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.

Monday, July 18, 2005

Just back from Belize, where there was serious discussion of setting up a web site for the project and including Blogs from all the participants so I figure I might as well give it a try while the idea is fresh in my mind. I don’t expect to have anything anybody will much want to hear. Typically all I have to say is as sarcastic as it is insulting, but what the fuck.

After spending a month in southern Belize, I sort of expected to experience a little culture shock upon my return the big city. It was my fourth extended stay down there, so maybe that had something to do with it, but I came back home and hit the ground running as if I had never left. Next time I’ll hopefully be staying for six to eight weeks, so maybe that will result in a more noticeable attitude adjustment. In the past things seemed very surreal after I got home. Maybe I am just that much more jaded now.

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