Tonight, I watched a piece on television about www.craigslist.com. It was intriguing. I've used craigslist before (tried to sell my pickup truck from the bowels of Hell) and was impressed with the concept. I wasn't impressed with the results (no sale but I did get some scammers trying to pull one over on me), but I was impressed with the ease of using it. That wasn't the first time I used craigslist. I remember trying to find someone to ride with me to Albuquerque, New Mexico just before the 2004 presidential election; I had offered MoveOn.org to go to New Mexico to take people to the polls...for various reasons, it did not happen.
I used craigslist before, or at least I perused it. It's fascinating just to look at...some very strange postings. Oh, yeah, I looked for free, house-trained puppies on craigslist sometime before Christmas last year. It's an amazing source of information and access to the community. I imagine most of the craigslist community is much younger than I am, but I think it is interesting, nonetheless.
Some strange experiences with Skype give me reason to wonder whether such a resource exists in Mexico...I don't know. The strange experiences involve middle-aged Mexican woman sending me messages on Skype, suggesting an interest in developing a relationshipo with me. After getting such messages, I changed my visibility on Skype (I am not interested in trysts with middle-aged Mexican women...I'm just not), but I wonder if there's a need going unfilled in Mexico. If I were to help fill any such need, I would need to take speed to accelerate learning Spanish...hmmm, I wonder if that, too, is a potentially unfilled need...?
I'm coming up with bizarre ideas about what I could do if I moved to Mexico. Today, I communicated via email with David Dorado Romo, who wrote a book entitled Ringside Seat to a Revolution, An Underground Cultural History of El Paso and Juarez: 1893-1923 . Actually, he responded a few days ago to a message I sent to his publisher, asking to get in touch with him. I responded back to him today. Anyway, he told me just a bit about how he did the research for his book, and the processes he had to go through to do the research. I thought to myself, "Hey, I could do research on various historical events that occurred in Mexico and write about them!" Of course, he has an advantage in that he is fluent in Spanish and he lives (I think) in El Paso and knows lots of people in both U.S. and Mexican archival institutions. Romo seems like an interesting guy I would enjoy talking to...but I'm usually wrong about people. People I think I will like, after a first meeting, I usually despise. People to whom I take an instant dislike often turn into people I consider friends. So, if I like you at the start, I'll probably consider you to be an asshole in short order...if I loathe you, please plan on coming to my next party and sharing your insights on life with me.
What am I rambling about...? I don't know. My wife and I went out to a very upscale steakhouse chain tonight (Smith & Wollensky), using a $100 gift card to cover 2/3 of the cost. So, I'm wired. Big steak for me, enormouse filet for my wife, tomato & onion slices for me (with wonderful bleu cheese sauce and chunks), salad for my wife, 4 samples of wine (for my wife...she got the expensive prix fix item), etc., etc. I actually enjoyed the place, which is unusual for me...normally, national chains, even the upscale very expensive ones, fall flat with me. Not tonight. It was good. Obscenely overpriced, but the gift card helped enormously. I was impressed with the kitchen...I asked for my steak very, very, very rare. Usually, the result is that I get medium rare steak, which is OK...I actually like it best truly rare, with a slightly warm red center. But tonight, they listened. I got a piece of meat that was flash-seared on both sides, with virtually all of the inside absolutely raw and cold. I like my meat that way, but need spices to enjoy it. When I go back to Smith & Wollensky, I'll ask for my steak to be cooked medium rare, leaning toward the very rare side. I will eat raw meat, though...in fact, I could use a big chunk right now!
Speaking of food, as I am wont to do, I just grabbed a small handfull of wasabi peas and popped them into my mouth. I bought a container of wasabi peas for my wife as a stocking stuffer at Christmas...she hates them. But I like them! They cause my sinuses to clear, my mouth to go into some type of severe shock, and my brain to go on temporary assignment elsewhere. But that heat does feel good!
OK, it's late. Enough of this bloggery.
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