Well it´s been 5 days and the cute nurse who had a close encounter with my bottom has not gotten back to me. I think we can safely call the time of death on this one: February 28, 2008 at 6:23 PM Eastern Standard Time. I guess this cinches it - the women in the Southern hemisphere find me just as physically and emotionally unsuitable as their Northern counterparts. I was hoping that this was strictly a cultural phenomena, but it´s obvious now that this is something innate in the species.
Having run through my tiny jar of peanut butter I restocked this morning with another. It was behind a locked glass case at the front of the store, along with other exotic foreign delicacies like Bubble Tape and Mentos. You can tell this was a big ticket item because after the jar was in my possession the owner transparently followed me around as I finished the rest of my shopping, ready to slide-tackle me if I tried to make a break with the goods.
There seems to be persistent confusion regarding the old Inca flag, seen here on the left:
Not to be confused with the modern day Peruvian flag on the right, the ancient Inca flag was modeled after a rainbow, which the Incas regarded as gifts from the sun god Inti or Apu-Punchau.
Indeed this bright display of color is a trademark of Inca culture, and it is also found in traditional Inca dress. Each village created its own color palette and costume as a matter of identity and regional pride. The old Inca rainbow banner, known locally as whipala, was adopted in 1978 by the local government of Cusco as the official city flag. It can still be seen flying above cultural sites, government buildings, residences and places of business.
Now here’s where things get dicey.
