How To Make The Color Brown - Travel Write Sing

Today I learned how to make the color brown, and then I sneezed all over my brother’s acrylic paints. Accidentally, of course, as these things happen. I was day dreaming, about the color brown and the sneeze crept like a cheetah that pounced all over his tubes of paints. The worst thing about sneezing on tubes of paints is that they are angled and hard to thoroughly clean.

Back to the color brown though: I needed it to make a replica of something look original and I figured painting it brown would do the trick. It didn’t. My brother only had very basic paint colors, primary colors I imagine they were, and brown was not one of them. I guessed that black, red, and white would make brown. It doesn’t. That trinity makes a sorta slimy black. Lucky, John was planted at the desktop computer and so I asked him to google it. Whenever I ask people to google things, I feel like the commander of the USS Enterprise. Making other people do your computer grunt work for you. Why can’t Captain Piccard just turn on the screen? Exactly. He’s the captain.

Abrupt Subject Change

Tomorrow I’m going back to Guatemala. And that’s going to be awesome. It’s feels wistful, being a tourist in your own town. The more towns that twinge like home, the places to be a tourist at home, sprinting with friends from bar to bar, the better.

(Sorry, I’m going to hate on Fox News for a bit, if this bothers you, skip to the Ace of Clubs. A♣ )

Fox news has guns in it’s headline today. I wonder how often that happens over there?

I liked how grade school schoolyard this headline rang:

As insightful as “King Kong would beat Godzilla,” and a schoolmate responding, “You can’t guarantee that King Kong would beat Godzilla, since many unquantifiable variables would affect the outcome of that.

A♣

Anyways, my plan is to rest up for Guatemala and not go out tonight, but that’s an unlikely scenario since this may be my last night back home for a while. But I seriously do need to brace myself for Guatemala–my friends there are mutants who never sleep. When they drink a 5-hour energy, it lasts for days. They carry pepper spray and use coarse toilet paper that they don’t flush. When they get worms–and they get worms–they self-medicate them away, since they know more about worms and their irradiation than their doctor and the pharmacies are happy to sell them some prescription de-worming drugs to cure your parasites sans prescription.

Re: getting-to-bed-early-tonight, c’est la vie, when things don’t go according to plan, it’s usually because there’s a better plan.

I think I’ll pack early–right now–to be open to a late night with the Fam and friends…. My primary goal in going back down to Guatemala is to test an idea, working with The Integral Heart Foundation. It might work, it might not. Which is exciting, because we’re going to try to.

Third World Savings, project, I’m calling it now, which is kinda bland, but it’ll do the trick. I should maybe shorten it to “Savings Project”, since “Third World” is a minefield word. Proyecto de Ahorros. And yes, the word for ‘savings’ is way more bad-ass in Spanish. Ahorros!, I guess English speakers see the word horror in it.

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