Believe me when I tell you I can write an encyclopedia on the subject of “chasing pussy” not because I’ve done a lot of it, but because I like to study people. It’s somewhat of a way to entertain my mind with instead of just turning it off when need be. Since I live in a Latin American country [...]
I live in a country without borders. A place where I can’t tell where one boundary ends and the other one begins. A land beyond belief, not only for its beauty but also the people living in it. A small pearl; a newly-discovered gem that, despite it being within a hard shell of intolerance toward the outside, has been brought to the limelight for all to see, admire and enjoy. Like every other diamond in the rough, though, there are very hard edges. Smudges, marks that denote a sense of character and a path traveled. There is still much to walk, I think. I live in a country where its people are so culturally diverse that it runs from the constant risk of losing its identity. I live in a country where being proud of your heritage is an excuse to go out and get drunk without really knowing what is being celebrated.
When you live in a cramped, hectic city where it seems that there’s always something happening and there’s not a moment to rest, the yearning for slower, calmer days slithers in unknowingly, creeping up behind you until it’s all you can think of. When there’s an opportunity to let it all go away, to pause and bask in the tranquility of days that appear to be standing still, after dealing with the noise of city life for so long, the only option is “go.” Whether you’re in Tokyo, Paris, New York or any other metropolis, the feeling of being eaten alive by the freight train of modern life is universal. But when you’re in Panama City, unlike other great modern cities, there are affordable and nearby options that will take it all away. For that purpose, let’s talk about Pedasí, deep in the Azuero Peninsula of the Republic of Panama.
I’m sure there’s something worth saying about the social validity of the nightclub. I’m positive about it. I guess age is turning a corner with me, though, and the way I’ve found myself enjoying these venues is nowhere near the ways I used to all but 5 years ago. I don’t want this to become an introspective piece of indie movie-like proportions, not unlike every quirky situational dramedy of the last ten or so years; what I will tell you is about the different ways people can get their rocks off in the same space/situation and how the most seemingly insignificant differences can change perspectives faster than you can say “coffee and cream.”
Weekends where there’s nothing to do will force you to be creative when it comes to having fun. I’ve never had a booty call in other countries where the culture is (arguably) more open-minded but in my current base of operations, things such as booty calls and one-nights stands are not as common as you would think. Panama has a reputation for being a place where you can get anything as long as you ask the right people, but like many other things that are grossly misunderstood, it doesn’t quite work that way. There are loopholes, yes, but it seems to me that no matter what shortcuts you take there will always be some degree of penance for it; not in the karmic way but in the real world. Society has to balance itself out somehow, I suppose, and something as ultimately miniscule in the worry scale as the “booty call” suffers from it in the most ridiculous of ways.
I’ve been called a megalomaniac before. A “pathological egotist.” I wonder why that is, but then again, if I didn’t have to wonder then it wouldn’t make me much of a megalomaniac because they have delusions of grandeur. Keyword here being “delusion.” People who are delusional usually don’t know it because they’re so into their [...]
It was Sunday night, and we were lounging about after a boxload of pizza and oversized drinks. We were waiting for 10:30 to come since that would be the moment we could walk into the dark movie theater and check out the latest exploits of detective John McClane in “Live Free or Die Hard.” The [...]
There are certain things in a society that, no matter in what part of the world you are, will always be considered universal. Certain concepts like courtesy, contempt, class and other words that start with “c” are inherent to every individual; that is why most of us can watch videos on YouTube of crazy Japanese [...]
Porto Diao continues to expand. Who would’ve thunk that a year ago the Little Portal That Could was nothing more than me playing around with a server, figuring out what to do with it? Now we have a gazillion things going on, and I’d like to take the time to showcase them because, modesty aside, [...]
Extreme Planet helped me appreciate movies and grow up as a cinema fan, but like everything you grow out of there comes a moment where you are forced to move on, because as much as you’ve matured and demand a better movie-going experience, this place has stayed true to its beginnings established when I first [...]
A couple of weeks ago I went to this popular bar called Koppas. The time where I would go to trendy clubs and bars on a semi-daily basis is long and gone, but I had a good reason to step out of my comfort zone and expose myself to the sort of scenario trendy place [...]
I was having a conversation with my dad on the carpool to the office that, as it is with most of our conversations, turned into a semi-political argument. I cannot stress this enough: my father is one of those Panamanians that had a really bad experience when the United States invaded Panama in 1989 (“Operation [...]
The Theatre Guild of Ancon, in its current incarnation, was founded by Alberto Motta and spouse, Ralph Lindo and spouse, Stanley Findanque and spouse, Roy Glickenhouse and spouse and other members of the culturally-conscious amongst Panamanian society in the year 1950, making it the longest-running theater operation as well as the only English-speaking theater company [...]
After carnivals, probably the most amazing holidays in the calendar year where the population throws its inhibitions to the wind in the spirit of Sodom and Gomorrah, the celebration meets a screeching halt in the form of Lent, these brakes properly greased by Jesus and powered by religion. After this break in the festivities then, [...]
Over the weekend my web surfing got me to land over to Leon’s blog where he had a somewhat interesting entry going on (and before you crucify me, I’m still on Day 3 of the Carnival adventure, but hey I’m human too) over there. I’m not going to repost everything written there because you can [...]