I'm writing this by candlelight. Just like dead people used to do. This may confuse you because the internet can't run on candlelight. But I'm writing this in a notebook. Then in the future (right now) I will pass it to the internet using the fancy technology one finds when he descends from his backwards mountain village.
So I struck up a conversation with a deaf/mute guy on the guagua (public transport) the other day. My spanish is OK now, my sign language is limited to spelling my name, but somehow I'm pretty good at communicating with deaf spanish speakers (not actually a spanish “speaker.”) But anyway Alejandro the mudo lives in Pedro Garcia with his two sons. The smaller one is also mute. Dad is alive. Mom is dead. Six brothers. Three sisters. Afraid to fly in airplanes. Then he gave me his phone number which isn't that weird here normally but he's deaf. It took about a minute of silence for the irony of this transaction to dawn on me so when I started laughing I just looked like a crazy person laughing to himself. Later that day I was propositioned by two hookers in Puerto Plata. I told them “No” in English, Spanish, and sign language all at the same time.
The family that I eat my meals with has a kitten. It's very small and it licks my toes when I'm eating. I'm not sure if my feet taste good or it's just trying to clean them for me. If you're thinking that it sounds nice, it's not really. Cat's have dry tongues. And foot fetishes are weird. So I end doing a little dance under the table with my legs while I eat to avoid the cat. Kind of like one of those russian dancers who kicks his legs out while in a seated position but his upper body doesnt move. Except I cheat and use a seat. And I don't flail my arms out because I'm eating.
I just finished a 500 page book about modern philosophy but I don't feel any smarter. Philosophy seems dumber though.
Did you know that 17% of professional baseball players in the United States are Dominican (includes the minors) but 39% of professional baseball players who test positive for steroids are Dominican. (I would site my source but I don't feel like it. Anyway you can't accuse of me of plagarism because I'm in a different country where it's probably OK.) Some of them don't even know it because they're managers just shoot them up with lots of crap and say it's B vitamins. I think the root of the problem is the lack of potable water in this country. That's not true at all but I just realized I was talking about something that doesn't directly involve me and I got bored. One of my volunteer friends is working with youth baseball players here along with a Domincan Red Sox pitcher who comes here during his off season but whose name I don't remember. Anyway I practically am almost friends with famous baseball players.
I finished the surveying of my pipeline. It is very long and very steep which has resulted in a budget that is very expensive. I met with a representative from the local government who didn't promise me any money but promised to help me find some money. That was friday and I still hadn't heard from him by Tuesday so I went to his office to ask him what was up and he was not very happy to see me. He told me he would arrange something for when I get back in a couple days. I'm not going to keep my fingers crossed. He doesn't seem very fond of me. You'd think he would be since it's aid workers like me that relieve him of the responsibilty of developing his own country. But I shouldn't start bad talking too much in case he actually comes through and I have to eat my words.
Well I'm in the capital for a couple days for thanksgiving. We're having a big gringo get together with turkey and fun and games. Happy Thanksgiving to all of you, especially Cameron's grandparents, the Schlarbs. This thanksgiving I am thankful that I was not sent to a muslim country where alcohol is prohibited. Check ya later.