There were many fisherman on the Oceanside Pier yesterday including a group that caught this little shark. The guy below was happy to smile for the camera when I asked, in Spanish, if I could take his photo.
Archive for August, 2011
I abandon myself to the fever of dreams, in search for new laws. ~Antonin Artaud
When Forest pointed a finger at someone, he had two phantom digits pointing back to himself.
In other news, I said goodbye to Marly last night and am in San Diego, working from my mom’s place. She’s fixing me salad, borscht, and all kinds of fruits and veggies that go through her Vitamix and get passed to me in tall glass packed with nutrition. This is the life!
Ned spent every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon in front of Soda P conducting spiritual warfare. He was especially skilled at casting out demons from the girls with orange skin and impossibly short-shorts. He recognized the battle storming within the shaggies and the hipsters and the gays who had no idea that they too were possessed by controlling and malevolent spirits. Los Angeles was Satan’s playground and Venice Beach, the epicenter. The rapture was right around the corner and he had so many souls to save.
Zoltar channels Mary Oliver when he asks:
Listen, are you breathing just a little and calling it life?
The weekend flew by! Marly lined up tons of things to do and it’s been a lot of fun. Yesterday afternoon, for instance, we went Griffith Park to watch Shakespeare in the Park. We bundled up and sipped wine while eating leftover Thai with coffee straws.
Afterwards, we headed to the Griffith Observatory and stood in line for the telescope. Alas, we didn’t make it inside as they were closing. Next time! The view from the roof was incredible. The kids inside were crazy about Einstein.
I’m clearing out the rest of my fish photos from Belen. These photos represent a busy morning with lots of shopping and conversing across tables full of fish. There were also turtles, which were especially gruesome to look at. Click at your own discretion.
I’m flying to Southern California after work today to spend time with family for a couple of weeks. It will be a working vacation, but I’ll have the afternoons and weekends free. I’m so looking forward to seeing everyone.
Iquitos: motorcycles, mopeds, and mototaxis. Welcome to the work week!
These are unprocessed cassava roots, known as yuca in Peru. Below, the yuca has been processed into powder.
Interesting notes on Cassava, from Wikipedia:
- Extensively cultivated as an annual crop in South America
- The third-largest source of carbohydrates for meals in the world
- Is toxic if not cooked properly
- The root contains significant amounts of calcium, phosphorus, and vitamin C
- The leaves are a good source of protein
- First domesticated in Brazil 10,000 years ago
- It does well on poor soils and with low rainfall
- Since it can be harvested year-round, it acts as a famine reserve
- Can serve as a side-dish, cake or cereal
- Used in purées, dumplings, soups, stews, and gravies
- Boba tapioca pearls are made from cassava root
- Used to make liquor and beer
- Leaves are used to treat hypertension, headache, and pain.
My first morning in Iquitos, I had this delicious drink that tasted like cake batter. I love cake batter. The women in the market beat a large bowl of egg whites into fluffy cloud consistency… biceps, triceps, shoulder complex workOUT! Then they pour you a glass of half egg-white, and half tea or beer. It was so good!
My server didn’t mind me taking her photo. I asked. But the egg beater next to her was making fun of her for it, and let out a hoot and howl when I told this woman I loved the color of her lipstick juxtaposed against the blue wall. My magenta lipped lady smiled at the hoot-howl, a bit embarrassed, as I took this photo.
If you make a broth from these fish, it will put you to sleep. Of all the fish I saw at Belen, I was most impressed with these. They were so beautiful in their fierce angles and soldier browns.
The fish in this basket were still alive.
Each pile costs a little over $1 USD.
A boy walks along the outside of the medicine section at Belen Market.
Another room in the hotel.
Amanda forwarded me an article on Surrealist painter Leonora Carrington who died in May at the age of 94. I loved learning about her, as I had never heard of her before. She had quite a life which included expulsion from schools when she was a girl because of her rebellious spirit. She fell in love with Surrealism and then with a married man who became her lover and her mentor. The Nazi occupation of France brought separation and devastation. Leonara was institutionalized, escaped to Lisbon and ended up in Mexico City where she spent the rest of her days in the company of like minded artists.
She is described as a seeker and a searcher. Her paintings contain elements of animal imagery, myth and occult symbolism. You can see some of her work here. I see Mexico in all of them.
A room in the abandoned hotel down our dirt road, around the corner from Lobo and Pinto, two dogs I’ve befriended, if that’s possible.