After I was shitcanned by American Tower in October (stock price then – $35, today, $28 . . . you do the math), I was trying to think of things to do with my time off. Of course, you know that I had to look for a job, but I also needed to readjust and pump up my mojo. I hadn’t exactly lost the mojo, it was just a bit funky. I would describe it as being in kind of an upper-middle class mojo doldrums. Elevating my mojo to a deluxe apartment in the sky is my primary focus of my unemployment. I had a friend who took some paid medical leave from work and she used it to straighten a bit of her life out rather than look for a new job (which was the cause of some of her stress and had been her primary focus before she took leave), and I applauded that decision. That’s my motivation as I am using my time off to explore different career paths and live life to the fullest.
So as a result of those decisions, welcome to my Central American Photoblog! I found a flight for low cash in December, and decided to change my whole latitude. I landed, bought a motorcycle, I’m having an adventure, looking for career opportunities, making new friends, and shagging some Latin-American women (hopefully) in the process. I landed last week, and rocked my new moto (well, let’s just say my bike made friends with some rocks on more than one occasion) down to Panama and It’s my first photo upload today. The internet connections down here aren’t as sexy as the huge pipes we’ve got in the states, but they’ll work for what I need them for. You don’t have enough privacy to watch porno in most of these internet cafes.
Pre.S.: By the way, each of the pictures pops up in the window with a really cool zoom effect that I downloaded and installed myself without knowing a hint of javascript. It took me a few hours to figure out, so make my effort worth a damn and click on some of those mothers. You know what they say about a picture’s equivalent word value . . . hopefully my publisher won’t get too pissed when I short him.
 We were over Cuba when I took this; the cloud cover was fantastic, but I don’t feel my camera captured the detail of the clouds. If you open this one in a bigger picture, you can see it a bit better. I flew US Airways: the flight over was only $160, but if you want to breathe when you’re on the plane it costs $10.I shouldn’t say that, the stewardess hooked me with a free cranberry juice – I think I was flying US Air. Is that stealing? Read More . . . |
