On the Subject of Me

 

I hate MSN "Live" Spaces... just in case you were wondering.  It wasn't always so, we got along well for the first few months, we laughed and cried together, we even toured South America hand in hand.  Then one day, MSN Spaces morphed abruptly into some kind of evil counterpart 'MSN Live Spaces.'   It was like a girlfriend who goes to California for a holiday in order to find herself... and comes back a man.  I couldn't deal with the kind of changes MSN Live Spaces wanted me to accept, a new user unfriendly look, brand new settings, the exclusivity (now, only MSN Live Spaces Members can post comments)  AND, the fact that I didn't have a say in the matter. 

 

So, I'm in the market for a new blog home.  Also, I'm involved in some kind of 'polyblogamy' experiment.   Intrigued?  Check out the site at:

 

Thus concludes the adventures of Dr. Otis Guelpe... at this site anyway.

I may write one more post here to announce my new blog home, but other than that

Adios.

Dr. O.

 

Why is it that I can have these fantastic entries in my head all day but when I actually sit down to write them I find that I've lost the capacity to communicate in English?

My parents went up north for the weekend. This means my older brothers and I are holding down the fort until they get back. When we were younger that would have meant calling friends and having a few celebratory cocktails, now it means ordering pizza (because there's no one around to cook supper) and falling asleep at 10:00 pm while watching re-runs of 'Full House.'

When did this happen?

Realistically, the people I normally would have called have houses, girlfriends, some wives, kids even.

I sleep in my parents walk-in closet.

So... when did this happen? I guess thats the weird part about moving home for a couple weeks; the last time I spent any reasonable amount of time here during the autumn we were all in high school. A lot can happen in six years I suppose. Why don't I feel like its happened to me?

Is it because I don't have a job, house, wife, kids? Is that what defines growing up?

Well, that should be enough deep thinking for the next 3-5 years.

Dr. O.

 

Surprise! I took the month of August off... and half of September!!

Ha... haa (sheepish laugh)

It's what they call in the blogging business a “hiatus,” or, what my mother calls, “laziness.”

Its also a good way to lose the majority of your readership. However, if just one person happens to stumble upon this page accidentally, I'll have half my readership back, so I'm not too worried.

I blame everything on my canceled flight from Bolivia. Yeah, true story. Due to Hurricane Ernesto, no planes were flying or landing through Miami on August 30^th, the day I was supposed to come home. Instead, I had to race to a small coastal pueblo in Peru called Lima, and fly home from there on September 3^rd. So, even though I was technically only 4 days off schedule, I now have an excuse for everything wrong in my life.

So, when my mom asks me in 4 months time why I haven't found a job and I'm still living at home, I can say, “Remember Hurricane Ernesto mom?? Well, its really thrown me off track...”

That's the other surprise, I'm home!! And by home, I actually mean living at my parents house in good ol' Hagersville baby. I figure its the perfect graduation present from me to my parents; to sleep on the floor of their walk in closet for the next few months while I try and figure my life out. Now every morning I can recommend different outfits and help them get dressed from the comfort of my own make-shift bed. Though, somehow I don't think they appreciate the present as much... but its the thought that counts, right?

Well, I don't want to give away too much good news all in one post...

I'm turning into a dirty old man way too quickly.

Sincerely,

Dr. O.

....Continued from last entry....

 

Bo-6 Swimsuit Calendar

 

So we were at the beach and the girls kept begging, “Mike, can you take sexy pictures of us in our bathing suits?”

 

“Sorry ladies, I just don’t feel right about it.” I said.  But they just kept persisting that finally I caved.

 

Okay, so maybe it was all my idea… and maybe some of them didn’t even want to do it, but we have a Bo-6 swimsuit calendar now and that’s all that matters. 

 

Random Action Pics

 

These are just a series of pictures I took at various times that I couldnt categorize.  I will say that at the Black Clothing Market you can get a swell pair of jeans for 10$. 

 

Okay....gotta go.

M.

 

Bolivia – Tres Cruces

 

These are photos of my pad in Tres Cruces.  I think at one point it used to be a classroom judging by the numbers and vowels taped to the wall.  Afterwards it was some kind of animal feed storage facility; the ground was littered with food pellets when we arrived, (which were delicious). 

Once it was cleaned, we put a straw mattress on the ground… added a table and two chairs, and “voila” our very own one room think tank, (we had a lot of time to think in Tres Cruces).  It reminded me of those interrogation rooms you see in the movies, it even had the one bulb light hanging from the ceiling.  Sometimes at night when I was bored I would tie Maryam (my project partner) to the chair and ask her, “Where did you put the money?”  “Where are the others?” or “Don´t you play games with me!”  Then I would splash a bucket of cold water on her until she cried.   I don’t think she liked this game.

Though we didn’t have any running water, toilet, cooking facilities… we did have a satellite dish in the backyard.  The people of Tres Cruces definitely have their priorities in order.

 

Other random photos:

-A compost I built

-Our bathroom (the one that looks like a shed)

-The reading wall

 

Circo Infantil II

 

“Circo Infantil” or “This children’s Circus.”  It’s a place where underprivileged kids can hang out and learn how to make bread, weave, bow hunt, track dinosaurs, kill dragons… all the important things. It’s also where my team sends me for the day while they did big people projects.  

Here I am able to assert my dominance, and it also gives me a chance to practice my interrogation techniques.  I find it’s easier to get answers if you use blindfolds.

 

The rest of this entry will have to wait for now.... but enjoy the picture of me with my shirt off.

The Dr.