On Death Row

Composite blog consisting of notes, reflections, weird jokes, trip reports and amusing stories from the death row; some personal, some told and some fabricated, I have to reckon!

BEWARE!! This is neither a porno nor a politically correct site... more probably is a highly misanthropic and overtly cynical terminal account

Ridendo castigat mores, that I freely translate as ”humor improves behavior” , not that I believe, but it sounds nice!

22
Mar
2018

Ecuador Monogatari, la segunda maleta

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Dear Danarel,
children, relatives and precious friends

Often, the ancient Greeks, who were carrying inquisitive minds, were trying to come to grips with the issue of what it is beyond the wall they believed

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27
Mar
2018

Ecuador Monogatari, tercera maleta cum cuarta maleta

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Reporting from Galapagos upon trips in Ecuador mainland to Laguna Quilotoa and to the Volcano Cotopaxi

Dear Danerel,
Children, relatives and precious friends

Confusion rules supreme! Mankind is distraught from bottom to top and viceversa. The regular speech is banned and you have to express yourself in eights. You know the figures, numbers you are meant to draw very slowly while riding a ridiculous heavy motorcycle, Yamaha XT1200Z Super Ténéré, 261 kg please, between obstacles


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3
Apr
2018

Le pèlerinage du mécréant, Magh Kumbh Mela 2013

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Résumé : mon G-ami L. un ancien Iron Man, surnommé Haparitz et quelque fois Arizona et souvent The Navigator (G peut être lu comme gros, grand, généreux,  génial des fois,  et grandiloquent souvent – au choix et d’après l’humeur) m’invita de l’accompagner à la plus grande fête du monde, Magh Kumbh Mela,  il y a des années de ça. La relation qui suit correspond en ligne générales au texte initial après que je lui ai assené un coup de brosse. Quant au mécréant que je suis il faut que je souligne que je ne suis pas antireligieux. Toute au contraire je considère qu’on gagne dans la foi une tranquillité que dépasse des fois celle induite par disons ! le massage thaïlandais. Certainement tout ceci à condition que les illuminés ne s’appliquent violement d’améliorer ou gare ! de sauver les autres de la même manière que aujourd’hui les politically correct  s’évertuent d’imposer un langage  qui aurait fourni  un orgasme exquis  aux précieuses du temps de Louis XIV. Mais retournons à l’Inde … Read More

18
Apr
2018

The Canyon of the Dying Arches, part one

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Dear Danarel

Three days ago, the Rolling Stones, my grand-son, seven, a born mountain climber, my strong-arm son, thirty-nine (still a child) and I, eighty (retired) went for a short ride to the Canyon of Arches in the state of Utah, near the city of Moab. The State was once famous for a rare form of active and legal polygamy quite unique in the Western World or Christian Civilization, call it how you like. The custom for some mysterious reasons didn’t raise general enthusiasm in spite of its thriving persistence in vast areas of the Muslim world. Life is unfair! The Mormons, under heavy pressure, had to give it up at a certainmoment and became, if urged by senses, regular adulterous bastards like everybody else. Read More

26
Apr
2018

The Three Rolling Stones journey at the Lassen Volcano

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A true lie?

 

Dear Danarel,

children, relatives and precious friends

 

Abstract

I cannot build on doom the whole day long. There is wise, even for sceptic seers, it was suggested by world authorities like Dalai Lama,   to take some time off, to aspire to some good time. It is true that you can’t never know ahead when and that the stealth Murphy wolf maybe stalking your’ unaware self when you expect less. But a famous anti-Murphy law says that he cannot hit continuously everybody, everywhere.  I think that the general relativity too goes in this direction. When that vacancy, from anguish Read More

29
Apr
2018

Ecuador Monogatari, la séptima maleta, Galapagos 1

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Charly and the reptile kings of Galapagos, part one

 

Dear Danarel,

I am at the airport of Calama, that being in Chile. It  has a name, I forgot it. All the airports have a name, generally the name of a great man, a general often. Like Roissy. It is called Charles de Gaulle. What battles did he win?  will you ask. Please, do not be petty. Now that it is tough. He won a couple of electoral battles. Read More

3
May
2018

Ecuador Monogatari, la séptima maleta, Galapagos 2

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Charly and the reptile kings of Galapagos, part two

 

Dear Danarel

When I arrived to Isabela the driver was unable to find  the hotel. I wanted to strangle him but he ran away without asking for the fee.  I found the hotel with local help and compulsive asking. It had another name than on the booking site. I understood that people are not too formalist in the islands, you keep away from iguana and everything will be OK.  The hostel was a kind of Mediterranean, improved, Read More

4
May
2018

The Canyon of the Dying Arches, part two

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Dear Danarel,

 

The next day the Rolling Stones team split.  The youngest member, K. expressed vehemently the desire to undertake a thrilling ride upon parts of the canyon from above. It seems that the mighty seven years old knew that a local company (Zip line something),  for a decent retribution, offers these harnessed bullet slide trip from one ridge to another for an amount of time that is ninety percent physical and mental preparation and ten percent actual glide. The issue is harmless with the condition that the parcel, Read More

4
May
2018

Ecuador Monogatari, la sexta maleta

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La Nariz del Diablo

 

 

Dear Danarel,

children, relatives and precious friends

 

I have a problem. Sure, it is one  of many. But let’s go into the concrete. I took a tour at a place called Nariz del Diablo (the nostril of the devil). I agree that it does not either sounds or smells good. It is evocative of a tourist trap, stupid trap for stupid tourists. Not for me I guess, but I took it. It was an act of outdated interest in Devil. As you know I am not a believer, that being a kind of understatement, but I keenly follow cultural fads and beliefs, just in order, please be discrete, to have a little bit of fun. Now the Devil, once a mighty ectoplasmic contraption and a backbone of the Christian, especially, cultist tradition, leading to some wild sexual intercourse, sometimes of the bestial kind, vicious executions, free torture, mutual excommunication, alliance breaking, political manipulation  and endless temptations, even saints were frequently lured into sin,  fell, out of fashion. Gone are the sharp horns surging from the often black curly mane, the satyr smile, the goatee,  the cleft hooves, the shiny blackish or reddish complexion (you will have trouble to find a lightly coloured one in the rich Christian and not-Christian iconography) and often a quite nervous sometimes well-hidden tail ending in a mighty tuff. Except some weird cultists of the Manson criminal type nobody cares for Devil anymore, people are all LOVE & GOD,  and when they have some atrocities to do, they do not take lessons from ANYBODY.  Read More