going to charlottesville

So, I've come back from Morocco and I'm still alive, though I am on antibiotics for some ailment i picked up. I'd love to write a long narrative about all that happened but i can't. Every day in morocco was more exciting than a month here. there were so many stories that sometimes i would see two insatiable things happening at the same time.

Morocco is a place where people cling to their existence with a tenacity that is admirable. they reject insulation from their environment and from each other with astonishing fierceness. cars drive within inches of each other. people share food and drink freely. dirt is on everything. people trust each other but count their change invariably. people argue about everything but they always end with a shaking of hands and a smile. just my kind of people.
on the down side, everyone wants your money and they dont really hide that fact. at least they'll give you mint tea while they're screwing you. the air is so dirty that i'm still expelling black stuff from my sinuses. people will throw trash anywhere because at a certain point it just doesnt matter.

I'm a year older and i ate camel for thanksgiving. i saw, quite clearly, where our solar system is situated in the galaxy while lying on my back on a sand dune. i found out that some Muslims do drink beer and some will even drink up all your beer and make you pay for it, but what goes around always seems to come around. there will be lots of stories and lots of pictures. right now i just need to relax and finish my school work for the semester.