Another belting-hot day in Soufriere and we're just hanging out by the pool - tonight we're going for dinner at a restaurant which serves the hottest Vindaloo curry I've ever had - we're talking blistered lips and major damage to the extremities here.
Heard a good Vagina Dentata(the myth about vaginas with teeth that's common to more than a few cultures) joke last night. On their wedding night, the husband's wife tells him about the teeth, so he gets down to take a look. When he comes up, his wife says "Well?" and he says "Well, you don't actually have any teeth there - but your gums are in pretty bad shape." And thus was born the first cosmetic surgery boutique practice in Meso-America. Credit/blame to Greg the surgeon from Knoxville for that one....
I don't know what's going on, but in the past three days, I've had an invitation to lead a poetry worskhop, a solicitation for poetry from a very good litmag, and a confirmation to appear in a doumentary about poetry - I need to come on vacation more often! I also managed to get a couple of poems written, too, so things are looking good right now. The annual send-out-the-book-and-wait-six-months-to-find-you-didn't-win-again season/ritual starts right around now, too, so I'll be getting on that treadmill right after I get back.
Managed to escape the insane Presidential Holodeck program - but I fear I may have gone from the frying-pan into the fire. Now I'm apparently a short, fat, balding Englishman from the 21st century with no sense of style - and I'm allegedly a popular singer - though I appear to have no musical talent whatsoever - its just too bizarre! I apparently got my start as the drummer in a band fronted by a near-genius, then struck out on my own when the jealousy became unbearable. With such hits as "Coming in the Air Tonight" and "Su-su-Sulia" or some such nonsense, I've become a household name, and even won an Oscar for a treacly bit of warbling on a popular film, "The Lion King". I've become so popular, in fact, that I felt able to divorce my wife via fax, before taking up with a 13 year-old personal trainer with whom I shared a deep intellectual affinity. I might stick around in this one for a while..
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