bruised chin lazy saturday belly full of peanuts.

Not that I remember it in great detail due to the motivating effects of alcohol,

but last night I took my violin (yeah, look out...some silly bastard lent me one!)

to a SOn Jauracho gig (its a traditional music style in Veracruz, loads of little uke style guitars, flamenco style dancing in the place of drums, and the teeth of cattle skulls, stroked to create a maraca style sound. it goes off. heaps of young people get into it and so do I)

yep, so the point of my ramble, is that I played with the team (and I must have played with force, becuase my chin hurts) and slugged from the goon jug and it was bliss.

woke this morning, wandered to the outdoor kitchen on the corner and got me a pinapple juice and a fat gordita, with potato, nopale (a cactus), and red salsa... and walked home via the lake...

smiling the whole way.

I am ridiculously happy, but ever mindful of the persistent stupidity of things in the world. Im living in a bit of a vacuum here, Mex news never covers international stuff, unless the pope scratches his left cheek...

but locally, to reaffirm what a fucking idiot Vincente Fox is... he just made a statement that ´´Mexicans in the USA work in lousy lousy conditions and get treated like crap. Even worse, sometimes, than the negros´´

good one boss, fuckwit.

if anyone knows of any good articles on economic theory from an anarchist or autonomous perspective, particularly critiques of taxation ad labour... am writing a wee something on street working youth.

ps. sorry I neglect you. I dont mean it, really.

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I discovered once again that I am an aethiest... this weekend past.

I unknowingly have moved in with a modern rock christian who sleeps with the US flag at night and the sounds of acapela xmas carol cds. sigh.

and he also has a hillsong cd which I enjoys playing just to wind me up. yep. hillsong have made it to mexico people. praise the dollars.

and i remembered that its not just me who cant ride bikes drunk... my mate smashed my bike up... poor little orange girl. shes in the bike hospital for repairs again.

anyone got any good cake recipes they wanna post? mexicans eat a hella lot of sugary bread but there isnt good cake in sight...

Ive been challenged to a cook off by a friend... piece of cake mate...

 

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Im a bad friend.

Im stuck in the land of make stuff with your hands... waiting for the wind to change and the land to change to write project proposals about informal economy, buskers and punks... after that perhaps the land of blog.

Im almost done with two zines. my first.

if you want them, chuck me ya address...

see you back here soon.

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life good.

new house. lake.

mmm... bruised ribs, cough cough.

big sun. new moon coming... ah.

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Im at the international rainbow in Catemaco, Veracruz...

well near there atleast. we hitched down in a tidy 9 hours from Xalapa, me a this dude that is gonna move into my room on the weekend when I move to Josefat and Mitchels place on the lake. long story. pretty funny one too... save it for later.

I await the attack of families of ticks to my fragile white loin aswell... the blotchy naked buttocks of my many friends there are frightening warning signals.

its the most beautiful place in the world here. fresh breezes, a whole shit load of sunshine, a waterfall, lots of cow poo, frequent hammock prints on brown backs, many a quebecqua, endless cups of coffee and the cheapest of the cheap tabacco. there seems to be a bit of drought with the weed, which is amusing for such a gathering.

what am I doing here¡?

 

 

 

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I am darting back to Xalapa from Palenque at highest speeds possible in peak tourist season without a hitching buddy... have a couple of tempting reasons barracking for my return, but more likely I am fleeing that half way mark in any adventure... dont know if you experience it too, but man, when I hit the half way point its all about the countdown and the restriction of plans... i fuggen loathe it. yeah, its psychological so I should be able to beat it... but Im lazy, and I kinda like to follow inertia... going to kidnapp some xalapa bussies and go camping on the coast for the rest of the week...

man, there are so many stupid hippies here! lucky I wear my dread credentials... talk about snooty. they dont even smell funny and they all eat in the expensive tourist hostel restuarant. The place where I stayed was the Arts factory in Byron... (which I have always avoided)

have the odour of detergent in my nostrils, they are mopping around me as I tap tap tap in the second class bus station. also am trying very hard to block out the jerry springer style programme blasting over the men hollering bus destinations and the bad pop. (Id rather just the bad pop)

bus comes in 5... better kick sticks cabrones.

Im heading to Tabasco state to do some sniffin.

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Im sunburnt. and I still cant juggle.

the story of late goes, that I met a lovely chica in a photocopying shop in San Cristobal and suddenly found myself staying in Ocosingo and asking her father for permission to leave the house.

Ocosingo is where heaps of the 94 fighting between the Zapatistas and the military went down. Now whats left are some reclaimed indigenous lands partially fenced in by hideous 70s military housing, barbed wire fences and the dudes with big guns who look like ninja turtles.

Its been fucking eye opening, inspiring and heartbreaking all at once.

been hanging out at ruins late at night with fruity middle aged archeologists.

in really bad taste bars

and with really bad taste ham and mayonnaise sangas...

swaddled by the incredible mountains that surround this little patch of concrete.

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I am drunk...

so excuse any bad spelling that may occur.

and this net cafe has been playing the bee gees, so all can be excused.

after a sublime week of stalking strangers in Oaxaca (they had a ghetto blaster, so like I like to do regularly... when I encounter people with ghetto blasters, I followed them)

and leaving knickers on beaches, and hats on pick up trucks,

and walking moutain tops and puttin mates on buses back to Mex city...

I find myself  alone in Chiapas..

well, kinda alone.

san cristobal doesnt have much of a nightlife... but of what there is, I found myself a punk band and am staying at there place... where there are irish women who get me drunk for breakfast...

life could be worse...

 

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boys and girls. my poo-dar is totally has been malfunctioning lately. Either its the obscene amount of dirty liquor I consumed over the weekend or some serious fatigue... or Im just un-co... actually, it could be because I was bragging about my great poo-dar to Lara only last week...

yeah. the dogs got me a good un today.

Xalapa is tops when the suns out, more tops. Sadly the rumour is that march is the month of the chipi, chipi... a particularly annoying rain phenomenon. Its hardly rain really, its like niggling wetness without the orgasm. I just want it to bucket down... an then go away so I can see the beautiful mountains that surround us better.

on the upside, when its soggy I take a lot more notice of the hints of the pastel blues, peaches and yellows through white washed walls, and soak up any hint of bright colour on the many brightly coloured buildings. Every doorway looks intriguing when you`re getting wet.

but today the heat was sharp and I was sweaty. Dom and I kicked around town with backpacks full of paper and a ukealayyyylee, pretending to be lead by our grandeous imaginery penises (well, my imaginery one atleast). Its a crowd pleaser. Yeah, Dom an old mate from home and UTS is here... and his alter ego RODney has been hanging out too... its tops!

I have a wicked pimple... so its double good having dom around. Santangelo`s dont squeeze... hes giving me a lot of motivational talks. So far, volcanic erruption is in tact and unsqueezed. not very fun but.

next week I plan on wagging... I love that word, it reminds me of the piss huts opposite maccas and penrith high. we`re headed southwards to oaxaca and more sunshine we hope... me for 3 weeks (ill go to chiapas too), dom just the one sadly.

we are officially banned from house parties by our landlords after the weekends antics.

Xalapa had its Rio-imitation carnaval thing... which is just a big coke ad really, some wheel barrows of warm corn, confetti, beer with a whole lotta lime and salt in it, blonde chicas griating on the tops of the floats of beer companies, 8year old baton twirlers equally girating in little lycra numbers, the local govenor throwing tee shirts with his name on them to the crowd (which to my horror people actually wear), and a whole lot of drunk guys wearing a whole lot of hair gel.

I tried to shut off and pretend I was at MardiGras... at the good ole gaslight playing the jukebox and hoping that noone would check IDs.

My house was dangerously close to the parade...  you can fill in the rest Im sure. was a good night.

yeah, my landlord looks a whole lot like her dog. they both have boofy orangy brown frizzy hair... I swear the pet comparison thing has so much merit. note to self... never never never move into the house next door to your landlord. especially if your landlord thinks racist jokes are funny and has a PRI keyring. theyre otherwise very cordial people who give me oranges whenever I see them, but yeah... there are little issues.

Headed up the hill now to Matraca to hang with my favorite eleven year olds for a few hours. yeah, started work (hey sorry about all the yeahs, hanging with dom has done wonders for my aussie net accent, eh mate) a few weeks back in this awesome NGO that works with child workers and their families (when possible). (that explanation hardly did justice... do a google if you`re interested, theres a lot on them/us) Im currently working with the young group, racking my brain for fun exercises around concepts of human rights and the rights of the child... so if anyone has any ideas. fark, they`re a sharp bunch. tough as nails. they give my heart a chinese burn (yeah, sammy w... i stole that from you).

big shout out to poodread and splatkat, who sounded a little over burdened in emails. hope yall cheer up over there!

and yeah anna... dude... as if I can get my links to work... I can barely remember my password. I blame pat.

Im off to work on the poo dar some more...

take care munchikins. x

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The sydney uni food coop sells these fanastic chilli chickpea snacks. (big ups to the food coopers, ps)

Jase bought a truck load before the summer... and I subsequently ate a truck load, and he discovered he didnt really like them.

Theres this god awful shopping mall in Xalapa, which I will call the future of humanity, because.. i dunno, people here kinda dig it and its just like penrith plaza... (some coincidence).

The only reason I go there... half an hour on the bus... is to buy the sydney uni food coop equivalent. theyre crisp, fresh, deep fried and

 here theyre even better cause they turn ya fingers red... (mmmm, so natural, so good)

Well, if the future of humanity is gonna include even more bars with metal seats and big hideous glass windows which allow better perving at the hideous people inside, and plastic wrapped hamburgers and ray ban sunglasses and fashionable army prints (and other such fuggen horrible things) 

itd be nice if it`d include these yummy morsels as well.

last night I broke my tooth on one.

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