in managua, waiting for people to arrive. one has already. watching dynamics of people run around and trying to get the read of everyone who is at the table its like waiting tables but with language as the prize not tips. i dont know how any of us are doing. i dont want any of us to fall behind.

the concert that daddy yankee gave here the other weekend is being rebroadcast over the hotel tv at 1030am on a saturday, it is never too early for some reggeaton. never.

i want to ride my bike and race and win. a desire i have been feeling recently.

zone out, stare into the box and lose yourself. ask for no problems and you will recieve no challenges. i want challenges, maybe just problems with pretty faces.

its a saturday in managua, i feel this and therefore it must be real.