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.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Less Distracted than Happy

It has been over a month since I posted. I got distracted, what can I say. She doesn’t want distract me any more so now I can do my best to shake off that disappointment along with the usual Holiday Blues. I hate the Holidays. You are supposed to be happy and if you're not you will be coerced to feel the joy of the season. I don’t often feel like being happy, even less so right now, and the saccharine crap Christmas marketers put out is incessant and inescapable. Go ahead, make me happy, but you've got to ask yourself one question: "Do I feel lucky?" Well, do ya, punk? I have to go shopping this evening and am soooooo looking forward to it. I wonder if Sears sells guns and ammo. This must be why they have that waiting period. I think my family may be getting some pretty crappy gifts this year.

Still no work on our NSF grant and what is going to happen in Belize next season. Shoshi is supposed to be going down there soon if not already, but I don’t know if that happened or will happen. I have reiterated my intent to be down there for two months to the president of the company I work for and got no negative response. Two of the higher-ups, the head of the companies ecological division and the manager of the Cleveland branch office, both quit within about a month of each other and I don’t think she wants to give people reasons to leave.

I am planning to check out the Remix Café on Friday. As far as I can tell it is a DJ thing that the Symposium is holding on the weekends now. Eric Wolf, “He who shall not be named” and the artist formerly known as Sergio Van Lukenstein, is going to be there spinning disks. I used to be a regular at the Symposium, having made friends with most of the staff and usually stopping by on my way out or home Fridays and Saturdays. However, this led to excessive drinking and driving in Lakewood, and I had to stop. I sort of miss the really loud, almost always bad music. I may not have enjoyed it, but it was always real and really loud. In all honesty, I am glad there is a place for these bands to be able to play out. Based on past experience at the Symposium, I don’t have a lot of hope for the Remix Café to be a fun time, but you never know.

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