Constance Chipaka

Well, it took a lot of time, effort, and a trip halfway across the world (ostensibly to "fight poverty" or some garbage), but I have finally named a child. Her name is Constance.

My buddy Nedson had a baby and hadn't named her yet. I chided him, and he asked for me to give some suggestions. I gave him five: I mentioned my girlfriend's and niece's names (aww . . ) as well as the name of a friend, Corinne. In a way, I'm disappointed, because while I love the way Constance sounds coming out of your mouth, and I dig older, somewhat obscure words, I was secretly pulling for the last one I suggested, Velouria.

Nonetheless, I have a baby credit on my resume now. Pretty sure I'm a godfather now.

Ah.

This will be the quickest and worst post I have ever made+

I am teaching at an orphanage 2 days a week and working to build my mud shack out in the village other days+

In this internet cafe I am hearing, for the fourth time, the R. Kelly and Celine Dion duet which is entitled, if I'm not mistaken, "I'm your Angel"+

I'm putting a picture of my Chaco tan up because it is cooler than anything, ever+

Little children aged about 2 run crying when they see me. I scare the crap out of them. I am white+

The return of faucet-arse: Something I ate made me make that music again. Feels somehow comforting. Splattery+

There is also another picture. You can see it; it is found below the other picture. It is of me and the homies after the fourth day of construction on the shack. We rule+