Thursday, August 18, 2016
Goodbye gringo misery and hello South American food and music, peoples and places, spirituality and sensuality. There may be a problem with sensuality though. Airport security seized my shampoo, mouthwash, and shaving cream, but overlooked my straight razor, so I'm armed to kill but not to love. Oh, the irony! Our world is getting tough on terrorists, but it has always been hard on romantics.
Thus, I've planned my escape. I'm off to a simpler place, where art is the pursuit of beauty not the pursuit of multiple revenue streams. Wanna come along? I promise to pass on all the living-with-gusto tips I pick up but none of the rashes or infections. How's that for a deal?
While gringos cling stubbornly to the trendy dogma of gender equality through gender uniformity that has brought many of them such loveless and passionless lives, latinos still prefer the old-fashioned perspective of men and women as differently-designed animals equipped with differently-awesome jedi powers. They have good reason.
People often ask whether I fear the drug traffikers and kidnap ransomers while living in Latin America, to which I stifle a cry: "No you fools, I fear the babes who only need try on a dress at the mall to leave me trembling, kneeling, weeping, and handing over my cash." Flight attendent Miriam walks softly but carries a big lipstick. She says she's at my service, but our eyes lock and we both know she could throw a bone down the aisle and I'd fetch it.
It's dangerous down here. People sometimes get hurt. Yet, they often find love and passion far beyond the typical gringo experience. That's why I'm back and headed farther South in the Americas than ever before. Had enough political correctness? Open to a little more bliss? Latin America just might be for you.
Did I mention that Miriam's lustrous chocolate hair keeps tumbling out of its loose bun? Important detail. She stands in jutting profile, stretching up to repin the strands behind her delicate ears and off her creamy neck. I am mesmerized. Just for the record, I would be equally passionate to know the geography of her mind and heart, but that's absolutely impossible with the fasten seatbelt light on. I must gaze from afar. Nature designed these details to catch my notice then draw me closer. Should she ask whether I'm staring at her, I'll neither deny nor apologize for my natural attraction. I'll firmly and slowly whisper, "Not as much as I'd like to." She might smile and blush. God bless Latin America! We're now landing in Peru, so I gotta go.
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
|Enough hibernation already!|
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Thursday, May 5, 2016
Monday, April 25, 2016
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
After dreams of making beautiful music with Lila Downs, I awake under a desert sunrise. Hit the road home to my ranch. Just outside the remote little village called Bravo, I turn off the highway onto a dirt road at the Corregidora Tech University. Here is where I work as a professor. The long and low sand-colored and rock-studded buildings meld into the landscape of desert scrub valley with distant blue mountains. The only sound is the wind. I savor the silence.
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
While moving this week into a new house in the verdant rainforest that encircles my university above the Oaxacan coast, your author stumbled upon notes scribbled at the desert ranch I inhabited for two years before coming here. I think you'll find them quite interesting. The notes explain how I came to devour scrumptious desert delicacies that include much prickly-skinned cactus and one smooth-skinned stripper. Here we go with what I might call the nonfiction hunger games.
Friday, March 18, 2016
Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton. A word to the wise is sufficient. It's now time for wise people to come to grips with why so many Americans have enthusiastically embraced a knuckle-dragging guy with a fascist strong-man aura and a scandal-laden hag with a socialist mother-superior attitude.