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on top of everything else, th day after i send my last posting, that’ll be two weeks tomorrow, i guess, i

finally make it back to vega baja after ummm-a week, i guess, since driving into san juan v’spera d reyes, 5th

of january, & th beach house had bn broken into: th big magnavox tv set, th microwave oven from downstairs, my

new am/fm clock radio still in th box…all of these were gone, plus, we found out later, when dr.dad showed up

th next day, a new set of screwdrivers & a mercury lamp also in its box… so anyway… i’m not 100% sure

i’ll really do it, but i’m telling myself i’ll rent an imac for th next four weeks or so, catch up on

my…adult internet socializing…?? so anyway… i’m certainly reading a lot these days…’poland’ by

michener!! got into it for a while, but i tried to switch gears after a hundred or so pages of ‘los detectives

salvajes’ by roberto bola~o, who co-wrote th book i based my screenplay on & nearly strippd an aesthetic

gear…i’m also hopscotching my way around ‘generaton x’ by douglas coupland, which has some weird

intersections in tone & attitude w/ roberto’s book. very good, too. there was something else i was reading in

installments…’th cast of characters’? something else…? thought i might make it into old san juan for

sunday night’s final fiesta d san sebastian blowout & a little dancing in th streets…nope. am i turning

agoraphobic? haven’t even managed to drag myself to th grocery store for my obligatory breakfast staple,

pineapple juice…after i’m finishd here (soapy’s internet station, facing th bay between tourism piers two &

three) i’ll stop @ pueblo de diego & stock up for th week- yogurt, juice, water, greens, onions, calabaza…

so anyway…twenty minutes until one in th morning…friend ray may wake me up tomorrow to drive out to vega

baja & give me some tips on shelf making, basic carpentry…okey, ray… i cd use a mentor in brick & mortar &

concrete work- it wd be great to make a little office out of th dead space th upstairs terrace has become los

pillos put a long driftwood trunk thru th last bit of picture window there to get into th second story! how

th-?? no scrapes, no blood, nothing on th jagged points of th small, irregular opening- this guy’s an outlaw

yogi or something…! oh, ok…basta for now…
abrazos a tutti,

Written by morituri

January 25th, 2000 at 12:44 pm

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