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All By Myself (dont want to be)…

Alone in Mexico. All alone. Sadly, tragically and temporarily alone. Except for all the people and the 5 dogs I am hopelessly, existentially, maudlinly alone. Except for this beer swilling American on my left and that little guy reading The Bali Post to my right I am shipwrecked, abandoned, solo and sad. I used to love […]

23Jul2008 | Jillian | 1 comment | Continued
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I´ll Never

I am not currently drinking but feel free to grab a coctail if you want to play along at home.

Be a twin and marry a twin and live next door to my sister and both-ways-brother-in-law in matching houses
Be a real ballerina and dance outdoors onstage in Saratoga where I saw my first Sleeping Beauty and very possibly get […]

10Jul2008 | Jillian | 6 comments | Continued
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“Oh CRASH my BASH”


3Jul2008 | Jillian | 3 comments | Continued
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Pre-Order Your Copy Today

I was buzzing around the Bitten blog, procrastinating, making travel plans, when I noticed a recipe with reference to a certain Yucatan fishing village down the road a pace. A shout-out to the Cuda (or I dare say the Shark?), very cool. Reading on, I happened upon this quote in a post about peas:
while listening […]

18Jun2008 | Jillian | 2 comments | Continued
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The Road Not Taken

What would have become of the Joads if they didn’t flee the dust bowl and travel West to California? What if Jay and Daisy weren’t driving back to West Egg on that fateful night? And how else would pseudo literary high school boys impress alternative girls if Sal and Dean hadn’t been so debauched and […]

12Jun2008 | Jillian | 3 comments | Continued
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Homesic

Inevitably there are days when an American Living Outside the Continental US (ALOCUS) feels too foreign, too exhausted and frustrated and longs for the familiar flora, fauna and fragrances of home. There are many scenarios, both real and imagined that in my reverie I embellish and elaborate upon.
I am particularly susceptible today to a foreigner’s […]

4Jun2008 | Jillian | 2 comments | Continued
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That Must Not Mean What I Think It Means

Mari couldn’t come to the house today because of a scheduling conflict: there is a junta at Marieli’s school that she was expected to attend.
Unless the Progreso mothers are planning a violent overthrow of Candelaria elementary, that word must have a slightly less camouflaged coup d’etat meaning than I had previously thought.

29May2008 | Jillian | 2 comments | Continued
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Observation #6012

It smells like tater tots in here today.
Follow up half-conscious thought: I wish I had Social Studies this afternoon.

15May2008 | Jillian | 0 comments | Continued
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What You Get For…$50.00 Pesos

1 banana
1 cantaloupe
1 mamey
1 pineapple
2 mangoes
7 ciruelas (tiny plums)
8 limes
1 coco, bien fria, with straw
Everything but the sipping coconut came from the Progreso mercado. The Ciruelas pictured are sweet and amazing but others I sampled, with yellow skin, were more sour and hard. Mamey is an acquired taste, to mine like cream pie and Jergen’s […]

9May2008 | Jillian | 1 comment | Continued
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When I Was Red

On or about Summer 1999 I was a Communist for a long time. To get a sense of what constituted a serious commitment of passionate activity, imagine a pie chart of my life at this age with 33% dedicated to reading; 33% dedicated to drinking; 33% dedicated to pondering/wandering/moping and 1% dedicated to considering […]

1May2008 | Jillian | 5 comments | Continued
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It’s all zipwires and peanut butter for those people like 365 days a year

Despite their not having to hold jobs, pay taxes, dress themselves, worry about homeowners insurance, mortgage rates, recession or cholesterol children are going to enjoy a day of grace all day today in Mexico and tomorrow in many more countries around the globe.
If by some chance you are a child who has stumbled across this […]

30Apr2008 | Jillian | 4 comments | Continued
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Welcome to the Gringo House

Sometimes I feel a bit as if we are on display in our office. We’re not in here flinging poop and pleasuring ourselves; we’re just working. Sitting at our workstation, Malcolm at his big boy table and me at my trundle desk, we type, we grimace, we laugh ,we head-scratch, we wait under headphones and […]

25Apr2008 | Jillian | 2 comments | Continued
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