deluge

last night's rain will be talked about on utila for a long time.


in front of the fire station golf carts had to be pushed through
force five (ok, three) rapids while the local kids stood around
laughing at ex-pats who, obviously, had never had to drive through
a low water crossing on memorial day week-end. (it was fun)


couple this with ankle deep red mud all over all (both) of the streets,
great balls of fire in the sky, lightning that gave you less than two seconds
warning before the peal of loud, proud thunder, and you've got yourself
a world class theme park.


not since hurricane mitch have i experienced a rain like that.


and i watched it all from the over-the-water deck of the tranquila bar
listening to robert johnson, sonny boy williamson, b.b. king, and
stevie ray vaughn blast out a back beat full of blues.

and i did it with a cold salva vida in my hand.

i love this place!

losing touch

massive clouds...incessant rain...

gamma rays...you're breaking up...

can hear what sounds like blues coming from the tranquila bar speakers...

i'm going to try to swim there...

last chance to find another living human being................................................

what!?

I just tripped over a dog on the way to the outhouse and am now in the chamber room at midnight trying to clean myself up with as much iodine and triple antibiotic as i can put together.

I really don't drunk i was that think. I'm so far blaming the whole incident on the fact that there is no light in that part of the yard. And the fact that mercury is in retrograde.

Mercury is starting to piss me off.

Otherwise i'm ok.

While i was lying there listening to said dog bark ("help, help; there's a humanoid lying prostrate in my walkway.") i had a chance to think about a few things. the first of which was "at least i didn't fall into a BIG pile of dogshit."

al gore won the no bull prize for peace. it must be a hell of a lot colder in sweden than i thought.

while spewing 60 cubic tons of carbon dioxide a month into the same atmosphere he's so concerned about saving by flying his very own personal private jet around giving speeches
to people who have no clue about what he's vomiting but who like his new haircut anyway.

(i think i must be in the first stages of antibiotic euphoria now; ordinarily i wouldn't give a crap about anything remotely concerned with al do anything if you just say you love me gore.)

my life is starting to pass before my eyes now, i'm sure i don't have much longer.

well, that wasn't very exciting. but there were a few highlights.

i'm sorry jamie but you were just so damned cute i just couldn't help but pull your hair in homeroom.

and ms. johnson if they haven't caught us by now i feel safe in saying that was the best afternoon of my life.

sheep lie.