dominican twang

hold on to your hat
Originally uploaded by third uncle.

luis segura
from the album
disco d'oro
LISTEN/yo quiero hablarte

been quite awhile since the last post. pj and i just got back from a week long vacation in the dominican republic last wednesday, a week long that in reality felt like a week too short. we spent most of our stay on the northeastern samana peninsula surrounded by lush tropics, green mountains, white sands and clear warm waters. we ate and drank well, mostly fried fish with plantains or rice and beans washed down with a large bottle of presidente. oh, and they have this fantastic drink, or concoction may be a better word, called mamajuana which is dark rum mixed with honey and a special blend of tree bark and root distilled for months under wet earth to be drunk for the promotion of sexual virility and fertility. the drink was like firewater, to be sipped cautiously, but left me feeling fuzzy and buzzing and quite possibly, um, virile. dominicans love their drink, almost as much as they love their merengue and bachata music, which can most always be heard blaring insane out of trucks, comedors, and discotheques at ear damaging volumes from day to early morning, from the biggest cities to the sleepiest coastal outposts. the song here is in classic style from the "papa de bachata" luis segura, courtesy of captain's crate, a favorite music site that everyone should check out for the best in deep, rollicking, grooving, funking shit from around the world.

the milky delight that invited us all

mcgyver o'brien
Originally uploaded by third uncle.

jeff magnum
from the album
live at jittery joe's
LISTEN/engine

i'm still recovering after the raging memorial weekend that brought six, yes six, of my old OC pals from the elementary school days to new york city. i'm sore in places that i didn't know drinking so heavily could make you sore, and my head is still stuck in a muddle of sorts. interestingly enough, beer is the only thing that can soothe my aches and clear my mind. the cycle continues. the reunion was a success, the boys haven't really changed too much and it's nice to know that none of us are in a real rush to become proper adults. disappointed that no one got naked this time. did i just reveal too much?
the picture on the right was taken in the lobby of nbc studios. coincidentaly, or perhaps it was written in the cosmos, these are two of pj's greatest all-time loves (i come nowhere close in the ranking) shopped shoulder to shoulder amongst many other nbc characters of reality and fiction. when she was in the sixth grade she would write macgyver (richard dean anderson) letters addressing him as rick ('cause they're real tight like that), declaring that she was his biggest fan and asking him for advice on boys. for real. i think she might kill me for telling you this.