Miercoles

Fred is still alive!! I thought my cricket was eaten by the damn coackroach but it turns out to provide me with more continual comfort than a dog and at least it doesn´t slober. The coackroach, which I presumed dead or retreated, turned up alive and well in my shower. It later drowned in a tragic accident - it attempted to attack my feet while I was washing my hair but lacked the ability to swim.

Last night I found out that a white wine flavoured thing of 4% is not enough to get me drunk and able to pass out. It is muy tragic. I would have loved to have gone to sleep early - it might have made it easier to get up early this morning. Instead I´m resigned to sleep until 10 and spend the night awake and wondering why I can´t sleep. The night is always my worst time to be awake.

I finished the Tom Robbins book, Skinny Legs and All and I highly recommend it. It was a profound view of politics, religion, and the place and role of individuals in changing the world. I also continued to read Amusing Ourselves to Death by Neil Postman - a commentary from the 80s on how the episomologilly of America is changing to one of entertainment, instead of from a literate and rational one. It contains things that are still highly relevant to our society.

My Spanish is a slow process of learning. I am NOT a audio learner - my memory is not very good so I require a lot of repition, which unfortunately is very hard for the mecians to understand. I must remember to ask my teachers if I should take into account the different methods of learning and seperate the tasks of teaching to spoken and written. I couldn´t stop thinking about it. The Spanish is the only thing I´m stressed about. Eventually I´m going to suffer the reality of not being coddled. It´s started already, but I have now been trying.

Also, apparenlty acoustic basses are not common in Mexico, so I might have to resort to purchasing an electric. At this point it might be wisest to attempt to find one that is second hand. I have yet to figure out how to progress. It is very hard for me to make it downtown - which is where all the music stores are to be found. I may end up taking a taxi - but I fear the attempt to explain that I don´t want to go anywhere downtown, just that yo quiero ir al centro.

It´s almost the weekend. Soon George will be not working. I´m very excited about the possibility of getting to Puetro Vallarta. Yesterday I started cleaning the office and the boys felt guilty so they helped - it´s much better looking - good space and washed floors. I´m very pleased.

It has also rained almost every day since I said it rained at night only. The streets were flooded yesterday around my place - cars swam, unlike the coakroach not drowning, but looking an awful lot like they were going.

This is a city for Andy for sure - everyone drives around in beatles.
I´m studying God and religion in the meantime. I´ve had many insights, none of which I have time to expound upon as I´m on an office computer and one cannot take control of a workspace forvever.