ibadan mesiogo

i packed up my computer and anything else i won't take with me or throw away. i will play a game with frank later today, wherein i say "do you want it?" if he answers yes, i give whatever i am pointing at to him, if he says no, i throw it in the dumpster or donate it to charity. my departure is so imminent that i am not even using my own computer. said computer is in the attic of my professor's house, whose computer i use and whose culinary skills gave a proper ending to fluffy and precious. we enjoyed the animals with some rice boiled in their stock and a tomato sauce almost exactly like that once served in world beat restaurant-closed since april, along with afia.

i can be reached by phone for the next three days, after which the best way to get my attention is by leaving a comment on my weblog or email to jlovegren AT nomadlife DOT org

anyone wishing to see my village in Cameroun is welcome starting in september.

i will come up with several posts in the future full of quaint phrases like "in this way," "dialectical transformation," "the common impression," "one must understand that," "fuck tha bullshit."

goodbye, Americas.