19.12.06

Do you see?

Sometimes I think that the Chilean flag is actually the American flag, only for the visually impared:

Consider
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10.11.06

Montevideo.











Necropolitan.















El Cementereo de la Recoleta, Buenos Aires, Argentina.

6.11.06

Viaje Montaje.

In no particular order, a few snaps of Asher! and! Jordan's! Bogus! Latin! Journey!

Approaching Jesusland. (More on this later.)
Secular 3-D film in Jesusland. Notice the anachronistic Monk.
Lamenting something or other at the faux Wailing Wall.
Trying to raise the dead, my spirits.
Sunrise from my apartment. Seen far too often.
Paseo Ahumada in Santiago.
Pico means peen in Chile. This is for my huasos.
Longinus wound. Sweaty plaster.
He told me he was a congressman and I let him.
Hydro-room in a parking garage in Buenos Aires.
Let there be light, said a nun with a megaphone.
Asher being a Sears catalogue model in El Cementerio de la Recoleta.
Unhappy with his Caesarean.
This is a shit.
Guerilla in the mist. Should read "lanky."
Parking garage owned by some wrestling super-star in Argentina.
Asher learning.
Such a jabberwocky.
Conversation piece in San Telmo.
Jordan forgot to close the blinds, letting there be too much light.
It burns!
Vending machine.
Objeja escandalosa.

Yet another overexposed blonde...

This just in: Aryan Nation Invades South America!
Chileans, Argentinians, Uruguayans flee in terror from appearance of lanky, snowy yeti! Exclamation mark!



So finally that stupid jerk Asher departed, to the tear-filled lament of an invisible violin, after three weeks of roaming the cityscapes of Santiago, Buenos Aires, and Montevideo. The higlight-slash-blooper reel of our journeys would include close-call cliff-diving, ground-writhing in the favela, 5-hour apartment lockouts, and one 25-meter animatronic Jesus.

I had a hell of a good time with you, kiddo. I will always remember the enormity of this sandwich: