A note on Editing

I`ve rigged this blog so that instead of logging into the blog site and writing posts there, I have a super-secret e-mail address which will automatically post to this blog anything that I send to it. (If the blog shows up with a post about Viagra or a charming Nigerian fellow who just needs a little help with escrow, that´s why.)

I think that`s pretty clever, on whole, but it does keep me from editing previous posts. For example, I`d like to go back and add that at the last `por rato` love hotel we stayed at, in Maracaibo, the front desk had a poster of the Statue of Liberty drowning in a sea of money, and next to the desk, in a large glass case, a mannequin bust with a lacy bra, a pair of six inch stripper pumps, and a thong over its missing head. All the items were for sale, just in case you needed a little something extra to spice up your visit. All were covered in a layer of dust.

And I typed `gonig` on a previous post. And I apparently have no idea how to spell Caribbean. (One R, two Bs...One R, two Bs...)

And I´m some kind of snobby pedant, to write a post about editing on a travel blog that ought to serve as a raw, unrefined, record of my trip as it is. As it was. (I poked around a stack of old books at a street stand here and found a copy of ´The Bhagavad Gita As It Is´ -- there´s no escaping the Hare Krishnas.)