QuaxiDanto

QuaxiDanto: If you speak K'ekchi, you know what it means, but don’t understand. K'ekchi is a Mayan dialect spoken in, among other places, Belize. I made several extended trips into the high bush in southern Belize at the end of the last century with a bunch of K'ekchis who gave me the nickname Danto, which means Tapir. That name had been taken so I added the modifier Quaxi, which means crazy. What does CrazyTapir mean as far as the title of my blog? Whatever!

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I am an enigmatic anachronism, facing the world jaded and uncomfortably impressed. My chosen profession is archaeology, which turns out to be way more tedious than cool. I race yachts, hang with the bohemian artist crowd, and vacation at ancient Maya cities. Its no wonder I usually feel out of place, and am oh-so-pleased to be different (even if it is not in a good way). Why TOC?: I was participating through emails in a call-in radio show that didn’t accept phone calls (it’s college radio, which covers a multitude of sins). The host had a friend named Chuck who also wrote into the show so they started referring to me as “the other Chuck.” I started signing my emails TOC (The Other Chuck). A little later I started posting to a blog that was running live during the next program in the lineup and then a couple of other places and have just kind of stuck with it as a screen name. Again, whatever dude.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Burnin' hard

Man, I have really started to burn it at both end since getting back from Belize. Sunday I was at Taste of Tremont and stayed out late listening to the Boys from County Hell. They are always a fun time and seem to like the Treehouse so I have caught there act a number of times. Monday was another late night of drinking and enjoyment of good music. Yesterday I took a breather and just stayed up late watching cartoons until 2:00 AM. Tonight I am going to the Indians game to be followed by blues at Wilbert’s (read more drinking until the wee hours). Thursday is volleyball at Mitchel’s, which is mostly all about drinking beer, but thankfully seldom lasts past 11:00. Friday Maria is having her opening and I am sure I will be chauffeuring her around and out and about after for drinks etc. At least it won’t be a school night. I need a reality check. Hopefully my credit card bill from the trip will come soon and I will realize that I am actually too poor to be inflicting all this brain damage on myself.

posted by TOC | 10:59 AM

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