well it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows...

Update: Retard...I was so blazed the other night and my brother was screaming at video games like he often does. His computer is fried, so to threaten him to shut up I told him I was putting a password on my computer. I used a legendary phrase, but used uppercase letters and numbers. The next day I completely forgot what it was, and everything I tried failed. I couldn't get in, and the apple site said I would have to delete my hard drive :( So today after work, I was determined to "crack the code". I went through about 80 - 100 different combinations before I found the magic one! Determination can go a long way to that fantastic, orgasmic moment of relief.


Well Obama won. I'm just very glad that this is all over, because now it's going to go in one direction against the people that will lose . And I'll be 21 and I will get so wasted and I will dance around half-naked.



I have been working for about a week solid now. It's really not as hard as I thought it would be. The key issues I have are with my uniform. I'm such a slob and it shows at this job. I never wear my hat (we always have to wear a hat outside), my shoes are never shiny and my name tag is conspicuously absent. I've decided that if I ever work for the government for reals, that it's going to have to be on my terms, and I'm going to have to be able to deal with the rules and regulations. Actually, working at this job makes me want to be a chillax professor that much more. Reyes wears like the same shirt everyday, is late, and says fuck all the time and no one cares. When you have these like government restrictions, it is very easy to slip up if you are some dumb 20 year old kid.

Not to say that I hate this job: I love it. I love the park. There is a special kind of energy that flows all around Mesa Verde. It's like leaving another world, even though you are right next to the Cortex of hell. I don't know if it's the spirits of the people still there, or just merging with nature, but I honestly feel high when I'm there. If I'm negative about some aspect or something, it just all melts away by the end of the day. There are so many wild animals that roam around, the wildflowers are everywhere, and the canyons are ridiculous. It's quiet (for the most part) and I get to drive around a lot listening to the radio, which is fun.

I also enjoy talking to people, who are from all over the U.S. and the world. The Europeans have definitely invaded. When I was in NYC a few weeks ago, I realized that there were more Europeans there than when I went in 2003. At the park they come in bus loads, taking advantage of our worthless money. It's sad -- but cool at the same time. They are usually insanely polite and really interesting to talk to. I just feel bad that in my tours I am throwing in so much slang that they don't even know what I'm saying. As for the Americans - most of them are cool, but some of them are just annoying. The annoying part about this job is that I hear the same questions over and over again...but over time I have learned so much about different places, events, jobs, etc just from talking people. It's very nice because you are kind of like in a petry dish full of people and they are all just random and have different experiences. So I'm spending the last summer in Cortez with no one from Cortez -- and that's okay with me.

Some memorable experiences as of late:

-Yesterday I was taking a Long House tour, and a beautiful lizard jumped out right in front of us on the trail and sat next to the trail while everyone walked by it. It was one of the most amazing animals I ever saw:

The Eastern Collard Lizard

- Two people I worked with made me realize that I will never work for the CIA

- People laugh when you talk about heart attacks, death, drunks, "fewked up", etc...but not anything else

-Gay and or/Italians laugh at me

-This little boy today seriously asked the most awkward question I have ever been asked. I was telling everyone about the features of the Kiva, and some of the beliefs of the Hopi/Puebloans. The little boy asked "Well why would they believe something that was not true?" I began to laugh nervously, and I think I said "OOOOO" and everyone else around me (about 40 people) were way freaked out to. I handled it as best I could, and the summation was "It's very rude to tell other people that their beliefs aren't true." But I was really sucky at explaining myself because I was just so off guard by that question.

-Shake and bake is not as cool as it sounds

-I love Wetherill Mesa ( - cougars, bobcats)