I explain why the mezcal glasses in Mexico City cantinas have a cross on the bottom, why my apartment 601 is on the seventh floor, and why I'm not buying the Green Grow the Lilacs explanation for the word gringo. I also stab myself with an EpiPen.

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Onefjef There you go

This is episode 61 of onefjef.

Hey, episode 61

I was walking out of my apartment building a couple days ago, and there

was a guy coming in as I was leaving the building, and he was clearly a gringo.

Like, like I'm clearly a gringo, right?

But I still was like, "Hola." And he was like, "Hola," in return.

And I was like, "Buenos, buenas noches," or whatever.

It was buenas tardes at the time.

And I walked away.

We both did.

And I was-- walked away, and I was like, "That was weird.

We're both clearly gringos.

Why did we not speak to each other?

Why did we just go, 'Hey, how's it going?'" I don't know.

It's a weird, like, um, how do you navigate that moment when

you're saying hello in passing to who is clearly a gringo?

But both of us did it, so it wasn't just me.

If it was just me, I'd feel stupid.

If he was like, "Hey, how's it going?" I was like, "Hola, buenas

tardes," I would've felt stupid.

But we both did it, and then we both kind of just walked away.

Anyway, something to think about.

Hello once again, my friends and friends and friends.

How are we all doing?

I ask this every week, and nobody ever responds.

I never hear anything back.

Perhaps it's the medium.

Perhaps it's your laziness.

I realize it's easier for me to ask you how you're doing than it is for

you to tell me how you're doing.

You'd have to actually, like, pick up your phone or get onto your email or

whatever it is and just tappity tap, tap, and-- But I can just come on

here and be like, "How are you doing?"

And then get frustrated when nobody responds.

But please let me know.

Oh, and I think the power just went out in my apartment.

It certainly did.

Huh.

There's no storm happening, so that's interesting.

The only culprit I can think of as to why the power's out today

is that there's construction going on, and it's been noisy all day.

So either the construction made the power go out, or-- Although I still hear the

construction, so no, it wasn't that.

Who knows?

Fortunately, this microphone runs on batteries, so, so

I can continue to record.

Thank you, God.

There is, there is a God in the universe, and it has to do with batteries.

Does the power go out a lot in your apartment there in Mexico City, Jef?

I wouldn't say a lot.

It's just probably the third or fourth time.

The strange thing about it is it usually doesn't-- The times it's gone out,

it hasn't gone out during a storm.

It just goes out randomly in the middle of the day, like today, like right now.

It's great that you could be here for this.

It's very exciting.

But yes, how am I doing?

Well, I, I was doing great, and I guess I'm still doing

great, but now the power's out.

So I don't know if that affects my standard of living or quality of life.

But I mean, right now it's not affecting my quality of life.

But if it continues to be off, it will progressively get-- have more and more

of an effect on my quality of life.

But right now it's fine.

There's no air conditioning, so it's not like I'm gonna get hot.

Although it is hot outside.

It's, it's been warm.

Anyway I hope you're thriving, as I always do.

And I mean that.

I mean that.

I really do hope you're thriving.

I probably said that too.

And I apologize for the sound of the jackhammer, whatever

it is in the background.

It's been, like, two or three days that's been going on.

Whatever you're doing over there, guys, finish it up.

Wrap it up, because I'm tired of hearing that.

Tired of hearing it.

Anyway, I am also thriving.

Más o menos, I'm thriving.

Yeah.

What to talk about today?

What to talk about?

I was at a cantina with Estee last weekend drinking mezcal and listening

to a, uh, traditional Mexican band play music in the corner.

And I realized that, like, United States does not really have a traditional

music scene like they do in Mexico.

Mexico's got, like, mariachi bands.

They've got other kinds of, like it's, like, what is that?

Cumbia.

There's all sorts of, like, traditional cumbias, not from… I wonder.

I should probably look this up before I actually run my mouth about it.

But there's many different kinds, from what I understand of, and it's very

present of Mexican traditional music.

There's mariachi bands all over the place all the time.

You'll-- You can't wander around Mexico City without running into a mari-mariachi

band at some point or another.

And the United States, like, what, what's our equivalent?

Like, bluegrass music?

Country music?

I don't know if that really checks out.

But the reality is, is that Mexico is just an older country, like

much, much, much older country.

I mean, it's the oldest country in the Americas, so they've got

a history that involves, you know, this traditional music.

Whereas the United States, I mean, I guess we had a history that had

traditional, you know, Native American music, but we quashed that real good.

So I guess it would just be like bluegrass and I guess jazz, but that seems…

I mean, blues, but yeah.

I mean, I guess blues, but you don't really-- You're not seeing

blues musicians just wandering around New York City playing music.

Like, I mean, occasionally, but not like you see in Mexico City.

People aren't hiring, like, a blues band to play all the traditional

blues songs for their birthday party.

Like, and they do that here

Speaking of which, what I really wanna do, I have this terrace that I've

mentioned like 1,000 times on the podcast, and it kind of overlooks a

somewhat crowded area or is adjacent to.

I wanna hire a mariachi band and have them play on my terrace for like one hour.

So if anybody knows a mariachi band that I could hire for just an hour for, for a

good price, I'll give you tequila or, you know, water or soda or tacos, whatever.

I'll give you s- stuff.

Just play, you know, play the hits, right?

Play the hits.

I, I, I would say "La Bamba's" gotta go on that list.

I would say, uh, what is it?

"Cielito Lindo".

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay.

It's a beautiful song, actually.

It really is.

Um

La Cucaracha.

Is that, is that a stereotype song?

I don't know.

I have not heard that song really since I've been here, so maybe it is.

Anyway, mix it up, mix it up.

But if you yourself are a mariachi band or are in a mariachi band or know

a mariachi band that might wanna play on my terrace, that's 1-669-241-5882.

Uno, seis, seis, nueve, dos, cuatro, uno, cinco, ocho, ocho, dos.

Also, we were drinking mezcal, as I said, and if you've been in Mexico City

drinking mezcal at like a cantina, 90% of the time the glass you drink, like the

shot glass that y- you, they serve you mezcal out of has a cross at the bottom.

Like you look at the bottom of the glass, and it has a, like a cross.

You know, it's kind of like molded into the glass or whatever.

And, uh, and it's because they, they got them from church.

They're like the votive candle holders from Catholic churches repurposed as

mezcal drinking containers, and nobody really agrees upon how it happened.

I mean, there's obviously still churches, but like did they have a lot

of leftover ones or… I don't know.

Somebody told me that there's like a theory that mezcal producers used

to like pray to get a good batch of mezcal and like light a candle, and

they would use the same glass for the candle as the mezcal for some reason.

I-- It's a strange story.

And there's another one that said they used to-- Funerals, they would drink

mezcal all through the night and they would run out of glasses, so they would

start using the votive candle holders.

Again, that seems like a stretch too.

But anyway, they're from a church.

They're from the church.

They're from a church.

They're from religious backgrounds.

I imagine that they just make them with crosses on the bottom now as a tradition.

They never were actually in a church, the ones that most

cantinas or whatever have now.

So there's a toast, hasta ver la cruz, which is until you see the cross.

So it's like you gotta drink it like in one shot until you see the cross.

Hasta ver la cruz.

Kinda love it, but boy, that's a weird one, right?

That's a weird one.

Hasta ver la cruz, until you see the cross.

Another weird thing that I was just thinking of, because the elevator was

broken, uh, today and two days ago and two days before that, the elevator breaks a

lot, is that the ground floor here, the, the ground floor is not one in Mexico.

You don't start with one.

You start with PB, was what the elevator will say, which is planta baja, which

is like ground floor, basically.

So if you live on the first floor, you live on the second

floor in the United States.

You follow me?

For example, my apartment is 601.

I'm in 701 because the first floor is planta baja

I think I'm saying that right.

PB.

Very confusing for a while.

Very confusing

In Mexico, gringo usually refers to someone from the United States.

I don't agree with this definition of the word.

My definition of gringo would be a foreigner from any country who doesn't

speak native Spanish, and that is based on the origin of the word gringo that is

the most historically backed up, although not very widely believed, at least

from people I've talked to in Mexico.

A lot of people in Mexico believe that gringo comes from Well, a few places.

There's a story about the Mexican-American War, and the soldiers, the American

soldiers singing a song called Green Grow the Lilacs, and they turned

Green Grow the Lilacs into gringo.

This story is absurd, and there's many reasons why.

First off, how many soldiers were singing this song that nobody's ever

heard of, Green Grow the Lilacs?

Never heard of it.

The number of soldiers that would have had to be singing this idiotically

named song would have been a lot in order for it to generate gringo.

So no, absolutely not.

That's dumb.

In terms of a storytelling, fine, but in terms of, like, validity, it, it…

No.

Another one that I've heard is that the American soldiers wore

green uniforms in the war, the Spanish-- uh, Mexican-American War,

and so they would be like, "Green go," which also, uh, like what?

What are you doing?

We're reaching here.

But I've had people insist to me that this is the origin of the word.

The problem with this explanation is, is that the American military or the army in

that war wore blue uniforms, apparently.

So blue go, that doesn't work.

No, doesn't work.

Blue go, that'd be a weird way to call foreigners, blue go.

Sounds like some sort of a skin disorder.

You've got a blue go.

Uh, yeah.

Or a rock band, Blue Go.

"Hello, everyone, we're Blue Go." Anyway, where gringo most likely comes

from and where I believe it comes from, because it was-- Before the

Spaniards even came to Mexico, they were saying gringo in Spain, so it's

not about any Mexican-American war.

So that's out.

The most likely explanation, the one that I've read the most about and seems

the most plausible to me, is that the Greek people, their language sounded

like gibberish, so it's like we in United States English speakers would say,

"It's Greek to me." Gr- griego, gringo.

That's how the word came from, gringos.

In most of Latin America, I'm told it refers just to, like, non-Latin Americans.

But in Mexico, most of the people I've talked to say that it just refers

to people from the United States.

So I don't know.

I have my beliefs, you have yours, but it's very, uh… It's not-- And,

and people think it's an insult.

It's not.

I don't feel like it's an insult.

I feel like it's just a word you use to describe the

people who are not from there.

Like, every country has this.

In Korea, it was… There was miguk, which meant people who looked

Korean or had Korean origin but were foreigners, like grew up in the States.

And then miguk was just other foreigners, like white foreigners

or whatever it is, miguk.

So miguk, gringo, whatever, you know.

I'm fine with it Interestingly, there's a taco called a gringa, which is like

a, it's like an al pastor taco, or it's got al pastor pork, I guess, but it's

in a flour tortilla with melted cheese.

And apparently that came-- the, the word gringa for that comes from the

fact that the gringas, the women, I guess, female foreigners used to

like to have this on their tacos.

That seems like bullshit to me, but that's what I've read.

So I don't know what to tell you.

I don't mind being a gringo.

That's my-- The long and short of it is this, that I do not mind being a gringo.

Feel free to call me that.

I'd rather you call me Jef, but if you don't know my name is Jef,

then you can just call me gringo

Those of you who know me know that I have had my share of issues with

clogging toilets over the years.

I may have told many of the stories on here at some point or another, and I'm

not gonna tell them all again because-- but there's some doozies in there.

But yeah, I've clogged my share of toilets all over the world, and the toilet in this

apartment that I'm in is, is not good.

It clogs, like, more than any toilet I've ever used in my life.

Like, literally every other day.

More than every other day.

It clogs a lot.

I mean, luckily, there's a plunger right next to the toilet,

but, like, it's excessive.

And I thought, "This can't be right." Like, after a couple months, I was

like, "This toilet's clogging too much."

Once every couple days is too many times for a toilet to be clogging.

So I thought, "I'll reach out to the landlord, and certainly they'll realize

that this is not the way a toilet should function and will get to repairing

it." 'Cause I opened the back of the toilet up, and you could clearly see

there's not enough water going in there.

So I did looked it up on the internet and asked AI what to do.

I sent it some pictures, and it told me to turn this thing.

It didn't turn.

So, I mean, I think that the bobber thing is broken, right?

So I, you know, get in touch with the landlord.

We're texting back and forth.

I send pictures, blah, blah, blah.

They tell me to turn the thing that I already turned.

I'm like, "Yeah, I already tried that." And then about a half an hour goes

by, and I get a video of, like, how to replace the bobber valve on the toilet

from YouTube with no commentary at all.

And I wait for anything else, any kind of explanation, and so finally

I'm like, "Hey, am I, uh, am I supposed to be fixing the toilet?"

And the explanation I got was, "Yeah, because it's a personal preference

thing. Like, just because the toilet is clogging more than you would like

it to doesn't mean it's broken. It means that your preference is different

than the way that the toilet is operating." Am I explaining this well?

And I understand the point.

I do.

But I also would say if a toilet is clo-- I mean, one piece of

toilet paper this thing clogs with.

It's crazy.

If your toilet is clogging every other day, there's

something wrong with the toilet.

I guess as long as it's flushing at all, then they're fine with it, as long as m-

it continues to suck the waste into it.

Which it does, but it takes quite a bit of finagling, quite

a bit of, uh, sweet-talking

And it's frustrating because it's a nice toilet.

It's just seen better days.

And it's even more frustrating because, like, I'm using the plungers a lot, a lot

"Why don't you just replace the part yourself, Jef? They sent

you a video of how to do it."

And maybe I will.

Maybe I will, but I don't really wanna have… I, I probably will

What I should just do is get, like, thinner toilet paper.

That's been another solution that's been posited to me, and I

think that's actually a good idea.

That's easier than repairing the toilet.

Just get thinner toilet paper, because the toilet paper I have

is actually, like, insanely thick.

So maybe it is my fault.

Gonna flip 180 on this one, so anyway.

You don't have a good history with landlords, Jef.

Like, the landlord from Columbus was, like, a psycho.

The one from the last place in Roma Sur w- didn't give you your deposit

back in spite of the fact that I hired a lawyer, and this one won't

repair a clearly defective toilet.

Maybe it's you, Jef.

Maybe it's you.

Maybe it is me.

But what… Like, if it is, then what should I be doing differently?

Please help me

For those of you who don't know, I have a nut allergy.

I'm allergic to all nuts and peanuts, which is a nut, but it's not a tree nut.

Doesn't matter.

But all the nuts.

And I am usually, if not always, quite careful about not eating nuts.

The last time I had a bad allergy attack or reaction to nuts was about 10 or 12

years ago when I was living in New York.

I was living with, uh, my girlfriend at the time, and she, and she

accidentally, quote-unquote, "made me a veggie burger" that contained walnuts,

and walnuts are one of the worst.

Like peanuts, if I have a peanut, a little bit, I'm okay, but walnuts are really bad.

And I went into anaphylactic shock, and long story short, I ended up

having to go to the emergency room.

It was a wild night.

And on the box of veggie burgers, it said in big letters, "Contains walnuts."

And w- our relationship wasn't doing very well at the time, so the joke was

that she was, like trying to off me.

Not a very funny joke, but nevertheless.

It did actually, uh, you know, extend our relationship further than it

would have been extended otherwise.

It gave it another three or four months at that point.

So in a sense, it worked, if that was the plan indeed.

But yeah, I spent the whole night in the emergency room in Brooklyn, New York.

It's a longer story.

It's not pleasant, frankly.

But I'm okay.

I was okay.

About a week ago, I had another allergy attack, the worst one I've had since

that time 10 or 15 years ago I was over at my friend's apartment, and

we were just hanging out and drinking some beers, and I was hungry, and

she offered to make me some, like, egg, um, egg toast, egg on toast.

And I was like, "Sure." And she made it for me, and then as soon as I

finished eating it, or maybe about 20 minutes later, 10 minutes later,

I started having this, you know, it was a tingling sensation in my mouth,

which is usually how it starts.

But I didn't think of anything of it at the time because the bread was

sourdough bread, and the eggs were eggs.

So there was nothing in this that would have caused me to have a reaction.

But then I started to feel a little bit off, so I was like, "I should just go

home. I don't feel great. I'm tired." So I left, and as I'm walking home, it

starts to hit me, this allergy attack, and I'm having trouble breathing.

Like, it's getting worse and worse to a degree that's, like, a little scary.

Like, I'm really having to inhale deeply to catch my breath.

And it was kind of raining, and so I couldn't get a car.

So I was walking.

It was about a 10, 15-minute walk back to my apartment, and I thought, "Well,

when I get back to my apartment, I can just hit my asthma inhaler, my

albuterol inhaler, and it'll be fine."

But as I was walking, and I got closer, and it kept getting worse, I was

thinking, "Well, maybe the albuterol's not gonna really help that much in

this case." Anyway, I finally make it home, and by the time I get home,

I was-- It wasn't, like, terrible.

Like, I wasn't, like, gasping for breath, but I was having to do deep

breaths to get all the air I needed.

And I hit my asthma inhaler, like, three times, and it helps

a little bit, but not a ton.

I'm still… Like, I'm just sitting on my bed, and I'm just trying to, like,

calm myself to re- like, relax my breath.

And at this point, I know it's an allergic reaction.

Like, this is the only… This is, like, anaphylaxis.

And so I'm taking, like, very slow breaths, and it's not really getting

better, and I'm starting to worry.

I'm starting to think about my options.

Do I call 911?

911 is the same in Mexico.

Do I, do I reach out to Estie and see if she can… I don't, I

didn't know what I was gonna do.

I was thinking about what happens if this continues to get worse.

And then I remembered I have EpiPens.

So I thought, "Oh, I've never used the EpiPens ever."

I've always thought, "Well, if I have to use the EpiPen, like I know, if I have

to sta-" 'Cause you basically have to stab yourself in the leg with a needle.

Well, it's not quite as dramatic as that, but that's the action of it, right?

You take the thing and stab yourself in the leg.

Kinda like in Pulp Fiction when they stab the woman in the chest.

That's, uh, epinephrine, I assume.

When she's having an overdose, they stab her in the chest with epinephrine,

but that's actually a syringe.

This is just like, you don't see the needle.

You just… Anyway.

So I thought, well, maybe I have to-- maybe it's time I have

to use one of these finally.

And, uh, and then I couldn't find them.

I always kept them-- I always keep them in my backpack, but they were in

a different pocket than I normally keep them in, so I ended up going through

all my luggage trying to find them, and meanwhile, I can't breathe that well.

It was kind of comical if it wasn't so scary.

Anyway, eventually, I found the EpiPens in another pocket, and I

pull one out, and I ask AI how to do it, and it tells me, "Just stab

it into your, like, outer thigh."

And I sat there for a few minutes thinking, "Do I really wanna do this?

Is this really something I need to do?" And then I thought, "Yeah, I should

probably, I should probably do this.

If there's a time to do it, I should do it now.

I'm here in Mexico City.

I gotta…" So I do it.

I take the thing off, and I jam this thing into my leg, and it doesn't really hurt.

It kind of… It's like a pin prick.

And I didn't immediately start feeling better, but I did immediately or fairly

immediately start feeling nauseous.

So I go to the bathroom, and I kind of retch, but I didn't throw up.

And, uh, then slowly but slowly, I started to feel better, but not, like, a lot.

Like, not quickly and not a lot.

And I don't know if that's because I used the epinephrine pen wrong

or what, but it wasn't immediate.

And there was a certain point where I thought, "Maybe I should use the other

one," 'cause you can use them both.

And apparently, that's why they sell two packs, because sometimes you need two.

But I didn't use the other one, and I just kinda sat in my bed slowly just waiting

it out, 'cause that's what you have to do.

You just have to wait these things out.

And slowly but surely, over the next hour, my breath thread returned

to normal, and I started to feel slowly, slowly, slowly better.

And I slept terribly that night 'cause epinephrine, like,

jacks you up a little bit.

But I'm okay.

I'm okay.

But it was scary.

It was scary

And I reached out to my friend the next day to see if there was,

you know, if there were nuts in the bread or what, and nothing.

Like, I still have no idea what caused it.

No idea.

And that's the hardest part, is not knowing.

The most likely culprit it-- that I can imagine is that the store that

she bought the bread at, she had it sliced in the store, that the blade

had sliced some very nutty bread before it sliced the sourdough.

But I really don't know.

I really don't know.

And the reason that sucks is 'cause there's no… Like, I already go out of my

way to avoid nuts, but, like, what could I have done better in this situation?

I, I just don't know.

'Cause I usually don't have issues with cross-contamination.

I've never had an issue with it.

You know, all the packaging that says, "Made in a facility that

manufactures with nuts," I have never once had an issue with that, ever.

But if this is the case, in this case, then yeah, it's a little bit scary.

It's a little bit fucked up.

But it's also good to have a reminder of your own mortality,

I suppose, now and again.

Make you appreciate your life a little more than you do.

Make you stop taking things for granted as much as you were for a little bit

As someone who grew up with childhood asthma and has, you know, had issues

with that my whole life, you become very familiar with the feeling of not being

able to breathe or catch your breath

And it's a very unpleasant feeling.

Like, I've had it, you know, many times over my life, this feeling of

not being able to catch your breath

And I don't know if people who haven't experienced that can

really understand how it feels to not be able to breathe properly.

But it's not fun.

It's not fun.

It's scary.

But at least now I know what using an EpiPen is like and that I can

do it and it's not that scary, so.

And I have one left.

They don't sell them in Mexico City apparently or Mexico.

Uh, they just sell like s- like, you know, vials of epinephrine

and a needle, and I'm not sure.

I mean, I guess in a real pinch I could do it, but I think I'd much rather do

an EpiPen if worse came to worse again.

So when I go back to the States, I gotta get some more EpiPens.

But, but yeah, I'm okay.

Don't worry about me.

I'm fine.

And there were several points during that night when I thought, "If I was

living in the United States, would I have called 911 by this point?"

And I don't think I would have

I don't think I would have.

I feel like there was a very definite line that I feel like I would have

had to cross to get to the 911 part.

And maybe many of you are thinking, "Oh, you should have called 911 right away."

Maybe that's the case, but I don't know.

I feel like I have a pretty astute sense of my physical well-being after, um,

dealing with allergies and illness for a lot, you know, a big part of my life.

So I'm pretty astute about that, and I feel like I, I have a pretty

good gauge for when I need further assistance and when I don't

Anyway

Be careful out there, everyone

If anybody's wondering what's going on with Pepe and Rojo, the squirrels,

I have not seen them for a while.

I think that it didn't take them long to just say, well, Pepe was

the only one who got an avocado.

Rojo never got anything.

But I think Rojo suspected that Pepe had got some good stuff

because Rojo was acting differently, like, after Pepe got the avocado.

Maybe Pepe told him, but I doubt it.

But, like, maybe Rojo smelled something.

I don't know.

But yeah, they were both getting in.

Pepe, of course, was just coming right up to the screen, "Where's more

food? Where's more food?" And then eventually has just stopped, I guess,

coming, which makes me a little sad.

But I think between having Pepe come and shit on my porch and not

having Pepe come and not shit on my porch, I think I'll take the latter.

I think I will.

If Pepe could be a reasonable squirrel and just accept my gifts without immediately

wanting more and being a dick about it, then maybe I would accept them.

Maybe I'd be okay with her, I'm sorry, coming more often.

But no, Pepe.

Pepe's a greedy, spiteful little bitch, and I'm not sorry.

Rojo, I don't know how you are.

I haven't really interacted with you enough.

You seem great.

You seem old, though.

Your tail's not looking so good.

Anyway, that's what's happening there

I was walking through Cibelis tonight, the traffic circle right by my apartment here,

and I walked through, uh, this restaurant that I've gone to quite a few times.

I've gone there, and then me and Este have gone there.

It's, it's a cute little outdoor brunchy, also pizza place, two

restaurants in one kind of a thing.

Good enchiladas.

I was walking through there last night, and there was, like, a guy playing

clarinet in the middle of the restaurant.

Like, it's an outdoor restaurant, and there's all sorts of activity happening.

There's tables, people laughing and all.

People having fun.

It's Thursday night, whatever.

It was just joyful, and I had a thought because what's happened to

me lately, I think in the last month, I've been having trouble sleeping.

I don't really know why.

I mean, I kind of have kind of been playing it off to, like, oh,

maybe, you know, I get in these-- everybody gets these ups and downs.

It's like an ocean, you know, the waves.

It's l- what the emotional life is like, I feel like, as a human being.

It's a wave, you know, up and down, up and down, up and down, and you just

gotta wait for the next up, really.

But I don't think that's necessarily it.

I think there's a lot going on with my brain this month because this month I

feel like is the month that living in Mexico City started to feel normal.

I was talking to my friend Greg on the phone yesterday, and he, he said

something to the effect of, "Does it still-- does it feel normal there now?

Does it feel like…" And it was a good question because I really hadn't

thought about it, but I-- after we got off the phone, I realized,

eh, it does kinda feel normal now.

And maybe that's part of the problem.

I've allowed my brain to start seeing this experience as being normal

which, in a sense, it is, but also it isn't, and it never will be to me.

Anyway, I was walking through the restaurant there in Cibelis, and

there's the guy playing clarinet and many tables of people laughing

and drinking and everything, and it was very Mexico City to me.

It was just a, you know, the, the, the weather's beautiful right now.

It's a beautiful night.

There's a breeze.

It's just-- It was just very pretty, and I stopped and I thought,

like, "This is why I moved here," this moment right here, this.

This guy playing clarinet in this cute little outdoor cafe.

Like, this is why I moved here.

I just forgot that this city was so charming, and I, and I lost

perspective on my life here.

It's funny how the brain does that, isn't it?

And it's so fast and nefarious you don't even realize it happened.

And then a moment comes around and you're like, "Oh, it

happened. Now I gotta remember."

And I guess that'll be it for this episode of onefjef.

Why not, right?

Let's make it it.

We've all done a lot today.

We've talked about quite a bit.

As always, thank you for listening.

I'll be back with another interview next week.

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Sorry.

And I'm going to wrap this episode up with a horoscope that I took a screenshot of.

I, I… Let's see what year it was.

October 6th, 2024.

I'm a Sagittarius.

I believe this is from the Cleveland Plain Dealer.

I'm not sure if it's a syndicated horoscope or where they get it from, or

somebody there just writes it, but… And they give you one to five stars

as well for your day, which is weird.

The three-star day for Sagittarius.

"You are the traveler of the zodiac. Today, you're aware of the

suffering in different countries and the plight and suffering of people

of all ages. Tonight, you win."

That's a funny… I mean, I don't think it's intended to be a joke.

I think it's intended to be sincere.

Anyway, good job whoever writes the horoscopes for the Cleveland Plain

Dealer or whoever wrote them in 2024.

I appreciate your, uh, creativity, I guess.

Yeah, and now I have to edit this and release it to the internet and hope

that the power doesn't go out again

I'll see you next week.

Very good, Jeffrey