- feel like i’m losing my mind
- booked a hotel room because the man at the desk told me at 5am i could check
in at 10am
- at 10:10am i went back to the desk. he was gone and everybody else acted like
that didn't happen and there has never been a check-in before 3pm
- i explained _hablé con un hombre a las cinco_ and that el hombre told me i
could come back at 10. they said "oh, ok sir please take a seat sir, i'll
speak with the cleaning staff sir" and i went and took a seat for an hour and
nobody spoke to me and when i looked at them they looked away
- so eventually i got up and walked back to the desk and the guy who told me to
take a seat while he spoke to the cleaning staff an hour earlier said "¡buenos
días!" like we'd never met?
- and then i told the people at the desk the exact same story again and they
acted like the previous conversation had never happened? and they said "ok but
we will charge you 700 pesos for an early check in" ??? and gave me the key
card
- they said "your room is on the third floor on the right" but the third floor
elevator leads to a corridor containing a locked door?
- so i took the stairs but the stairs between the 2nd and 3rd floor were blocked
off?
- so i walked all the way around the building and found another set of stairs
marked _prohibido_ and i went up those and took a left and there was my room
- nitpick: the room isn't the one i ordered because i asked for a king and this
has two queens but whatever
- also while i was waiting between 5 and 10 i had a nap on their sofa and now i
don't even really need the room but whatever
- the wifi password is wifi
week 33; 2022
i can’t believe how short a post this is going to be for how big a week it was, but it’s so late and i can’t do a whole post.
the week i spent mostly working and building a mac notebook app. swift is great fun to write.
the weekend we went to michoacán with her family who i love. we went back to her auntie’s house after we all met for dinner after sofia and i went to janitzio and climbed to the very top of the island. it was beautiful. i will put pics of these trips another time.
i just missed my flight home for the second time this year. this time i was standing at the gate and watched them close it; there were still another twenty minutes before it was scheduled; as a matter of apology a man in a red vest told another staff member to give me a free flight for tomorrow.
i will not be in the office Tuesday as planned. because i will be in México.
a banana is a sausage
a banana is a kind of sausage
i need to start packing :/
what crime is the robbing of a bank compared to the founding of a bank?
— Bertolt Brecht
week 32; 2022
monday
late. can't talk. anyway, i have some notes:
Went out for lunch with Sofia on Monday. We tried a noodle place, but the food looked dry.
We went into another noodle place and sat down, but it smelt funny and looked like a barber shop and the waiter was came on with a real grump so we left and went to a diner and ate delicious club sandwiches and corn soup. She had a slice of cake because she isthe birthday girl. Afterwards I walked home, I’ve done that walk before and this time I took some detours and found a mall and some other stuff.
did some work. now i’m going to pat some patties into existence and smoke a little weed out of a carrot and play tony hawks pro skater
burger king emailed everyone a blank e-mail
tuesday
hello!
made some hamburguesas, had a really weird fucking dream about being on a boat and later aliens. i was on this boat that got stuck in a big river, so i went for a walk with some people around the town. i got separated from them and got lost and found myself in the basement of a tall cylindrical building. i was talking to somebody i knew, but then these angry kids came in and they started chasing me out of the basement and up the cylindrical staircase. there was a fast furious one with hot pans. i threw another one of the kids at the pans and ran up the spiral staircase 1 floor past the door and out the window. outside i met a police wearing a black outfit with a flame painted on it, and i asked him “can anything be done about the 1943 fire here?” and he said “no” and i walked away. but then a few steps later i noticed he was right beside me, and he asked “what do you mean by ‘be done’?” and i noticed for the first time that he had a perfectly round, perfectly smooth, pitch black head. it was shiny, like glass. i was transported out of my body and shown a historical montage of lots of greenish-grey little aliens with flat wrinkly heads and large black eyes arriving to earth in individual spaceships (¿spacecars?). the policeman was narrating explaining that The 1943 Pact had allowed these aliens to come and work on earth. but the pact was secret and no social programs were installed to help the workers they replaced, and so the workers became furious and that’s how The Fire started. a new video came in with an untrustworthy internet personality explaining something about aliens and PFPs (PFPs are your representation here on earth), then they pressed a button labeled “evil version of me” and got really monstrous and started shouting in my mind “Use this against your PFP, use this against your PFP” over and over and over until i woke up.
wednesday
Wednesday I woke up at 6am to a clogged, waterlogged toilet. I took a gamble and banged on the flusher and it came up and overflowed all over the bathroom. i placed one square of kitchen paper on the pool of poop and watched as it became soaked, and sunk to the bottom, making no discernible difference. I resorted to using one of our beautiful white towels. I couldn’t find a plunger, and initially i tried making a difference with the toilet brush but it did nothing. Then i felt i needed to check if the pipe was clogged and i pushed my bare hand into the toilet and checked, nothing. I scrubbed up and went looking for a plunger. I found the head of a plunger, but no handle, in the laundry area out the back of the kitchen. I pushed two fingers into the head of the plunger and went into the water sideways down to the bottom, placed my new plunger extension over the hole and plunged once, twice release. once, twice, release. once, twice, and now the water starts to drain. i scrubbed up thoroughly, cleaned the bathroom, brought the towel to the washing machine and scrubbed up thoroughly again and then i went to work.
Someone e-mailed me a feature request for my firefox javascript addon. I added the feature and e-mailed them back. Felt very olden days, very cool.
I’ll make a chili tonight, it’ll be good. i guess maybe it’s bolognese. i don’t know. what’s the difference between chili and bolognese? maybe it’s just whether you use carrot or bell pepper.
thursday
sofia made tasty fried eggy 🥚 breakfast. fried eggs in corn tortillas. she brought avocados and ketchup but i had already dealt with the egg by the time that arrived.
friday
normal day
Saturday
a lot more to write about in my forthcoming post about teotihuacan. obsidian circles. spent too much money. on the way home we took to the hotel el sueño quetzalcóatl, were walking home but spent all night. beautiful there.
(so much to say about all this. lost my pen, man made me a new one with stick and fire. went through a hole that led under the stairs
domingo
animal sounds in the middle of the night. dogs saw
woken up there at 5am by this sine tone ringing, so loud, couldn't make it quiet. composition of ordinary things that together are so large. so much more to say. have charcoal notes. we went back to the pyramids. combis, cash, garden, michelady, elotes,
weekend was huge.
xo