Fear And Loathing In Mexico City

Mas Fotos

2009-01-30T10:31:00.001-08:00

Here are more photos from Mexico City that I stole from James Chang.

James tried a self-timed photograph but was not fast enough

I'm acting like a 14 year old girl that doesn't want to be photographed

This was handed to Vanessa by a crazy homeless guy.

We climb pyramids

I'm taking ordering my coffee very seriously

Walking through La Condesa

This man has no legs

Me walking through Mexico City

3rd Largest Pyramid in the world

James is a creep for owning so many masks.

The group and some Megays

James chillin' outside the museum

Termino

2009-01-23T19:36:00.000-08:00

It was a fun trip. It was a crazy trip. I met a few really cool people.

The Drinks Get Stronger And Much, Much More Frequent

2009-01-22T14:34:00.000-08:00

Lucha Libre

2009-01-21T13:14:00.000-08:00

You better take care of me Lord, if you don't you're gonna have me on your hands.

Change You Can Believe In

2009-01-20T13:21:00.000-08:00

The TV business is uglier than most things. It is normally perceived as some kind of cruel and shallow money trench through the heart of the journalism industry, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free and good men die like dogs, for no good reason.

And they elected your new president.

FYI

For his inauguration Obama charged $50,000 per person (in donations of course) to attend his fiesta – still, more than 10 times what individuals could give to his campaign

Top Donors To His Inauguration Bash

Securities & Investment	$3,603,000
Lawyers/Law Firms	$2,508,950
Misc Business	$2,191,127
TV/Movies/Music	$1,748,200
Real Estate	$1,570,805
Business Services	$1,307,450
Misc Finance	$1,176,750

I Don't Have Any Money!

2009-01-18T13:47:00.000-08:00

Tonight was one of those strange nights where you are completely willing to believe you may have dreamed the entire thing. You aren't even sure if it was a great night or a terrible one. I found out rooster really do crow early in the morning. I also learned that walking through Mexico City at 5:30 in the morning by yourself is actually really scary.

Not sure why I look like a fag here

These are my housemates from Spain.

Bottle service = me paying half the bill

We rock ties because we do it right.

Tequila -- It don't taste like skittles

Left To Right: Jaun (Nicaragua), Emily (Kansas), Vanessa (Virginia), Dina (Long Island), Janet (Queens)

"I think I fucked up" -James Chang

Some More Pics From The Pyramids

2009-01-17T18:53:00.000-08:00

Third tallest pyramid in the world. One meter shy of the tallest.

James and me with our housemates Jaun and Alegria

Teotihuacam

2009-01-17T17:19:00.000-08:00

In a closed society where everybody's guilty, the only crime is getting caught. In a world of thieves, the only final sin is stupidity.

When The Going Gets Weird, The Weird Turn Pro

2009-01-17T17:05:00.000-08:00

I Ate Cattle Head Today

2009-01-15T20:59:00.000-08:00

Mexican Funeral In Taxco

This stuff is called Flora De Manitas. There is an ancient Aztek recipe that uses this flower to make a psychedelic drug. If you boil this into a tea along with two other plants you are suppose to hallucinate. Apparently it doesn't work and it tastes terrible.

"A Mexican BMW"

2009-01-13T17:47:00.000-08:00

Clover

2009-01-13T17:22:00.000-08:00

I muttered, trying to pin the word down. But it is one of those words, like love, that I have never quite understood. Most people who deal in words don’t have much faith in them and I am no exception - especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong. They are too elusive and far too relative when you compare them to sharp, mean little words like Punk and Cheap and Phony. I feel at home with these, because they’re scrawny and easy to pin, but the big ones are tough and it takes either a priest or a fool to use them with any confidence.

Flaming Cucurachas & Broken Glass

2009-01-13T16:32:00.001-08:00

Frida Kahlo's House

2009-01-13T15:17:00.000-08:00

No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.

DF

2009-01-12T22:12:00.000-08:00

Universidad Ibero

James is gay

Fiesta Americana

2009-01-11T14:32:00.000-08:00

I tend to sweat heavily in warm climates. My clothes are soaking wet from dawn to dusk. This worried me at first, but when I went to a doctor and described my normal daily intake of booze, drugs and poison he told be me to come back when the sweating stopped.

I think I'm getting the Fear

2009-01-11T13:23:00.000-08:00

Paradise

2009-01-11T00:34:00.000-08:00

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning.

Acapulco

2009-01-10T14:13:00.000-08:00

It was dangerous lunacy, but it was also the kind of thing a real connoisseur of edge-work could make an argument for... Separately, we might pull it off. But together, no — we would blow it. Too much aggressive chemistry in that mix; the temptation to run a deliberate freakout would be too heavy.

Primera Noche

2009-01-09T20:54:00.000-08:00

When you bring an act into this town, you want to bring it heavy. Don't waste any time with cheap shucks and misdemeanors. Go straight for the jugular. Get right into felonies.

Large Die

2009-01-09T20:49:00.000-08:00

Her Soul Is Clean

2009-01-09T18:14:00.000-08:00

No Sympathy for the Devil

2009-01-07T22:08:00.000-08:00

Reading the front page made me feel a lot better. Against that heinous background, my crimes were pale and meaningless. I was a relatively respectable citizen — a multiple felon, perhaps, but certainly not dangerous. And when the Great Scorer came to write against my name, that would surely make a difference.

Pulquo

2009-01-07T22:00:00.000-08:00

Our trip was different. It was a classic affirmation of everything right and true and decent in the national character. It was a gross, physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country-but only for those with true grit. And we were chock full of that.

Almost Forgot

2009-01-07T19:18:00.000-08:00

Where Dreams Come To Die

2009-01-06T22:22:00.000-08:00

I felt like a monster reincarnation of Horatio Alger: A man on the move, and just sick enough to be totally confident.

Everything Is Bigger In Mexico

2009-01-06T20:59:00.000-08:00

Like most of the others, I was a seeker, a mover, a malcontent, and at times a stupid hell-raiser. I was never idle long enough to do much thinking, but I felt somehow that my instincts were right. I shared a vagrant optimism that some of us were making real progress, that we had taken an honest road, and that the best of us would inevitably make it over the top. At the same time, I shared a dark suspicion that the life we were leading was a lost cause, that we were all actors, kidding ourselves along on a senseless odyssey. It was the tension between these two poles--a restless idealism on one hand and a sense of impending doom on the other--that kept me going.

Welcome To Mexico

2009-01-05T19:16:00.000-08:00

Estan en Mexico chicanas!