Okay, so yesterday I heard about the coolest thing to hit the local gyms ever!! One of the Summerbridge directors, Laura, was telling me about this awesome class she was going to try at the gym. It's called Cardio Drumming and involves large blow-up rubber balls placed along the bleachers and people, equipped with large wooden drum sticks, letting out "their inner Taiko drummer," as she put it. They run back and forth between all the balls, drumming for a while, then running, leaping, spinning, cartwheeling, etc. on to the next ball. It sounds soooo crazy. I'll have to ask her how it went. I hope you can picture this because the picture I have in my head of this craziness makes me smile.
Anyways, I had my first SB meeting yesterday from 9-6. I'm definitely gonna need to get used to these hours cuz I was sooo tired when I got back. It didn't help that I didn't get much sleep the night before, of course. It did get me psyched about the summer though. Oh, and I got to see my edited anthology published and ready for use, which was especially exciting. I totally have aspirations to publish lots of stuff in my life. Who knows what though. Well, I want you to think about this Cardio Drumming class and look for one near you!
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Fear and Loathing in Sacramento
So, there are a few things that freak me out. My issue with spiders has been well-documented to the point that it is being taught in schools as required curriculum. My issues with answering machines/voice mails have also been well-documented by the fact that I am rarely documented at all on an answering machine. However, yesterday I encountered three other fears that you might not be aware of. The first two involve driving. I hate seeing all the shreds of tires along the highway. It scares me so bad that I can feel my pulse rising. Suddenly, I start thinking about what the tires looked like when I got in the car. After I can't remember, I become even more distressed and vow to check the pressure. Then a series of simulations go through my head as I try to prepare myself for the inevitable blowout and what I would do and where the ideal place to pull over would be. They are just so ominous, lying their from owners past, but without the car and the owner to which they belong. "What happened to them?" I wonder. "How did they deal with the tragic situation?"
The second freaky thing is something not all together common, but it happened twice yesterday. On the freeway, I somehow ended up behind a lumber truck. All I could think about was whether one of those logs sliding back into my car would compact it enough to fit into the recycle bin. Then, at a stoplight, I find myself behind a regular truck that has a huge piece of wood (1x8 I think) that spans from the dash, out the rear window, over the truck bed, and is in a staring contest with my front windshield. We were stopped at the light and I kept imagining the light turning green, the truck moving forward, and the board having an equal and opposite reaction toward me. It didn't help that the only thing keeping that dream from become a reality was the passenger holding onto the board with one hand. Luckily, nothing became of it, but still.
The last thing is something that has scared me since I was a kid, but I can't track it back to any particular incident. It bothers me when I go into a bathroom and the shower curtain is drawn. It usually causes me to stop, listen for signs of breathing, and carefully peek around and pull back the curtains before I can do anything else productive. Faced with all these in one day, you might call that a stressful 24 hours. Now don't go around thinking that I'm a scaredy-cat (I don't even like cats) or a sissy. I don't want to add more evidence for the people who swear I'm gay to use against me. There are way more things I'm not afraid than I am afraid of, at least a 20:1 ratio. :)
Also, KWOD 106.5, the station I've counted on for my rock alternative buzz since 2000, has dramatically changed (in case you were unaware). It's now playing a greater variety of things, more stuff from the eighties (The Police, for example) and a bunch of soft stuff too (like Dave Matthews). I'm not all together happy about it. I put in a complaint to the station about how I miss the morning show with Boomer and the Dave and how they were the only think worth listening to in the morning. And now that Summerbridge is about to start, I'll be spending significant time in the morning looking for something good to listen to on the radio. KWOD v.2 might grow on me, but for now I say, "Ewww v. 2!!"
On a more serious note, my mom finished her radiation this week. We were a little disappointed that the tumor in her leg didn't seem to shrink that much, but she says it doesn't pull as hard. She still gets out of breath easily and her legs give her problems after she stands or walks for very long. She doesn't sleep through the night because of the pain, so I know that's hard. But, she has a meeting today with the surgeon to see if and when and how they can remove the tumor and scar tissue from the leg. We're still hopeful that after the surgery, she will be able to move around a lot better. But who knows, eh?
Anyhow, thanks for the encouragement and have a good hump day.
The second freaky thing is something not all together common, but it happened twice yesterday. On the freeway, I somehow ended up behind a lumber truck. All I could think about was whether one of those logs sliding back into my car would compact it enough to fit into the recycle bin. Then, at a stoplight, I find myself behind a regular truck that has a huge piece of wood (1x8 I think) that spans from the dash, out the rear window, over the truck bed, and is in a staring contest with my front windshield. We were stopped at the light and I kept imagining the light turning green, the truck moving forward, and the board having an equal and opposite reaction toward me. It didn't help that the only thing keeping that dream from become a reality was the passenger holding onto the board with one hand. Luckily, nothing became of it, but still.
The last thing is something that has scared me since I was a kid, but I can't track it back to any particular incident. It bothers me when I go into a bathroom and the shower curtain is drawn. It usually causes me to stop, listen for signs of breathing, and carefully peek around and pull back the curtains before I can do anything else productive. Faced with all these in one day, you might call that a stressful 24 hours. Now don't go around thinking that I'm a scaredy-cat (I don't even like cats) or a sissy. I don't want to add more evidence for the people who swear I'm gay to use against me. There are way more things I'm not afraid than I am afraid of, at least a 20:1 ratio. :)
Also, KWOD 106.5, the station I've counted on for my rock alternative buzz since 2000, has dramatically changed (in case you were unaware). It's now playing a greater variety of things, more stuff from the eighties (The Police, for example) and a bunch of soft stuff too (like Dave Matthews). I'm not all together happy about it. I put in a complaint to the station about how I miss the morning show with Boomer and the Dave and how they were the only think worth listening to in the morning. And now that Summerbridge is about to start, I'll be spending significant time in the morning looking for something good to listen to on the radio. KWOD v.2 might grow on me, but for now I say, "Ewww v. 2!!"
On a more serious note, my mom finished her radiation this week. We were a little disappointed that the tumor in her leg didn't seem to shrink that much, but she says it doesn't pull as hard. She still gets out of breath easily and her legs give her problems after she stands or walks for very long. She doesn't sleep through the night because of the pain, so I know that's hard. But, she has a meeting today with the surgeon to see if and when and how they can remove the tumor and scar tissue from the leg. We're still hopeful that after the surgery, she will be able to move around a lot better. But who knows, eh?
Anyhow, thanks for the encouragement and have a good hump day.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Through the misty fog...there is beauty
I just realized that I hadn't written anything about my teaching situation. I found out a few weeks ago that I've been approved to do my student teaching at home. Double Yay!! I've already had my placements set up and everything. The first placement will be in a third grade class at John Bidwell Elementary and the second will be super awesome. It's with my old sixth grade teacher (Mrs. Granados) at my old school (Genevieve Didion). I've been able to visit her twice and she is so excited, says it's a once in a lifetime opportunity. And we get along really well. I hung out in her class Thursday morning and ended up leading the class in a bunch of lessons and bantered and participated with her in the other lessons. It was so much fun. As guilty as I feel working in such a nice school with students who have everything, it is really happy and I enjoyed myself so much. So, I'm really looking forward to that.
Also important info: I've got a new phone!!!! Finally managed to update my technology and kick Cingular to the curb in favor of Verizon. So, I finally can read my screen. Also, I stopped by Mira Loma on Friday. I went there mostly to visit Aleisha, Cliff's sister/my sister-in-law?, who teachers math there and congratulate her on her pregnancy. Most everyone had left by the time I left Aleisha's class, so I didn't get to visit much. I did see Mr. Mathews though and I ran into Jessica Hoffhines and Sarah Frayne randomly, which was cool.
Today, though, was sooo nice. It didn't start off all that great. I had to wake up at 4:30am in order to leave for San Francisco and make it to my appointment by 7:30. I had to take a test on elementary content knowledge for my credentials. SFSU, not my favorite college, mostly because of the need to take a Mission St. exit in order to access it. The problem is that along my route this morning there were 4 Mission St. exits spread throughout the city and as I passed the first two I started getting really stressed out, like I totally screwed up, missed the exit, and now I'll be late and have wasted $400 for nothing. So, I took the third Mission St. exit, but unfortunately that was not the one I needed. This was followed by being totally lost in the city and thwarted by one-way streets and lack of freeway onramps. Thankfully, the song "What If God Smoked Cannibus?" played in order to maintain my composure and through a couple of lucky guesses and turns, I arrived only a few minutes late. Although I breezed through the English and math parts, the social studies and science parts were surprisingly tough. Not all the questions of course, but some I had no clue on. What's a more, for example, and how does it relate to culture? I know who the Mores were, but this was not the question. All kinds of other random things that I'm going to have to do some major last minute studying on when I figure out what grade I'm going to teach.
When that finished, I had a good 7 hours to kill before the Giants game I bought tickets for. I drove about for a bit, then was intrigued by a Starbucks glimmering in the fog and the prospect of caffeine that may help me stay awake for another 12 hours before I got back home. I had to park a mile away from the place, but the walk was neat because it was in this very asian area (no, it wasn't Chinatown), but everyone was asian (with a few exceptions) and it was bustling and there were produce trading and people speaking asian languages and signs written in asian characters and it was really cool to be transported to Asia so rapidly. Although, I think in Asia I would have stood out more and received a few more glares. I have yet to travel to somewhere where I really stood out because of the way I look (besides Vanderbilt I mean). After doing some planning at Starbucks, I decided to move the party elsewhere...ending up in Golden Gate Park. By the way, there was a moment when I came over a hill and in the distance could see city, park, mountain, and the Golden Gate Bridge (and fog) and realized "I'm here." It's so neat to have those moments of appreciation for where you are and what you're doing. So, in the park I walk over to the botanical gardens where they were featuring some really cool "primitive plants" that made me feel all Jurassic Parky. I was able to get a lot more planning and some reading done. There was also this family picnic-ing nearby and they had a little girl who was about 2 and I think she discovered dirt just then. For almost an hour she groped it, flung it in the air, smeared it all over (creating a very adorable face, by the way), ate it, rolled in it, stomped on it, and surely slobbered on it. When the distraction became too much, I headed for the ocean, just beyond the view of a really huge windmill. The ocean was so beautiful. Gosh I love California!! I just walked up and down for a long time watching the waves and the people and the pelicans and the windsurfer and thinking and smiling and enjoying the smells and the wind and view.
Lucky for me, that experience reenergized me to take on the big city and promptly get lost again. I managed to find the restaurant I was looking for though, Lori's Diner, serving turkey burgers and milkshakes. Mmm mmm good! Payed 4 dollars to park for 40 minutes, but that doesn't compare to the prices in the parking lots at the ballpark. $50 for the closest lots and $25 for all the others!!! Ridiculous. Needless to say, I found a very shady nearby area, and by shady I mean sketchy, and parked for free. I will admit that upon leaving the car I feared the trip back to the car, especially because I parked so far away from the ballpark that I wasn't sure I could find my way back and it would be dark and not well lit making the shady shadier. Luckily, when I did leave there was one couple heading and the same direction, probably a little anxious about the Mexican following them into a dark alley. We all made it though. The game could have been better, we lost to the Cleveland Indians 7-6, but it was fun to be a participant in it. I was in the bleachers and people are crazy out there. I wish I had someone else with me, but I was glad for the experience. The ballpark is so nice and I've only been there once before about 4 years ago.
Anyways, I need to sleep, but that'll catch you up on the latest. New Mom news to follow....
"I dig my toes into the sand.
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket.
I lean against the wind,
Pretend that I am weightless,
And in this moment I am happy.
I wish you were here."
Also important info: I've got a new phone!!!! Finally managed to update my technology and kick Cingular to the curb in favor of Verizon. So, I finally can read my screen. Also, I stopped by Mira Loma on Friday. I went there mostly to visit Aleisha, Cliff's sister/my sister-in-law?, who teachers math there and congratulate her on her pregnancy. Most everyone had left by the time I left Aleisha's class, so I didn't get to visit much. I did see Mr. Mathews though and I ran into Jessica Hoffhines and Sarah Frayne randomly, which was cool.
Today, though, was sooo nice. It didn't start off all that great. I had to wake up at 4:30am in order to leave for San Francisco and make it to my appointment by 7:30. I had to take a test on elementary content knowledge for my credentials. SFSU, not my favorite college, mostly because of the need to take a Mission St. exit in order to access it. The problem is that along my route this morning there were 4 Mission St. exits spread throughout the city and as I passed the first two I started getting really stressed out, like I totally screwed up, missed the exit, and now I'll be late and have wasted $400 for nothing. So, I took the third Mission St. exit, but unfortunately that was not the one I needed. This was followed by being totally lost in the city and thwarted by one-way streets and lack of freeway onramps. Thankfully, the song "What If God Smoked Cannibus?" played in order to maintain my composure and through a couple of lucky guesses and turns, I arrived only a few minutes late. Although I breezed through the English and math parts, the social studies and science parts were surprisingly tough. Not all the questions of course, but some I had no clue on. What's a more, for example, and how does it relate to culture? I know who the Mores were, but this was not the question. All kinds of other random things that I'm going to have to do some major last minute studying on when I figure out what grade I'm going to teach.
When that finished, I had a good 7 hours to kill before the Giants game I bought tickets for. I drove about for a bit, then was intrigued by a Starbucks glimmering in the fog and the prospect of caffeine that may help me stay awake for another 12 hours before I got back home. I had to park a mile away from the place, but the walk was neat because it was in this very asian area (no, it wasn't Chinatown), but everyone was asian (with a few exceptions) and it was bustling and there were produce trading and people speaking asian languages and signs written in asian characters and it was really cool to be transported to Asia so rapidly. Although, I think in Asia I would have stood out more and received a few more glares. I have yet to travel to somewhere where I really stood out because of the way I look (besides Vanderbilt I mean). After doing some planning at Starbucks, I decided to move the party elsewhere...ending up in Golden Gate Park. By the way, there was a moment when I came over a hill and in the distance could see city, park, mountain, and the Golden Gate Bridge (and fog) and realized "I'm here." It's so neat to have those moments of appreciation for where you are and what you're doing. So, in the park I walk over to the botanical gardens where they were featuring some really cool "primitive plants" that made me feel all Jurassic Parky. I was able to get a lot more planning and some reading done. There was also this family picnic-ing nearby and they had a little girl who was about 2 and I think she discovered dirt just then. For almost an hour she groped it, flung it in the air, smeared it all over (creating a very adorable face, by the way), ate it, rolled in it, stomped on it, and surely slobbered on it. When the distraction became too much, I headed for the ocean, just beyond the view of a really huge windmill. The ocean was so beautiful. Gosh I love California!! I just walked up and down for a long time watching the waves and the people and the pelicans and the windsurfer and thinking and smiling and enjoying the smells and the wind and view.
Lucky for me, that experience reenergized me to take on the big city and promptly get lost again. I managed to find the restaurant I was looking for though, Lori's Diner, serving turkey burgers and milkshakes. Mmm mmm good! Payed 4 dollars to park for 40 minutes, but that doesn't compare to the prices in the parking lots at the ballpark. $50 for the closest lots and $25 for all the others!!! Ridiculous. Needless to say, I found a very shady nearby area, and by shady I mean sketchy, and parked for free. I will admit that upon leaving the car I feared the trip back to the car, especially because I parked so far away from the ballpark that I wasn't sure I could find my way back and it would be dark and not well lit making the shady shadier. Luckily, when I did leave there was one couple heading and the same direction, probably a little anxious about the Mexican following them into a dark alley. We all made it though. The game could have been better, we lost to the Cleveland Indians 7-6, but it was fun to be a participant in it. I was in the bleachers and people are crazy out there. I wish I had someone else with me, but I was glad for the experience. The ballpark is so nice and I've only been there once before about 4 years ago.
Anyways, I need to sleep, but that'll catch you up on the latest. New Mom news to follow....
"I dig my toes into the sand.
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket.
I lean against the wind,
Pretend that I am weightless,
And in this moment I am happy.
I wish you were here."
Monday, June 06, 2005
from Portland to S.C. and all stops in between
Well, when I left Nashville at 4 AM (in route to the beginning of my summer vacation), it felt like 40 degrees outside. Very chilly. And, sure enough, at my connection in Denver it was snowing. This is how summer began. In Sacramento it was clear, but only in the 70s. So, all around disappointment. Luckily it has warmed up considerably since.
Anyways, Mom picked me up from the airport which was a big deal for me. I spent the first week settling in and seeing family (another delicious bbq at Uncle Rick's). But, the following week it was time to gear up for Portland. I journeyed with Shahla and we ended up departing around 10pm on Saturday night. She was already tired, having been awake since 6am and not really enthused about driving. I had gotten sleep, but a late night phone call from Vinny postponed bedtime a bit. He needed someone to pick him up from a party and a bunch of people were drunk. It was cool that he trusted me enough to call. I know that I have a lot of faith in him too, and trust him and how he handles situations like that. I look forward to moving in with him and spending more time with him this summer. But, the point is, we started at 10!! We took my car and, to make a long story short, I drove the whole way. It was epic. We arrived at 8am, barely in time to make it to Stasia's graduation.
Highlights of the trip (in no particular order):
1) Attending my very first college graduation ever!
2) Hanging out with Stasia, the "driving" force of the whole adventure, who always seems to motivate me to happiness
3) Camping out at Stasia's new apartment on the lake and feeding the ducks
4) Seeing James- It's been so long since I last saw him that I had forgotten how much I like the guy. He is awesome!
5) Yummy sushi and free Olive Garden!
6) Letterboxing!! Have you heard about this phenomenon? It is so cool! It's like a refined scavenger hunt nationwide. I think I'm gonna modify the concept and use it with my students.
7) All that quality carriding time with Shahla. And the quality carriding time with Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on audiotape.
Top drags were: icky and cold weather, bad timing, being tired, Stasia being sick (which inevitably led to Shahla and I being sick), and lots going on in so little time. But it was a good trip overall and I'm totally glad I did it.
But, I wasn't done with trips. The following week Shahla and I reunited as I joined her in Santa Cruz to see a lecture by one of my favorite playwrights, Luis Valdez. His speech was so inspiring as he talked about the fight for civil rights for Chicanos and others, led by Cesar Chavez. I can do a fairly good impression of a couple of his entertaining stories, so feel free to ask me. The trip also involved ocean, a rollercoaster (my first time to the boardwalk!), more quality Shahla time, and frozen yogurt (yum!). Despite the fact that it was a 2-3 hr. drive, it seemed so quick shortly after returning from Portland. Although, now I have my sights set on Vancouver. Canada, here I come!!
Summerbridge also began in full swing. I got to prepare a lesson for fourth graders as part of a program called "I'm Going to College!" that is based on research suggesting that students who haven't thought about college by fourth grade are far less likely to attend than students who have. So these kids do research on local schools, apply to the colleges, learn about and apply for financial aid, and finally take a field trip to college for a day (in this case, University of the Pacific). I co-taught a lesson on food chains that called for students to play a modified version of tag, acting as hawks, frogs, or grasshoppers. Running around always seems to engage kids, who'd a thunk? Then, on the following weekend, I went camping with the Summerbridge kids. I wasn't exactly stoked about camping with 12-14 year olds for 32 hours, but it turned out pretty fun. I had know idea you could camp at Folsom Lake. It's very flat and not abundantly full of wildlife and just a few hundred feet from the nearest Walgreens, but I don't think they noticed. It was cool because I got to meet and spend some quality time with a bunch of the kids who will be eighth graders this summer when I'm teaching. We swam, played kickball, knitted, sang songs, made s'mores, etc. All together exhausting, but entertaining. I got a nice tan too. I better not go back to Nashville or people won't stop trying to speak Spanish to me.
Mom has been doing all right. Her and Grams fight a lot because Grams can't hear and Mom gets frustrated. She definitely is at the end of her nerves and gets on my nerves when she knitpicks things all the time, but oh well. While I stay with them, I try to balance time in the living room with time in my "room" or away. I've been taking her to most of her daily radiation appts. She just today had to go to the ER because her lungs were hurting so bad. She has pnuemonia apparently, hopefully they'll take care of that. It's always a little scary though, each time she gets bad you don't know what to expect. I also went to the doctor recently. Surprisingly, he said I was healthy! That's always good news I suppose. My dad has returned from his alcohol detox program and is like a new man. I pray he can keep it up because he looks and sounds different. So, there's a plus for you.
Anyways, I hope that helps to catch us up on the basic things I've missed blogging. Hopefully Internet access will continue to work with me and allow me to keep up with the blogging for the rest of the summer.
Chao!! (Not caio)
Mat
Anyways, Mom picked me up from the airport which was a big deal for me. I spent the first week settling in and seeing family (another delicious bbq at Uncle Rick's). But, the following week it was time to gear up for Portland. I journeyed with Shahla and we ended up departing around 10pm on Saturday night. She was already tired, having been awake since 6am and not really enthused about driving. I had gotten sleep, but a late night phone call from Vinny postponed bedtime a bit. He needed someone to pick him up from a party and a bunch of people were drunk. It was cool that he trusted me enough to call. I know that I have a lot of faith in him too, and trust him and how he handles situations like that. I look forward to moving in with him and spending more time with him this summer. But, the point is, we started at 10!! We took my car and, to make a long story short, I drove the whole way. It was epic. We arrived at 8am, barely in time to make it to Stasia's graduation.
Highlights of the trip (in no particular order):
1) Attending my very first college graduation ever!
2) Hanging out with Stasia, the "driving" force of the whole adventure, who always seems to motivate me to happiness
3) Camping out at Stasia's new apartment on the lake and feeding the ducks
4) Seeing James- It's been so long since I last saw him that I had forgotten how much I like the guy. He is awesome!
5) Yummy sushi and free Olive Garden!
6) Letterboxing!! Have you heard about this phenomenon? It is so cool! It's like a refined scavenger hunt nationwide. I think I'm gonna modify the concept and use it with my students.
7) All that quality carriding time with Shahla. And the quality carriding time with Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on audiotape.
Top drags were: icky and cold weather, bad timing, being tired, Stasia being sick (which inevitably led to Shahla and I being sick), and lots going on in so little time. But it was a good trip overall and I'm totally glad I did it.
But, I wasn't done with trips. The following week Shahla and I reunited as I joined her in Santa Cruz to see a lecture by one of my favorite playwrights, Luis Valdez. His speech was so inspiring as he talked about the fight for civil rights for Chicanos and others, led by Cesar Chavez. I can do a fairly good impression of a couple of his entertaining stories, so feel free to ask me. The trip also involved ocean, a rollercoaster (my first time to the boardwalk!), more quality Shahla time, and frozen yogurt (yum!). Despite the fact that it was a 2-3 hr. drive, it seemed so quick shortly after returning from Portland. Although, now I have my sights set on Vancouver. Canada, here I come!!
Summerbridge also began in full swing. I got to prepare a lesson for fourth graders as part of a program called "I'm Going to College!" that is based on research suggesting that students who haven't thought about college by fourth grade are far less likely to attend than students who have. So these kids do research on local schools, apply to the colleges, learn about and apply for financial aid, and finally take a field trip to college for a day (in this case, University of the Pacific). I co-taught a lesson on food chains that called for students to play a modified version of tag, acting as hawks, frogs, or grasshoppers. Running around always seems to engage kids, who'd a thunk? Then, on the following weekend, I went camping with the Summerbridge kids. I wasn't exactly stoked about camping with 12-14 year olds for 32 hours, but it turned out pretty fun. I had know idea you could camp at Folsom Lake. It's very flat and not abundantly full of wildlife and just a few hundred feet from the nearest Walgreens, but I don't think they noticed. It was cool because I got to meet and spend some quality time with a bunch of the kids who will be eighth graders this summer when I'm teaching. We swam, played kickball, knitted, sang songs, made s'mores, etc. All together exhausting, but entertaining. I got a nice tan too. I better not go back to Nashville or people won't stop trying to speak Spanish to me.
Mom has been doing all right. Her and Grams fight a lot because Grams can't hear and Mom gets frustrated. She definitely is at the end of her nerves and gets on my nerves when she knitpicks things all the time, but oh well. While I stay with them, I try to balance time in the living room with time in my "room" or away. I've been taking her to most of her daily radiation appts. She just today had to go to the ER because her lungs were hurting so bad. She has pnuemonia apparently, hopefully they'll take care of that. It's always a little scary though, each time she gets bad you don't know what to expect. I also went to the doctor recently. Surprisingly, he said I was healthy! That's always good news I suppose. My dad has returned from his alcohol detox program and is like a new man. I pray he can keep it up because he looks and sounds different. So, there's a plus for you.
Anyways, I hope that helps to catch us up on the basic things I've missed blogging. Hopefully Internet access will continue to work with me and allow me to keep up with the blogging for the rest of the summer.
Chao!! (Not caio)
Mat
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