My story is not one of arriving into the paradise of Tamarindo, 2024. Mine is one of running.
When I first became acquainted with the wild remote nature of Costa Rica, my world changed. The streets were dusty and bare. I would see the same hard bodied, man bunned, tattooed fellow in the street, on each trip to town. He would be walking down the hill. One man, one car – ours. It was a different world.
Continue reading ExodusI have not been interested in writing in this blog for a while. I am once again making my way south. On my trip home I had a good time and a bad time.
The Island was Hard to fit in.
My tenant experienced; a hate crime. Our illustrious Sheriff Bill has once again allowed a meth lab into the neighborhood. Breaking bad in Yulee Hills.
This is life these days.
I just shake my head and drive slow.
I want to get back to the things I enjoy. But I find myself just trying to stay alive.
AI will not quit interfering with me. What do I need them for? They are fake.
As I read. the Grand Inquisitor. I know. This is us.
Fools. Europeans, Russians, everyone demanding.
Bad food.
In the distance I hear a band. Tourist come to over eat – get drunk.
No one wanted to come to Costa Rica when it was a nature zone. Now many of the Costa Ricans have been stripped of their “pure vida” lives. Progress is here.
I just wanted to write, to write.
What am I going to do next? What will I be allowed to do. The freedom once here is now policed – yet there is no police. What was once free is costly, extravagant, pricey and high.
And yet somehow, I make the best of it. Yesterday, I felt like I was on a beautiful vacation.
Now matter how bad things get. With the right frame of mind, patience and perseverance, you can be a winner.
Winner Winner Chicken Dinner – Get it while it’s hot – The fried skin will likely kill you. but who cares.
We are all dying,.
This Little Piggy went to a meeting…
I was so grateful to the woman that shared every word I spoke was in her heart. – If I help one person. Including me, I’m doing good.
It’s 4 in the morning. Once again, I am hitting the road. A ride with a friend, to the airport, to Atlanta, switch luggage. Re-enter the country. On to Jax. Be met by a happy leprechaun who will speak with a brogue and inform us, in a light hearted yet serious manner, the antics, adventures and misadventures, of our island. Amelia.
This has been an extensive stay, here in Surfside, Costa Rica.
I never in my imagination could have come up with the life style that I now lead.
I was taught by the best.
4mm-14mm – Fisheye – Abstract, creative – a search for truth
I would be amazed at stories, such as, Diary of a Mad Drug Fiend / Alister Crowley – taboo – I had many false starts, living in those beginnings – I thought I was at the end. And it was. Until it wasn’t. Yet another colorful, animated clip. Called life. – Tell it all – Paint a colorful vibrant, spellbinding story. Loving, violent. Gut wrenching, ethereal.
In Black and White.
I was recently asked where am I going to write and publish these ideas. Good question. I started this blog, which is a personal journal in 2011. And I am glad I did. I enjoy writing. It helps me to process. And I have had my share of procession and possession, pugilist, pedantic, punctual and tardy pastimes. I have written them in the moment and events long gone. Vivid memories. Faint recollections. Fights. Court battles. Deaths. Births. Surf adventures. You know every day life. Getting by through writing.
Continue reading “my shitty blog”I re-posted this because, one, I like Noir’s blog. The other reason is this picture made me think of the tight bonds and binds I have been in – in my life. And when I share with some, (I don’t want to insult) And they say in a cheery voice ….. Just Let it Go.
I agree with the let it go – it’s the Just that makes me cringe.
This post is an annual check up of my blog.
Hhhhmmmm. A year ago, I was writing – I felt as if the flesh was being torn from the bones of my soul.
I can read that poem and remember. Oh, it was awful.
I came here to Potrero, thinking I was going to help, the kid, go to the University. Nada, no way Jose. This boy is going to swing a machete the rest of his life. – Okay – that took a while to process – to come down from. What a crock of mierda. – Who knows, the many piles of manure that I have stepped in, have become fertilizer in my life.
Continue reading Annual Blog Check UpWhen it’s all over – when I’m wiser – when I’m older
I use to believe that a criminal was someone who broke the law. And I still believe that. However; it has been brought to my attention that a person is not considered a criminal, unless they have been caught and convicted in a court of law. The latter description leaves a person patting themselves on the back for being smooth. I would call that ex-military man smooth. I am working on my vocabulary. And a way to be more effective in this world that I live in.
Everyone has their own limited perspective. Hence……
I am awake. I am not woke……
****** I just read a post by an adjunct professor who had been raised by missionaries. Oh – missionaries. She gave a great description of how her parents traveled to foreign countries to teach the heathens about the Lord.
Why do people show up and believe that God arrived with them. Maybe in their suitcase.
The post was good. But it was AI generated. It would have been a great post, if it didn’t have the vocabulary, grammar and design of a machine. She sold her soul – to IBM. It could be temporary, as I do believe in salvation.
I believe I will wake up – when I die.
Until then…….????????
I do not understand the New Gringos. But I have witnessed it over and over. No desire to assimilate into the culture of the country.
A ride to the beach use to be like a dream and now it’s a nightmare.
I don’t care to elaborate on this freaky manner that tourism and immigration (progress) has caused.
After surviving my life’s traumas I woke up to an unrecognizable world. But I am not “woke”. According to Trump the KKK are good people. Homeless people are sleeping on the sidewalks, dying from phentanol, and some people think all white people are bad and all black people are good.
I give up. I surrender. It’s best for me to work to have a good day and be kind to the people in front of me.
To provide details of the misery I have created for myself, would be stirring the cauldron. I can’t straighten this world out. Kimberly and Kristy are behaving like mean girls, but chances are they are oblivious to their ignorance. And Ellen can remember when. I do too. The change is horrific. The people on the beach are being bull dozed over. Pura vida.
I know my heart. I am not greedy or jealous of anyone. I don’t even understand those two character defects at the moment. I can’t imagine being angry at some poor woman trying to feed her kids. Or hurt some child; not wanting them to experience a lunch, in the school hours. I’m not fearful. That’s the worst. And the best.
The answer is meditation.
This screen shot of my media pics, at a glance, are the most representative of my life at this moment.
I am taken back again. Over and over. Never disappointed at the changes in our lives; our world.
I came to Costa Rica to be an aesthetic and live with the Indians. That happened and it didn’t happen.
God gives and God takes away…I am not God.
I have a brain. I will assume that you have one as well. Artificial Intelligence is bizarre to say the least. No vision, no artistry, no spiritual connection.
Artificial