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Thursday, November 27, 2025

Oh Merida 2026

I would love to come down. Get a little motorcycle. Back in the late-80s I hitchhiked around the Yucatan. Mostly between Cancun and Tulum. The Mayans were always friendly, although on Sundays they always wanted me to drive. Too drunk on cheap Agua Caliente to stay on the road.

I have a novel I want to write about a series of bank robberies by a gang on Easter morning in Cancun. They escape on an airplane, whose engine falters and the plane crashes into a remote cenote in the "tu'ux tu" or the middle of nowhere. I'm sure that was where your property was, when you first moved there. The loot from the robbery goes to the bottom of the cave. Robbers, Mayan mystics, an archaeologist seeking the cure for baldness, and a religious sect seeking to convert the Mayans, who think they are ETs, because they don't sweat like most gringos. I have it complete in my head.

It's a gray day here.

I'm going nowhere for Thanksgiving, yet I have much to be thankful for.

I'm here from Monday to Wednesday and then free post-Xmas when I will move from 387 Myrtle to the NYU professor dorms while I await city elderly housing.

Off to Montauk on the 8:18 on Friday morning.

Oh Merida.

Thursday, August 31, 2023

Rasta Mayans

Everyday thousands of migrants from foreign lands cross the southern borders of the United States. They seek salvation from the terror of war, drug dealers, their governments and climate change. They come alone or with families. Few suspect how America will change their children.

The young are changed biologically by the chemicals in the food and the plastics in the water. The parents worked hard jobs and the kids gain weight, but they also grown in height and other day I spotted a Guatemalan teen who was at least 5-10 and he had a dreadlocks. The first tall Rasta Mayan I ever saw, but a few ancient codices survived the the Spanish Conquest to reveal the Dreadlocks of the nobility.

The dreadlocked kings ruled Copan, Tikal, and the hundreds of pre-Columbian cities throughout the Yucatan as well as the Aztec and Incan Empires. Mummies of the nobility have long threads of hair. They were Rastas before Bob Marley. Spanish conquistador Bernal Diaz del Castillo record the following in his history, "Here were priests with long robes of black cloth... The hair of these priests was very long and so matted that it could not be separated or disentangled, and most of them had ttheir ears scarified, and their hair was clotted with blood."

Jah ruled the world.

Tuesday, August 4, 2020

Isla Mujeres B-Ball 1988

In 1988 a hurricane had savagely struck the Yucatan. Ships crowded the streets of Isla Mujeres across from the basketball court, where me and la Mayans played against the Italian National Women's under-21 team. A crowd gp>My short comrades and I shook their hand and we voweed to play them like gentlemen.

The first time down the court the 6-2 forward threw an elbow at my head and the bone connected with my skull.

After that it was on.

I shot for shit, but I hacked the forward a thousand times and we won to the cheers of the locals. The brunette slurred, "Sfigato."

Through the fuzz of my concussion I recalled an old Latin curse and said, "“Vescere bracis meis.”

Almost no one in the plaza understood the dead language phrase 'eat my shorts, but the forward she whispered, "Victus."

"Semper, but no one wins forever."

I signaled for beers from the nearest cantina and we drank to basketball.

It was a game we all loved