last saturday i was betting against policemen on chickens in a cockfight deep in Quito. this week i'm telemarketing for my father. i'm trying to tutor french and spanish but i'm not sure if all that'll work out.

and not even the love of my parents can save me from the Lonely Midwest. it's filled with silence and void on actual and figurative levels, but that doesn't mean i don't enjoy it, on occasion. it's just so imposing. it demands to be looked in the face until it makes you cry.

but maybe not? maybe i've just been looking away for awhile... what the hell do i know. every one seems so alone here. distant. myself included.

i do enjoy driving, being around family, and eating pizza, but these things get old. just give me a weekend in Grand Rapids.

not a whole lot else to say. we have a big screen tv now. wide screen HDTV shit. it looks kind of out of place in our living room, and no one in the house has mastered how the fuk to work it. i know there's some sort of lesson, parable, or perhaps irony hiding somewhere among these facts, but i'm either too dumb or too impatient to figure out what it is.

suppose that's about it. one more thing.

el ecuador ganó la argentina en fútbol ayer. ¡qué viva!