and there will come soft rains. sadly i dont remember the exact title of the ray bradbury short story (or how to spell his name), but i think that is mighty close to it. if you have not read it, i recommend it. brief and interesting outlook on the who the real survivors of global conflict are. cockroaches wont be alone.

speaking of cockroaches, before i get to the rain part, there are two big ones in my bathroom. i consider them like spiders and many other bugs- they eat other bugs and so i like them. they get to live. ants, not so much. wasps and bees, they get swatted. we have spiders all over the house, sorry ames, five or six in the bathroom and numerous in each corner of my room. i like them, except when they bite me in my sleep. although since i put up my mosquito net two months ago, i dont have that problem. the problem is the taunting by my friends and the fact that i am too long for my bed, so my feet inevitably kick out the tucked part of the net at the foot of the bed. but i like my princess net, and call me what you will: princess, sally, wuss, the lack of bite marks on my person is worth it.

the rains began a few days ago. normally at night, they are quite strong- roughly the equivalent of the monsoons in arizona during july august and september. the mornings are cool, but the afternoon still cooks.

i dont know if you ever get used to the heat, but at some point you just accept it. you sweat all the time- at night, during the day, or pretty much whenever a fan is not directly blowing on you. you never really like it, but you get used to it.

i went to a dance club a few weeks ago in salina cruz with a few friends. one of them was dancing with a guy smoking a cigarette. he turned to say something to me and the lit end touched my shirt. it went out. i never noticed it and it never even left a mark on my shirt. gross, but that is how wet you get at times. true i was dancing, but it was also 230 in the morning. it should be cooler than that. napkins are used a lot , more than hankerchiefs but those are common too, to wipe off faces, and everyone is sweating. i dont think anyone likes it, everyone complains, but what can you do? absolutely nothing. am i used to it? you decide. in the end, i am hot, so whether i am used to it or not is really just an explanation that evades the fact that without this fan directly blowing in my face, i would be sweating. my skin is always sticky from sweat, or the remnants of, anyway. maybe i am used to it.

i dont have a job yet, but i applied for a position in cabo san lucas, baja california. there are worse places to live, and the money is roughly the same as here. it is a high school, but a bilingual high school (read: i dont teach esl/efl, i teach regular high school english as half the day is spanish and half the day is english). i have pretty much made up my mind to be out of here by the second week in august. for better or for worse, it is time to move on. giddy-up.

congrats wahoos. a perfect season in lacrosse is rare and they beat some great teams to do it. i guess dom starsia will get an extension.

where are the hokies? we play club lax. maybe soon we will field an ncaa team. until then, most hokie athletes are just trying to stay out of jail. good luck.

any news stateside?

jimza got married last weekend. congrats to jimmy and the lovely bride, andrea.

that is it for today. no funny stories that i can think. well, i still trouble rolling or trilling an ¨r¨. that provides endless hours of amusement for everyone but me as they mock my pronunciation. sometimes i just spell words i want to say to avoid having to pronounce the trilled r. i have enlisted the help of a thesaurus to avoid saying certain words. but i am practicing and getting better. poco a poquito se va llenando al jarrito. (double r, evil)