A Note on Guru-ness

This is part of something I posted elsewhere on the net. I am certain that the following will briefly and effectively summarize and give and account of my summer. As I write this, I find myself in Amherst, Massachusetts, victim to bronchitis which, believe it or not, is in no way related to my smoking. Finally, my gratitude to the Wise Serbian Sage for his more-than-generous and appropiate invitation.

Enjoy.


Return of the Banana Lord



- Damn right. That's what banana trees look like.



- Taking a swing armed with the blade the workers like to call "el puñalon"



- I like to think of this as the pinnacle of my banana picker career.



- No wonder John Lawrenson called me in my last Record of Progress "erratic".




- Eventually the hard work pays off. With any luck, this delicacy here will be sold in the international market, delivered to your closest Narvesen or 7-Eleven and sold at a price fair to the consumer (namely, you) and the Banana Lord (namely, me).

- Sadly, it is not yet banana season in Honduras, so the banana shown above has not attained the yellow color and mushy consistency familiar to millions.