on top of everything else, th day after i send my last posting, that'll be

two weeks tomorrow, i guess, i finally make it back to vega baja after

ummm-

a week, i guess, since driving into san juan v`spera d reyes, 5th of

january,

& th beach house had bn broken into: th big magnavox tv set, th microwave

oven from downstairs, my new am/fm clock radio still in th box...all of

these

were gone, plus, we found out later, when dr.dad showed up th next day, a

new

set of screwdrivers & a mercury lamp also in its box...

so anyway...

i'm not 100% sure i'll really do it, but i'm telling myself i'll rent an

imac

for th next four weeks or so, catch up on my...adult internet

socializing...??

so anyway...

i'm certainly reading a lot these days...'poland' by michener!! got into it

for a while, but i tried to switch gears after a hundred or so pages of

'los

detectives salvajes' by roberto bola~o, who co-wrote th book i based my

screenplay on & nearly strippd an aesthetic gear...i'm also hopscotching my

way around 'generation x' by douglas coupland, which has some weird

intersections in tone & attitude w/ roberto's book. very good, too. there

was

something else i was reading in installments...'th cast of characters'?

something else...?

thought i might make it into old san juan for sunday night's final fiesta d

san sebastian blowout & a little dancing in th streets...nope. am i turning

agoraphobic? haven't even managed to drag myself to th grocery store for my

obligatory breakfast staple, pineapple juice...after i'm finishd here

(soapy's internet station, facing th bay between tourism piers two & three)

i'll stop @ pueblo de diego & stock up for th week- yogurt, juice, water,

greens, onions, calabaza...

so anyway...twenty minutes until one in th morning...friend ray may wake me

up tomorrow to drive out to vega baja & give me some tips on shelf making,

basic carpentry...okey, ray...

i cd use a mentor in brick & mortar & concrete work- it wd be great to make

a

little office out of th dead space th upstairs terrace has become- los

pillos

put a long driftwood trunk thru th last bit of picture window there to get

into th second story! how th-?? no scrapes, no blood, nothing on th jagged

points of th small, irregular opening- this guy's an outlaw yogi or

something...!

oh, ok...basta for now...

abrazos a tutti,

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