this week in val...

I read my friend who's in Africa's blog, and am jealous of her prodigious writing and also of her being in Africa, most of what she writes makes me homesick for Haiti. This is a trouble as I'm really not convinced I should, or could, live in Haiti, and certainly haven't yet figured out a way to return. So for now, I live vicariously through her. As can you, the link to the right "Ouagadoogooner" will get you to her blog. Beware there is much "biology" talk. (and not the boys & girl's kind)

Another day,
I was at the Street Performer's festival again, and saw this awesome act which made me feel I was a Japanese royal child three hundred years ago. This man made neat sculptures that looked like blown glass, out of sugar paste or something. He folded paper frogs and cranes and pirate hats, and made a top spin on the tip of a sword. It was magical, like being three years old.


Another day,
I was on the bus next to a man in pleather pants, cowboy boots and a suit jacket, with a keyboard sticking out the top of his backpack. The busdriver thought he smelled like poo and made all the passengers show our shoes to prove it wasn't us.

Another day,
I was on the bus, and heard a little girl talking with her brother :
"That's the Hotel Mcdonald. If the Queen came here, that's where she'd stay. And if Nickelback came here, that's where they'd stay!"