August 2004

Not dead. Just dead tired.

by zora on August 31, 2004

My pants smell like old plush bus seat–I know you know what I’m talking about.

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Not dead. Just hungry.

by zora on August 30, 2004

More details to come, but last week was a high-speed car chase.

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In culo della balena….

by zora on August 22, 2004

For obvious reasons, this Italian phrase (‘In the ass of the whale…we’re hoping he doesn’t shit’) was running through my head two days ago when I jumped in the water with an eight-meter-long whale shark.

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What I Ate

by zora on August 19, 2004

Oh yeah, today at a cheery little cafeteria in Cancun: big oval quesadillas of thick, chewy corn tortillas filled with 1) sauteed squash blossoms and 2) huitlacoche, aka white-trash truffles, that corn fungus that’s all black and tastes like bacon.

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