guadalajara has lots of public art and fountains.
these horses are one of my favorite pieces.
my apologies for the noisy background.
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Imagine 4 college girls in a Ford Fiesta, escaping a midwestern March.
Destination: Key West. A Jimmy Buffet cassette loops over and over.
Packing list: flip flops, bathing suit, dress. Check. Battery operated blender and tequila. Check and double check.
No one has money. Meals are bar snacks and the charity of frat boys. Everything that can be charged to Daddy’s gas card, is. We sleep on the beach while we tan.
Tami goes missing She reappears at dawn, with a new tattoo, a boys address crumpled in her hand.
Parrots cackle as we head north, nursing well earned hangovers.
written while on holiday in mexico… theres no soundfile for this one, unless you go to the archived podcast. check the link on the left.
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The Clown: A fuschia ‘72 Volkswagen, fueled on 95% personality, 5% luck. Push starts were the norm, and there was always room in the back for more kids and dogs. The Clown had the last laugh, leaving me stranded in Atlanta.
The Ninja: A 280Z in stealth black, with red interior. I was fast, but the Ninja was faster. We would race serpentine mountain roads. It took them 4 hours to free me, the night she tried out Kung Fu moves on the switchbacks.
And now I have Mom. My handicap converted Caravan chaperone… At least I still drive, right?
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- nayarit
a few pictures from mexico. the palms are from poolside at my hotel, in nuevo vallarta, jalisco. this was the first night in mexico, and a welcome change from the snow and cold of alaska.
the golden iguana was at the pier in puerto vallarta, showing off his colors.
the final image is the results of 4 hours of fishing with eduardo and francisco. the esmerelda is moored at las peines (the combs), the public docks. no, i have no clue what sorts of fish, other than the smaller ones might be bonito.
this one is playing off one of laurence simon’s stories, from weekly challenge 129… go to the archives at http://podcasting.isfullofcrap.com/2008/10/ to hear his story (it will be the last one in the group podcast), then come back here…
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It was late, but Isabela had made it to the church.
In a panic, she pounded on the door.
Soccoro, padre, please help, the federales are after me…
How could he not let her in?
You will have to stay here in the church…
Please, sleep quickly; do not open your eyes until I come for you in the morning.
Brother Theodore was bound by church law to provide asylum, but he was not sure that a night here was better than facing the federales
Slowly he walked down the center aisle, preparing to snuff the candles for the night.
from the archives:
jasonsmission_az (<play me)
“Here you go,” says Jason, holding out the glass amphora to his cousin, King AEetes. A metallic pinging emanates from the jar.
The arrogant youth prates on, “I’m ready to take over the throne, like you agreed to…”
“What are you babbling on about?” Asks the king.
“You said, if I brought back the golden fleas, I’d get my throne back. You never thought I would go all the way to the gates of Hades and pluck them from Cerberus. Man, does he have stinky dog breath….”
“You Greek goof, clean your ears. You’re to bring me the GOLDEN FLEECE!”