Also in Santa Fe

This is Johnny's Cash Store.
It is the place to be if you are a tamale or someone, like me, who wants to eat a tamale.
I picked up two green chile/chicken, two red chile/chicken tamales today.
Johnny only accepts cash.
When I was purchasing my tamales with my cash, a man entered the store.

"Hey John," says Johnny.
"Helllooo Johnny," says John.
"How's Johnny," asks Johnny.
"Hangin' in there," says John.

Best Tamales in Santa Fe.

Tea Bagging in Santa Fe

Santa Feans, it turns out, are also capable of placing their proverbial scrotum in the open mouth,
on or near the face, or upon the head of Reason.

"233 Years to Build a Nation, 3 Months to Destroy It," one placard read. Another showed a photo of a gravestone marked "United States of America, Born July 4, 1776. Died Nov. 8, 2008. Suicide."

I like the one photo'ed above which reads, "You keep the Change, I'll keep my Freedom My Guns & Money"

Conversations: & notes from the from 22nd Century itwaslost.org board meetings

Grâce has joined

Olaf: sweet potato. delicious.

Grâce: OH MY GOD

so many virtual handsome men

10:34 AM Olaf: hey everyone is here

Grâce: in one chatroom

so much virtual facial hair

it's overwhelming

Olaf: i have been eating a lot of baked potatoes and sausage

me: Not me, I'm as naked as a baby's butt

10:35 AM Olaf: i am returning to my roots. i used to hate these things: oatmeal, baked potato, sausage. what has happened?

i am irish

Grâce: haha

10:36 AM liam's mixtapes are crack. does everyone concur?

me: I call this meeting to Hors d'œuvre

Grâce: I propose a motion to officially say that liam''s mixtapes are crack

me: I second that motion, but forward an amendment

To spearhead an initiative

10:37 AM Of free love on the free love highway

Olaf: hot love where?

Grâce: sounds enticing

me: All in favor?

J___ Quill: why limit it to the highway?

and I think it should be on the freeway

Grâce: yeah. i'm with quill

me: Peg-legged Pete?

J____ Quill: because the hot love is already on the highway

me: "Arrrrrr!"

Grâce: the freeway, and the highway

both

Olaf: hot love on the on the hotlove high way free love on the free love freeway

10:38 AM Grâce: welsch, this dialogue should be included in your text message novel

it should be a chat and text novel

there are too many good chats

fo them to be excluded

J____ Quill: so much intermingling on the internet

everything is a part

10:39 AM Olaf: of everything

Grâce: Quill, what are you wearing?

J____ Quill: boots

Grâce: excellent

J____ Quill: I flooded my kitchen doing laundry

Olaf: muddy? snowy? laced? furry?

10:40 AM watch out!

J____ Quill: they seem to be laced

me: Let's twitter it.

Olaf: soapy flood

Grâce: how does your cat feel about the flood?

Olaf: did you slide around?

me: Tweet

Grâce: is it on the lamp again, or whatever?

10:41 AM didn't the cat go up on top of something and made you jump and cut your head?

I totally don't remember the story right

J____ Quill: he doesn't care for the flood so much

Olaf: Headline news in Santa Fe, "Nurse: 'Fiero Pompous and Drunk'"

i love your photo in the paper james

me: What does that mean?

Olaf: it really does look like harry potter

J____ Quill: Labor!

Grâce: headline news in new York City: "the economy is shit"

10:42 AM me: I'm sick of the economy. Can't we have another election?

THE BIG NIGHT: Oscar Preview!

Oscar Predictions & wishes:

In a perfect world, this man would win Best Actor, Best Director, Best Cute Face, Best Glasses, & Best skinny male hooker butt. But it is not a perfect world, & movies like Into the Wild & Milk sometimes get overlooked.

Let it be known to the world: I dream of Emile Hirsch every night.

I videochatted with Mr Mary in Sante Fe for the first time today. I could see his mustache, the man sitting next to him (see below), a long loud conversation by other cafe neighbors about the boring novel they're co-authoring. I do not own a webcam. The man sitting next to Mr Mary has a website that has poetry written by his grandfather. It's like a hip-hop album waiting to happen. I sang "I'll follow the sun" into my microphone, & carried on a conversation where I spoke & Mr Mary typed back (he was in a cafe after all.) It looks like this in my archives:

3:37 PM it is good to hear your voice

good.

i think

in Jaipur

i wish she would write again

just that she is there and

Northish

pink City

where here family lives

her

the Bhatts

3:38 PM one of teh Bhatts play on Mixtape vol. 2

yes. the ol' family

that is a fucking great idea

no

but i maight be able to find one

3:39 PM i have been watching many silent films lately

pizza?

i wish i could point my computer at more people without them noticing

3:40 PM good idea

3:41 PM yes.

relatively slow

3:42 PM someone just farted

real bad

i fart alot too

in the morning

loud, but not smelly

me: Did you see Annalee with a moustache!?!?!

Olaf: yeah. sexy

me: She is the future

3:43 PM Olaf: yo

hey

i have no idea

something technical

3:44 PM exactly!

they are taking up all of the sound space in the entire cafe

i think it is a performnce piece in the spirit of McGaonagall

hm?

yes

3:45 PM i am cooking uo a retort from the bklyn bridge

like this perfect

yes

and also other stuff

i duno

oscars?

dudes next to me?

jimi hendrix

my love is like

3:46 PM a red red

nose

drunk

and fat

by whom?

child

astone

how about strange

3:47 PM Oliver Strange

hey!

nice connection

middle name should be Thousand Gold Umbrellas

it is also a hitchcok movie

Topaz

not his best

3:48 PM espionage

good song

i guess you can't group video chat? what the fuck?

typing?

I have no other Oscar Predictions. My review of Benjamin Button is here. Hugh Jackman is a classy fellow & should do a splendid job. Also there is Emile Hirsch.