dun dun dun - dun duh dun, dun duh dun...

That was the Imperial March from Star Wars, incase you couldn't hear the music in your head... Reveling in my dorkiness, I am, and finally, the frantic obsession of my past few months will be eased tomorrow night when I go to the fancy megaplex on the outskirts of San Cris to see Star Wars, Ep. III with a gaggle of pals. I guess I'll have to find something else to obsess over after that...Yay! The NY Times reviewer said it's even better than the original Star Wars (Ep. IV), if you can believe that. The review also disses George Lucas for the lack quality acting and writing in his films. Ha ha!

Time has been flying here. When last I wrote, Tenley was here, and we planned to do some traveling together. Our time together was, in part, a fabulous tour of some of Mexico's fine bureaucratic institutions. It turned out that Tenley didn't get her passport stamped when she flew into Mexico, and had lost her tourist visa. We attempted to resolve this by going to the local immigration office, where, as is to be expected, the woman there told us that her boss wasn't there and there was nothing she could do for us, without even looking at the documents. The immigration people in San Cris are notorious pendejos, because of the city's proximity to Zapatista communities; they're hard asses so as to discourage unwanted activists from staying too long and meddling. So we took a trip to Tuxtla, the capital city, which is about an hour away. Tuxtla is hot and dirty, and not much of a tourist destination; not too much to see there, except for all the teachers and their supporters who were, and probably still are, on strike due to gov't cut backs. The immigration official in Tuxtla was a lot nicer to us, but told us there was nothing he could do for us, that we'd have to go to Guatemala and re-enter to get the passport stamp. This bummed us out a lot, so we decided to forget about it and get on our way to the coast of Oaxaca. We spent four lazy nights in Puerto Escondido, a big surf town. There we read, soaked up the sun, swam in the pool, talked, ate%

BOOO! Stoopid computer just at half of my blog entry! Damn. That's really annoying. I'll write more later.

Happy 27th birthday to my brother Ian!

Peace.