i not not you not why not?
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it started with spearfishing.
pearl plucking in the orient.
lobster poaching in honduras.
sponge diving in greece.
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after that,
it was luc besson.
le grand blu.
enzo and jacque.
rosanna arquette.
death in the french version.
dolphins in the american version.
french teenagers were never the same again.
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today it’s apnea.
competitive apnea. dynamic apnea. static apnea.
free immersion. no limits. constant weight.
fins or no fins.
bi fins or monfins.
orca suits or custom 5 mil suits.
shallow water black outs and samba.
white cards.
red cards.
and of course,
the legend of jana strain.
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longstoryshort,
its about holding your breath underwater.
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equalize or die.
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I know why the cage bird sings.
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actually,
i’m lying.
the truth is,
i have no idea why she sings.
probably because she is bored.
we all do funny things when we’re bored.
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only one word to describe it…
lazy.
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Church.
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“see that? that’s a door.”
“a door to what?”
“somewhere else. heaven probably.”
“aha.”
“what do you see?”
“ummm. the sun?”
“well, people see what they want to see.”
“indeed. what about that one?”
“well… it’s hard to say.”
“ahh.”
“it could be the Virgin Mary.”
“where?”
“right there. see the shadow?”
“yes, i see the shadow.”
“well, that could be her.”
“aha.”
“i have another one with the face of God.”
“with you?”
“nah. it’s in storage.”
“bummer. how long have you been coming here?”
“13 years or so.”
“will you be here next month?”
“don’t think so. this is probably the last time.”
“why’s that?”
“well, the rapture is coming.”
“okay.”
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It’s called Our Lady of the Rock.
21 years ago Maria Alcuna prayed for her sick daughter.
She says she had a vision.
She says the Virgin came to her.
Now once a month,
she and 1000+ of her followers,
meet in the Mojave.
They pray.
They sing.
And they photograph the sun.
Amen
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a-men.
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bag grab.
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whoa.
hodgy podgy beats.
in no particular order.
horse races.
synchronized swimmers.
florida meth heads.
florida bed spreads.
mj’s funeral.
elephants dressed at kids
and
last but not least,
the birthday girl.
bada bing.
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¡feliz cumpleanos!
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mekon(g)
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and we’re back.
the east south asian sandwich.
the delta on one end.
tibet on the other.
a whole bunch of elephants, yaabaa, giant catfish, casinos, karoake, communism, neo-hippies, noodle soup, jungle, and junta
in between.
it’s a bit like a muffaleta,
except spicier.
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no more noodle soup!
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RIP in TWI.
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Today,
a somewhat dry cultural exploration of Ghana,
a fine West African country that I’ve never been to
but I like nonetheless.
To begin,
in Ghana,
there are only 7 male names to choose from.
Kosi, Kojo, Kobby, Koku, Yaba, Kofi
and Kwami.
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
and Saturday.
Figure it out.
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Moving on.
As it so happens,
Ghanians also celebrate their dead
with all-night throw downs.
No matter if they died in Accra or the Bronx,
it’s all deejays, dance moves and donations
and
no tears, turmoil or tragedy.
Fascinating no?
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And in conclusion,
My twi name is Kojo.
(Actually it’s Kojo Abaka but now I’m just complicating things.)
and if I die,
just shake your ass for a few minutes
and move on with your lifes.
Ghana!
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Chicken on a stick
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mex tex.
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20 days in mexico and you’d think i’d have more than drunkin’ photos of adults in a swimming pool.
what do you know?
¡vive mexico!
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wrong!
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aquaneck.
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another day,
another damjam.
this time it’s funny costumes and funny music and funny little twinklie toes.
so snap on your swim cap (gotta keep the hair dry)
and
jump in the goddamn pool!
!!!!!!the Aquadettes await!!!!!!
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Aquadettes.
¡California is a place!
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