….I’ve been here for years, 51 as flesh and sangre, 4 as ones and zeros and pixels, if you’re rocking mad STEM. I’d like to say I don’t but I just did. Enough of the wackness from the pastness. Let’s head down to the field for an in-def interview with myself: Yo: Buenas dias senor […]Read More Don’t call it a combover, er, comeback, er, IFLAG en FLA: The Decision 2017
So these three youthful Midwesterners are at NYC’s La Guardia airport baggage claim abuzz with anticipatory crackish then/Red Bullish ahora pre-embarking adrenaline rush exclusive to both visitors and residents of Gotham and maximum security prisons. What today would have been a text and/or tweet shared among friends we the public actually participated – okay eavesdropped […]Read More The Verdad La Mexicana Comida Esta Out There….
Praise Allah, Jah, Yahweh, Nietzsche y todos Los Dios por MLBeisbol esta en el aire. Literally, for me en Chicago aqui. The Wrigley Field extreme makeover be better both seen and heard from the friendly confines of our balcony – at least until urinegate passes. Our apt complex’s western facing facade glows eves awash in […]Read More Man, Nacho, Nachoman or Super Nachoman?
Amazing times these. Diga me dudes and doo-dooettes: as a longstanding member of Facebookaholics Anonymous I’ll never know whether parsley might have ever accepted el amigo request para mi, let alone cilantro’s, rosemary’s or basil’s. One thing, that I do know there’s a lot of ruins in Meso-po-tamia uh uh uh uh uh oh uh….sorry but […]Read More How happy am I my parsley has a Facebook page?
For the purpose of repeating myself without sounding the dementia alarm, and por que the fog is lifting from a hazy 1Am post-work Netflixing of Dr. Who among the Aztecs – is that yage I in my Early Grey or did I actually hear Montezuma rock a limey accent? – I’m gonna add a dish […]Read More No Chingano Cumin en mi Chile Con Carne