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Boldly Going…….

1 Jun

Spock was my dude

As a kid I always dug the old school Star Trek. Spock was my dude. First of all his uniform was my favorite shade of blue (my favorite color back then), secondly he was so analytical–he was a doctor for Pete’s sakes. I liked the fact that no adventure was too out there for them. They even went back in time to the Roman Empire days.
As much as I dug Sci-Fi back then, I liked the theme that they were rootless….going anywhere and that the only home was the vessel they were traveling in.

I had no idea how much this theme resonated with me until recently. Here are a few others that I came to like:

1) A-Team- a band of renegades betrayed by their government forced to become soldiers for hire, helping out the little people against the bad guys. They were always on the move and could never get too comfortable in one place with the dreaded Army and (Col. Decker)on their tails. The show always was good for a couple of chase scenes and shootouts, a little bit of comic relief with Murdock and Mr. T. and they always had a well organized plan to come out on top. Good stuff.And a great theme song:

2)Kung Fu- Couldnt tell you anything about the show other than David Carradine was traveling across the world fucking people up, with random flashbacks to his training.I was a kid when this was on syndication. I just loved the theme song–seemed epic to me I always hoped someone would make a hip hop beat from it.

Incredible Hulk was genius to me also. The Hulk was always my favorite Marvel Comic character outside of Wolverine (another dude with mad anger issues).Mild mannered David (Bruce for TV) Banner traveling across the country, looking for a cure to his ailment, hulking out on folks on principle alone. Bro just wanted peace. I could dig it–that was how I felt as a kid–peaceful, but folks kept fuckin’ wit me so I’d have to Hulk out on people, then folks would think I was crazy cuz they pushed me to that point and got stabbed with a #2 pencil. Whoa sorry, just got triggered for a second. The theme song was haunting, but the one for the cartoon series way more ill:
I would be a liar if I said I didn’t spend part of the ’90’s getting stoned and watching this show.

Quantum Leap was a bad one too. Loved the fact that he bounced back and forth through time, hoping the next leap was the leap home. Sometimes I feel like I’m in an episode of that show, trying to right a wrong that BMICk did in the past, trying to keep things in order by avoiding life altering mistakes. The only negative part is that the theme song was kinda weak.


Lastly there is Scooby muthafucking Doo. Some goofy shit I know, but the theme song was entertaining and they always had the best guests on there.

Honorable Mention: I really wanted to throw the Man with No name trilogy series in with this. Clint Eastwood basically rode around the west on his horse fucking shit up, meeting ladies, and making money. Loved GOOD, the Bad, and the Ugly, Fistful of Dollars and a Few Dollars More. Plus it led me to discover Ennio Morricone’s music. But they were movies not a tv show.


Costa Rica Retroactive Diary Day 2 “True Grit”

28 Jan

Went horseback riding for the first time. The feeling of power was incredible. Felt like my penis grew another 4 inches. Invoked feelings of being on the wild west like Eastwood and Jeff Bridges (Saw True Grit twice the week it came out). My masculinity was off the charts.

The funny thing about this town is that you’ll see just as many people riding horses for transportation as you’ll see cars. Actually better to ride a horse as the Costa Rican roads are beyond any horror you’d see in tax paying Oklahoma. If you don’t own a 4X4 vehicle in this country you’re screwed.¬† I also saw how a woman can really enjoy horse back riding. Seems like it could be really stimulating hee hee.

Spent most of the morning feeding (and milking) the cattle and horses and goats. Learned how to wash,groom and saddle the horses without getting kicked in the head.

Also went and netted some Tilapia from the pond and Paul’s chef Vivian cooked us all grilled Tilapia using only salt, lime juice and olive oil as seasoning. I was the bomb. For dessert, homemade ice cream. Something I hadn’t had since I was a young boy staying at my Granny’s for the summer. I almost cried after the first spoonful (weighs a ton).

Spent the even listening to the owner of the farm, Paul, talk about his sexual exploits in Africa–while on business there with the World Bank. Strange dude. Could not understand why he was telling me how he smuggled ganja into the states nor his fetish for 20 year old African women (the darker the better he says).

After two hours of this and seeing the biggest cockroach I’ve ever seen in my life (it flew onto the porch fluttered its papery wings and then flew away), I decided to try and sleep a little. But not before bathing myself in Deep Woods Off . Still it didn’t help much and I got eaten alive anyway.

This Canadian couple that were staying at the farm on a bed and breakfast deal decided they couldn’t sleep there one more night because the insects were so bad.

The husband and I went for beer and cigarettes and found a place with cabinas only 6km from the farm. With the bad roads (they were not driving a 4×4 vehicle) and the insects, old Andy decided he was gonna stay put. I put my Spanish to use and ¬†brokered him a deal on the cabinas alongside a taxi to pick up his wife (and a ride home for me).

Paul wasn’t happy bout this and in between bragging about his sexual conquests in Africa he explained to me why the couple’s abrupt departure left him feeling sore.

Everyone was out to get poor Paul. His farm staff wasn’t worth a damn. The townspeople were against him. His ex-wives and girlfriends had him figured wrong. No one understood him. At least that was the way he’d tell it.

With just the two of us alone on the property, being on the farm took on a weird vibe, one similar to “The Shining”. Old Paul was exhibiting some paranoid behavior. And the weirdness was only just beginning.

I thought about rubbing one out before I went to sleep. But Paul’s room was right next to mine. He’d surely hear the mattress squeaking from behind the thin walls.

So I decided just to close my eyes and breathe deeply and ignore the hissing of mosquito wings in my ears.