“You have dee jecko museek?”
“The jecko music? Um, I don’t know what that is.”
“You do not know, but how is this?” OK, so I’m making him sound French. But I think he was Bulgarian. Pretty sure really. Because of where I work - the location, not the occupation - I am a master at detecting [...]

http://www.caribbeanfreeradio.com/blog/?p=388
What’s the etymology of “Jonty”?
And thanks for the clarification about abeer. When I read Nikipedia’s version, I thought he simply missed a space between the a and b. Sounded like the beginning of a frat party.
http://loteriachicana.net/?p=143
I’m fashionably late, but I wish you belated luck nonetheless.
I can think of nothing more valuable than bragging rights. I’m [...]

It’s Sunday, 6 a.m., San Diego, and one by one soft yellow bedroom lamps are flickering on throughout the city. The sabbath has it’s working class too. At the 7-11 on Convoy and Othello a Pakistani immigrant is thinking that it is time to count the drawer. He has been thinking this thought, on and [...]

An article by José Daniel Fierro in the webzine, Rebelión suggesting that Google was blocking their Blogger service to Cuban internet users has been getting lots of love around the Spanish-speaking blogosphere, most notably by Eduardo Arcos, Manuel Almeida, and Mariano Amartino’s Weblog Sobre Weblogs. Coming off of news that Google is censoring search results [...]

I have to admit, of the 7 theories of human nature in the last post, Sartre’s is, hands down, the one closest aligned to my own. Probably - and ironically - because it fits so well with my ‘innate’ character. It’s extremely easy for me to rationalize my emotions. If I wake up some sweetly [...]

Our last day in New York a crazy person stumbled forward through the subway car while muttering something about Jesus. And it struck me … maybe I wasn’t being ambitious enough in my search for purpose.
Jesus, now there was a dude with purpose. The salvation of all mankind! Maybe I could shoot for that. Or [...]

Let’s take a brief, purposeless break from New York City. This is our dear friend from Panama, Melissa:

I will say nothing more about the picture other than to quote the filthy, lewd, and entirely inappropriate language of the blogger who came up with the t-shirt she is wearing:

My dear friend Sparsh is now known as Sparky. I’m sure it’s an unwelcome development in his universe, but that’s what he gets for his 8 a.m. cheerfulness. On the corner of 7th and Driggs - in the world’s absolutely hippest neighborhood, Williamsburg, Brooklyn - he was quoted as screaming, “me, why does this always [...]