Friday, July 29, 2011

Telenovélisma



I had a day in the house, not much to do, and I have a tv in my room. I hate watching TV because I think it wastes a lot of time.Por eso, I decided to use the material I found on different channels for my own use. The name comes from telenovelas, Spanish soap operas, which contain an endless supply of dramatic romance tales. This is my reflection on all of the above.

Riquísima Comida





Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Buenas Noches



Pupi y Mia


Cosas han sido muy bien aca. Disfruto mucha la vida aca con mi familia tica y mis amigos internacionales de California, Nueva York, Alemania, y España. A mi, San Jose es muy similar a Covington, Kentucky. Que tanto.
Pues, es todo para ahora. Necesito dormir muy pronto. Ciao ciao!

Saturday, July 16, 2011

A Resting Place.



Things have not gone as planned.
My ticket was for San Jose, California.
Not San Jose, Costa Rica. Oh well.
It was a fucking labyrinth to get to this point,
jumping through various hoops and passing various tests.
Oh my.

Thanks to some very kind strangers
helping me find a new ticket and
paying for my room, all is good.

A man named Vinton
has helped me out tremendously in getting
a cheap ticket to Costa Rica and is even going to
help me by phoning a friend when he gets off work
to ask about plane tickets within Costa Rica.

Upon arriving at the hotel, a man behind me in line that
overheard i didn't have much money on me payed for my
room, which was $50. His name is Doug.

Right now, I'm lounging around my overnight room in Atlanta, GA
in a free white XL tee shirt with a logo and the small words "Sky team"
printed on it. It came in a care package from the airline that also
included: shampoo, toothpaste, a brush, a razor, cotton balls, deodorant,
a toothbrush, and a +3 fire dagger.

I ate a hot dinner at a nearby waffle house, served to me by a southern
sweetheart waitress named Brandy.

So many nice people!

Bring it on, tomorrow.
Jesse

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

In the Claws of Fear


The trip is getting so close now. It's tuesday night, and I leave saturday.
My mind has repeatedly been pushed and pulled out of a sea of worries.
I find myself fearing that there will be no warmth when I arrive, that people
will be mean to me because I look so much different, and that I act differently.

Fear can place terrible lenses in which to look at the future.
It can terrify you enough to the point that every second the only
seemingly safe thing to do is to cling desperately to the present,
which is constantly blowing out of your grasp like a stack of precious
photographs being swept out by the wind into
the darkness of the omnipresent past.