Twirls na Praia

Oh Joy.

When work doesn't go my way

I have a new work strategy to help me sell the best I can while I'm here in Cali. On days that I go out and don't sell anything, I force myself to go to the local gas station and get the biggest drink available and drink all of it on the drive home. It's sort of my punishment for not performing well. In most cases, the cup size is ridiculously huge (64 oz.) and ends up weighing about 5 pounds when full. I know one day I'll go in to a gas station and the biggest cup is going to be some kind of bucket thing...and I'll have to get it, and I'll have to drink ALL of it too. Hopefully I don't have any more "no sale" days.

A curious photograph

Can anyone identify the large man lurking in the shadows at the pottery shop? All I got was this profile of his shadow.

Redeeming the French

There are a few things, as far as I'm concerned, that are active forces working toward a redemption of the French. They are as follows:

1. The film "Paris, je'taime."
2. A fond memory of sitting on a rock in southern France. Those who were there know.
3. A fond memory of being in a small market in southern France and having my brain turned to mush.
4. Keren Ann's album "Nolita". Just have a listen...you'll feel better about our arrogant friends across the ocean in no time.

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