Posted 3 years, 6 months ago around lunchtime by oso
Sucker, sucker is my girlfriend’s new all-encompassing catch phrase. I know not what it means or when she’ll use it, but use it she does at least once every five minutes or so.
Y’all. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m pretty sure it’s the heat - easy scape goat. Anyway, I’m totally stuck in one of those Groundhog Day weeks. You know, you go to bed and you think, tomorrow, tomorrow brings new events, new challenges, perhaps even, god be willing, new weather.
But you wake up and it is still hot as hell. You are still sweating. It is still 6:30 in the morning and you still are about to sit in an hour of traffic on your way to work. And even worse is the realization that Moreno’s completely right -without coffee I’d be one dead groundhog.
I’m not here to say this is all complaints. There are the 10 minute walks in the park while listening to the iPod and that is sheer joy and I tell myself, probably even out loud, that this is the life to be living. But - and I’m just talking about this week - those seem to be rare new tracks on an otherwise skipping record.
I think to myself this is a productivity problem. I’m in a rut. I need to get those two articles done, and that website up, and the other website and I should really clean out my inbox. But something else I’ve noticed during my groundhog week is that getting stuff done doesn’t really feel like getting stuff done anymore. It’s more like having less stuff to do.
So it must be something more existential right? Like am I not content with the direction my life is heading? Shouldn’t I be working towards something? Wealth? Fame? Corporate ladder?
But then I remember I care not about any of this. What do I care about? Treating people well and doing less harm than good. That’s obviously the problem. How boring is that? You don’t exactly jump out of bed and think, well who am I gonna treat well today. Not only that, but people don’t really give a shit if you treat them well so long as you don’t treat them badly. In fact, if you start getting too nice they’re gonna get suspicious and ask you what the hell you want.
But enough about me, how was your weekend everybody? Great to hear.
Friday, after my daily dose of gerunds, past participles, and infinitives, the girlfriend, Dr. Cereal, A, and I went to a photography exhibit opening at MARCO, which is probably an acronym for something about museums and contemporary art. They only gave us one glass of wine each. I tell you, if you want someone to like your art, you should give them more than a single glass of wine. Were it up to me, I’d give you each five glasses before you start reading anything on this blog.
Not close to intoxicated, we headed down to el Koko Loco, which translates to the crazily mispelt coconut and had a seat. Then we were told that we were sitting at a table reserved for guests who would be spending at least a thousand pesos. What a crock of shit. I will not be revisiting the crazy coconut.
Saturday morning was more nonsensical rules of our nonsensical language and then a very tasty salad with a “relationship maturing” conversation, and evening just happened to stumble upon contemporary dance performance in a plaza, a cup of coffee, and a gringo-welcoming party at Dr. Cereal’s place for two visiting Kentuckians.
Sunday marked a glorious return to white boy, shirtless, frisbee throwing in the park. A more or less satisfactory nap. My first Catholic mass since December 2001 (Easter Island) and yet another relationship maturing conversation.
Oh, and we got our photos developed from our trip to Real de Catorce … just as cute as a pair of ovaries we are. Hopefully I’ll get those scanned in soon.
Good god, did you see that photo of phil spectacle moreno just put up? He’d look great with dreadlocks. Remember that song, I Am A Disco? Me neither.
So that’s it. Nothing more to report. Tomorrow I’ll check back in and tell you the same. Peace.
And you know what’s really weird? When I’m in moods like this I tend to sort of assume that everyone else is in the same mood. Like, full moon or something. Ludicrous, I know.
Groundhog Day eh…I think I have been in one of those for the past couple of years. Maybe I should prepare myself for grad school (but in what) just in case teaching tires me. I guess I should have a more positive outlook but I dunno. It seems like everybody else knows what they want out of life and I am stuck in a rut. I am such a sucka, sucka. Anyhow, I can relate to you. So you had to spend 1000 pesos at the Coco Loco? Ay Oso, creo que ya se te esta pegando lo de Monterrey…acaso te duele el codo o que vale? Ja Ja, no te creas!
Sounds like you have a bad case of hueva, my friend. You will pick it up if you spend too much time down there. It is rampant and quite contagious.
Gustavo,
Funny guy. It’s the peso paycheck that’s turning me into an elbow.
Not really. I drink caguamas outta paper bags - there’s no way in hell I’m spending a benjamen on overpriced bacardi.
Xolo,
Don’t fret my friend. All the regios assure me it’s only the lazy southerners that come down with bad cases of la hueva. In fact, a student of mine - a manager at a multinational car battery company - told me, “in Mexico it’s like this: in the north we work, in the middle we think, and in the south we sleep.” I think it’s really the common view of most people ’round here.
What if you are like me - someone whose work is thinking and does it best in their sleep?
The funny thing is that you were the first one to comment on your own post. BTW, I do drink 5 glasses of vino before reading your blog.
Dude, you’re in Monterrey! Just sit outside and smell the tacos man. I know it can get monotonous (sp?), but shite, you won’t be there forever. Maybe you should find a youngen and teach them about computers. I’m sure there would be plenty of little kids in the neighborhood who would like for someone like you to just chat and hang with them.
Any chance you have a spare hug or two you can throw my way? The Powerbook is getting a reformat next week–possibly an entire hard drive and/or motherboard transplant–and I could really use a breakfast burrito and another swim in the Pacific. Hell, even a walk in a park–sans rain and wind and chronic 10 degree Celsius weather–would be mighty good about now. Data loss pains me mightily.
Sigh. One of these days, I’ll actually have happy news to share. I promise.
Xolo,
You’re obviously a well traveled Mexican
DT,
I drink 6 when I read yours. JK. You know what, you’re right. I should get more involved in something down here.
Elenita,
Hug. And PB will be in my prayers. A swim would be sublime.
Oso, I really expect a glass of wine every time I visit this blog.
Oso that feeling will pass. I agree with DT that perhaps getting involved with something down there, you know break it up a little, will make things better.
I’m in the same situation right now. I’ve lived in Austin for over 6 years, and it’s the longest I have stayed in one place in a loooong time, so I’m itching to do something new move, go travel, do SOMETHING. So, I myself should be taking my own advice.
The way things are going with me and my blog, I expect for everyone that reads my blog to not be totally drunk off their ass…unless they want to die or something.
At least your blog (as well as others) makes me laugh you know forget about all that caca around me. Maybe you need a roadtrip?