of Einstein's era were aware of the spectre and real risks of a strong centralized socialist government, there were no real solutions. Today, the new tools of the internet--the new infrastructures percolating in the silicon--could be doing away with a human big brother. As I mentioned earlier with computers designing things that men do not understand, the machines are the (in)visible hands of the market. They're humanizing the scale of the economy because people can do business with each other one-on-one. Bartering becomes easier. Connecting to other like-minded individuals is a breeze. The hives of different tribes buzz ever faster. It is ok to fear the double-edged power of the net--understanding/too much information, surveilance/exhibitionism, control/freedom, domination/subversion, etc.--exposure, vulnerabitity, the "net" brings, we must connect with the digital nervous system. But it is not ok to disconnect. The socialism of the future may very be guided by a benevolent monarch we now call a computer or a network or The Internet. I am not saying we're going to necessarily start have conversations with our computers, but their presense in our lives seems unlikely to decrease. We're going to need to start treating the computers as part of the self. Teaching them what humans are. We are creating them, after all. For the time being. As I continue my journeys from Mexico into South America, I hope to share with you gentle readers just a taste of what is happening, what is possible. We are creating new infrastructures and, with it, the future. Holding hands, we humans, reflecting upon ourselves with our technology, can reach new understandings of spirit, community, life, and society. This is socialism. All of the colors of the rainbow. Not the slaughter and gulags of the 20th century. The crisis of late capitalism that we experience now is more disturbing, more powerful, and potentially more catastrophic than it was when Einstein wrote the above essay in 1949. Now we have the tools to gaze upon this messy world as through a crystal ball. The technological nervous system of our electric consciousness is that gazing ball. The oligarchs are just as brutal now as they've ever been. And it is our job compassionate inhabitants of this planet to deprive them of the resources to destroy it. With the stealth and cunning of angelic-demons, we must take individual action and then share what we have learned. We have the potential to change the course of history, but there will be no superstars. In the words of William Gass, there will only be "drafts of fans." Jack in. Turn on. Integrate. The new call of the tribes. There's nowhere to run, folks.] January 06, 2006Our Dear Public...
We've Been Busy In Cuernavaca Susan promises an update tomorrow, but just to make sure you know we haven't forgotten you, I'm posting this message.Here is the first half of my flickr set of pics of Lucha Libre in Cuernavaca, Morelos, Mexico (revolution country) Here's what's happening at 10:55PM, which should be viewed with Unicode (UTF-8) after having downloaded basic Chinese character sets. Josh(乔先生在墨西哥) says:哦。我飞了 AKI爱 Say say say you love me不顾一切狠狠爱 [L+ +V+E] says: 哪里去 AKI爱 Say say say you love me不顾一切狠狠爱 [L+ +V+E] says: 去哪里 Josh(乔先生在墨西哥) says: 不要去如何地方。要更新换代我的blog. 要跟你聊天儿 Josh(乔先生在墨西哥) says: 两次我梦见你啊 AKI爱 Say say say you love me不顾一切狠狠爱 [L+ +V+E] says: 吗 梦到 干什么了 Yes, what did you dream? January 02, 2006Mielita (little honey)Sunrise at Pierre's HouseAfter staying out all night to celebrate the new year, this was the view from "the boat" in Barrio las Carolinas, Cuernavaca, Mexico.
January 01, 2006to the countryside!
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