Sunday, January 25, 2004

posted by: copernicus on 1/25/2004 01:58:00 AM
Ok folks (I say folks as if I'm addressing a group, but Molly and Ericka: I think you're the only ones who read this thing),

I'm back from the land of the Maya. I kept a journal while in Meh-hee-ko, and ended up with about 40 pages in a 4X6 inch notebook. I'll get them up as soon as I can, and the first entry will be before I go to bed in a few hours.

Ericka:

I will call you tomorrow. I know you're hard to reach with no cell phone signal wayout there in B.F.E (That's Bum-Fuck-Egypt for those of you who didn't use this delightful phrase in grade school), so if reading this Monday morning at work is your first contact from me this week, I want to have dinner (or ice cream or whatever) with you and my niece this week. I miss my girls and I have presents from Mexico.

Molly:

The only hope I know of that can hurt is blind hope. You can't rely on it or it crumbles under the pressure. You have to keep it peripheral and let it surprise you, I think it succeeds more that way. Play peek-a-boo with it. I like South Brooklyn Tony, those are the types of jokes my father loved to tell, and he was a Manhattan boy, born and raised. I take it you bought a new Ani c.d. I hope my recommendations helped. I want to look up my birthday in that book, along with a few others.

Whenever your birthday is, I hope (there's that word again) that the completion of your 22nd orbit 'round the Sun finds you smiling that warm smile, and amongst people that you love (4-legged ones included).

Love, Jamie.