Damn
Its been way too fucking long. Because its been way to fucking bad. Like that horrible movie, Ballistic: Ecks vs. Sever, with Antonio Banderas and Lucy Liu. Let me borrow from the editor of rotten tomatoes to simile this for you: When a movie is widely regarded as being inferior to its own Game Boy adaptation, you know "worst movie ever" is not only apt, it might actually be an understatement. Please go see this movie. And then I'll let you complain with me and Joel.
Its been a while since I blogged because I felt that while significant things continued to happen to me, I didn't have any new ideas. Stagnated mind-pools of rancid Jello. Its been a part of me in all walks, school and without. Less funny, less witty, less scholarly, and more apt to use a word like scholarly as an ambition. I didn't get as sick as Joel, but I took care of a lot of equally sick kids. I hate to write an event blog but one of the best things that happened to me this semester was going to Honduras and getting real tired from digging a hole all day. This won't be travel literature, this might be an idea that came out of my time there.
The immigrant experience is an untold tale. It's hard to build a wall between Mexico and us--that is the extent in our lessons on hardship. In the tiny city of Siguatapeque lives a woman with two beautiful daughters. Her husband left five years ago. The babies stayed at home with mom and watched this man walk off to Colorado. He hoped to raise some money for his kids, to send them books and toys. But when he reached the Rocky Mountains something changed. He never looked back. On the phone five years later he still promises to send them money, but he has married an American woman now. With her citizenship and his go get em' attitude, they've carved themselves a cozy niche in the high snow capped state. The mom didn't know what to do. She tried to get to America too, but somewhere along the way she was kicked off a moving train, permanently damaging her knee. She limped back to Honduras to take care of her children. In one shitty turn of events, she lost three months on top of her lost years of life and I still complain about not getting an internship. Thats a perspective.
I realize now that I stopped writing profiles of all your fictional lives without reason. I know it might have been buried in schoolwork, but I think it also has something to do with the Xanax ads in my comment box. I want a revival and I think it comes from inspiration. Please keep posting your thoughts. I should get back to that paper on Montaigne.