a $35 butterball is like a benz to the average campesino. at least, none of the invaders to my home claim to have seen a turkey this big. they eye it respectfully, but the job of cooking it falls on me. read more»

i fuckin’ hate christmas; the phony good cheer, insipid music, obscene commercialism, seasonal prominence of one of the most vile organizations in history (re: catholic church) , and worst of all, los mocosos running ’round the house screaming, and soiling the divan with their sticky fluids. in times like these i wish i was a jew. read more»

panama’s the place to confront the unexpected. if you’re lucky, you get hit upside the head every day. traveler’s can find adventure ’round every corner. but only if they look beyond the pristine beaches, turquoise waters, and shady palms. read more»