If you're havin girl problems I feel bad for you son

I promise not to talk about excrement or vomit this tiBAAAAAAAAAAARRRRFFF!!!! Ahem. This time. Got that out of my system. I think we're good now.

My kickin' vision for my "secondary project" (Peace Corps lingo for trying to do something good outside of just teaching English) is as follows:

Bangladesh is, according to Transparency International, the most corrupt country in the world for the fifth year in a row (better luck next time, Finland). And we got poverty and a crappy education system and all that stuff too . . Exhibit 1. Exhibit 2: There are a lot of early twentysomethings with nothing to do because after you finish college you have to wait almost a year to find out your final grades. Exhibit 3: There are a ton of NGO's (non-gov't org's) but very little volunteerism among this rather bored and restless demographic. Enter your boy (me), an English teacher, animal lover, and all around nice guy, who starts what I like to fantazmisize as The NGO Temp Agency. See, you get a month or two of free English coaching, which is good for your career, you listless Bangladeshi 22-year-old. In return, you use a month or two (or more) of that free time of yours to volunteer with an NGO. It's a win-win-win situation, Ahmed, because get this--volunteer service ALSO looks good on your resume. Chalk one up for the non-extremist moderate and socially aware good guys.

So that'd be pretty cool if it worked out, sometime down the road, maybe a half-year or so in the future. I know, I know, the world was supposed to be saved by then. You know Bob, I've moved on, I think it's time you did too, mnealright?

Found a Bangladeshi version of Monopoly yesterday. So amazingly awesomely crappy you can't believe it. The misspellings, the hollow plastic dice that aren't anything resembling cubical (cubular? cubist? cubert? cute?) the property cards printed on typing paper and hand-cut with a pair of scissors, the playing pieces which are one step down from a button. But it's all there, and playing will be a blast.

With one little poof of aerosol insecticide in the bathroom this morning before my shower, I murdered exactly 24 mosquitoes. See, you gotta close the door and the windows for about 15 minutes afterwards and then come in and survey the carnage. It's sort of like finishing a level of DOOM--if you're kind of a sissy about bugs. Which I am.