So I promised you a picture of my motivation for the whole beard growing derby I'm currently racing, and I shall not disappoint. Just look to your right. I haven't had a haircut in forever as well, so only if I can start growing massive amounts of chest hair, perhaps I can perhaps intertwine all three bodies of hair??

(Kabeer just called me over to his computer with a sense of urgency "have a listen to this mate!" and I thought it was going to be something profound or at least somewhat intelligent, for he's a fairly smart guy, but instead it was a recorded sound of a fart...ahhhh, the universal "male" method of laughter-apparently???)

I have not much to report...the weekends (begining tomorrow) will pick up in regards to events reported...so cut me some slack huh? But instead I've decided to relay last nights events for your 'blogging' pleasure.

Soooo, I'm doing homework at the dining room table and I look behind me during one of my stretch breaks (I have a tight back) - and what do I notice...none other than an extremely elaborate display of oversized Christmas lights (I don't know how else to describe them other than Christmas lights...and I certainly know they're not called that here). These lights were strung up throughout the perimeter of the park my apartment overlooks, without regard to coherency or with respect to symmetry in the least bit. All of this and in the middle of said display is none other than a gigantic mechanical mirror ball! "Whoa!" I thought. Whoever thought of this horribly tacky igenuity needs to be immediately commended with a statue in his name, or the keys to the friggin' city - something! I mean - about time!! It's like a big Christmas light monster decided to puke all over the neighborhood. This is what we in America like to call "reduction of property value"...oh, no - not here in Cairo...this is absolutely excellent to every degree! It's like Christmas and my high school prom all mixed into one! Annnnd it's going to be an every night event! I seriously feel like going to buy an oversized tuxedo, and singing Christmas carols or something! It's officially official...I'm never coming home!

I've also been thinking of ways of completing the trifecta (wrong word usage - I know) by incorporating "Halloween" in with "Christmas" and "my prom" theme. And how will I do this you ask?? Well at about 11:50 every night, I'll simply play MJ's Thriller at full blast! Think of it - for real. All of a sudden you hear MJ singing "It's close to midnight...something evils lurking from the dark..." I'll even break out a few moves from the balcony, or dangle a baby - whichever is more available.

Now you see Chris, Beth, and I have been advocating for along time now that you can solve the whole 'world peace' thing simply by promotion of Michael Jackson's music. No - no - no...you laugh, but if Rocky can solve communism by boxing, what makes you think MJ can't take care of the rest?? Oh, how can you say that Moammar Qaddafi wasn't listening to "Man in the Mirror" right before he gave up the prized Libyan weaponry - Hmmmm - coincidence? I think not!

OK...I apologize for the childish blog, but I'm in a pretty good mood these days, and I'd imagine it's coming through in my writing.

Climate: perfect...sunny, clear skys, 60-70
Eating: Vanilla milkshake
Listening: Sparta...(I know...what no MJ?)
Thinking: ...an insect is stuck in the venice fly trap that is my beard.
Wishing: I was playing catch with Kerry.