#2

#2

I'm not sure if I'm posting these right, I'm hoping all these blogs will be under one headline - that being "Cairo, Egypt"...so if it's not and it's in under a whole new headline, then I apologize, and will figure it out soon enough. Part of the problem (if I can make an excuse) is this computer...it has issues with me, and I with it. It never lets me scroll to past pages I've visited, so if I make a mistake deep within a site, I can't just hit the trusty back-button, but rather I have to go back to the actual homepage itself, and start all over again. It's a reoccuring problem, I'm the one who keeps choosing this bastard-computer in this cafe...it sits all alone in the corner - secluded...calling out to me like all yoda-ish and gargled, and if it had legs, one would be causing it to have a limp. I'm sure you've all had computers like this. I'm just hoping one day it'll realize I'm not here to disable its cookies, I'm just here as a means to the ends...simple - really

ok- business time. Today's topic will be about my walk to and from school. It's an interesting walk. I leave about 10:30 which is like...I think 1 or 2 in the morning back in the US of A. Sooo it's about a 20 minute commute, and after crossing the highway type road, it's a totally different world...I first encounter the market, which is really awesome...anything you could ask for in regards to fresh food is here...fruit, veggies, live chickens running around or cooped up (bird flu anyone?), you name it. Donkeys pulling carts, ladies balancing asymmetrical things on their heads...really interesting. Things take a downward turn when I head into the worst living conditions I have ever had the displeasure of viewing...the kind you see in the commercials...the first week or so, I was expecting Sally Struthers to like bust through one of the brick huts like the Kool-Aid guy used to do, and ask for money. These kids are sitting in the road, dirty as can be, playing with odd objects as makeshift toys. They used to look at me with curious eyes, but I'm afraid they've become familiar to me by now. The other day a little boy came up to me for some cash, but settled for what was left of my water bottle, I try to make it a point now to have some water on me for one of the little dudes out there. Not much, but something - ya know.

Ummmm, on a side note...my muscles are turning into a porridge like substance, and my bones are fragile...in other words, I'm becoming soft and weakling-like...I'm like Sponge Jonny Square Pants. Maybe I'll do some push-ups or something tonight?? Nahhhh, there's falafel to be eaten. What was I thinking? I'm serious a falafel machine out here...I walk into the deli, and order like 5 pitas of it, and everyone is like "ohhhhhhhh" in amazement. Maybe I can arrange a falafel eating contest out here or something...I'm sure to win...and plus - I can be all "Bono" about it and "do it for the kids". Yeh sounds like a plan!

Climate: Windy...I have sand in my teeth. Seriously. Along with deteriorating muscles, and bones - I can now add no teeth enamel to the list.
Listening: Mike Doughty "Haughty Melodic"/The Jackson 5
Reading: Same thing as yesterday
Eating: Come on'what do you think?