The soul longs for beauty and charm other lands

My passport says I am a United States Citizen. This is true, since I was born in Buffalo, NY on 10/21/1976 (subtle, n'est pas? ;) ) Truth of the matter, however, is that my soul always felt more at home when I was in Colombia.

Sure, it's probably a piece of shit on political, financial, and terrorist fronts, but it's my piece of shit. I noticed generations of Americans with ties to Affluent Western Europe don't seem to cherish their roots as much as those of us in the Latin, Asian, Native American, African, Eastern European, Arabic, and Russian communities. Or maybe I've succumbed to the profound levels of heritage grandstanding I notice sometimes within the Latin American community that I think no one but 'us' care about our past, who knows. (Granted, the occassional drunk Amerrican male showing pseudo Scottish or Irish pride every now and then at O'reilly's in North Beach or the Edinburgh Castle out in the Tenderloin is rather amusing.) I usually do perk up to anything positive that's Colombian, because that tends to be rather rare. World Cup time is special for me, especially since the seléction Colombiana tend to whoop the shit out of the Brits, especially anyone who plays for Manchester United (sorry feyandstrange, if that's your favourite football club to jump up and down and go 'OI' to)

In any case, I've been missing my 'home' land. I found this page about this little village in Santa Marta called 'Taganga'. I remember that last time I was there, I was 15, snorkling around and just floating aimlessly. I just got back from 8 days in the Amazon jungle, so swimming, drinking, and eating this local delicacy.

*sigh* I want to go 'home', I just wish it wasn't so fucking dangerous.

Pay up or bye-bye kitty!!

I know that desperate times call for desparate measures, but I don't know if I agree with this method of getting money out of people.

So far, it hasn't been instituted, but nothing like an idea to get other minds moving.

Credit card companies can threaten to seize some people corsets and fetishwear until they've paid up their outstanding monthly payment. Industrial/Goth/Fetish clubs would have 70% of their patrons wearing wife beaters if that ever happened.

Gawds, that would be funny.

I am the very model of a modern major audio-bytes slinger

Working @ home, or @ pub or café, somewhere that ain't mountain spew.

Laptop = freedom.

Time to get out of here.

Open algorithmic dogmatic synthesis

This is one of the more chuckle-inducing threads I've seen on the RMI in a while.

Praise the lord and all his flock of fools, for they know not that they run in circles sniffing each other's arses!