Es que tengo amigos que piensan deep.

Guess who just landed the alto part in Sunday's musical number?! Yup, it's true. I've always kind of dreamed of performing a singing number in church, and it appears that my number is indeed up. Since I've been asked numerous times throughout my life to "keep it down," or "play piano instead or something," this is a special and unusual time for me. Whatever, I'm excited.

In other news I am not a fan of my IAS380R class which demands that I go out and have cultural experiences which is all fine and dandy, but then have to write pages upon pages about my feelings about said cultural experiences. I'm all for reflection and deep thoughts, but whyyyyyyyy? I ought to be out having more cultural experiences instead of making up deep thoughts about why they were so cultural. Blech and blech.

Also, the food here continues to be most, most wonderful in that yesterday our gerente took us out for crepes--crepe catracho & crepe belga--and I was full for hours. Plus we buy our food at different little stores which makes me feel European, or rather not-American, and I get a real kick out of buying bread from the bread store and cheese from the cheese store, and pineapple from the pineapple man. Now I just need to find a butcher and chocolate man and I'll be set for life and may never, ever leave Honduras.

Finally, even though I am enjoying Honduras, I find myself plagued by thoughts of my return in terms of will I go to graduate school?! If so, then where? And then I want to apply for a myriad of other things like a Fulbright ETA, and Teach for America, and real-life big-people jobs and it just gets a tad overwhelming. But I was talking to my friend Seth (who is totally winning the P-90x/yoga challenge by the way as evidenced by the fact that he could do my super-cool yoga move that took me many moons to learn) who wisely told me to stop worrying because I wasn't enjoying the now. Which is true. Happen what happens I am in Honduras now, so I need esforzarme to be in Honduras. So I'm going to try harder and worry less.

Namaste.

I'm feeling deep.

"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world."

-- C.S. Lewis

This is a picture of Iceland.

I think that Iceland might be other-worldly enough to satisfy at least some of my desires.

Listen to Sigur Ros.

Really.

Lions don't eat vegetables....

I am conflicted.

So I am STILL illustrating "Marco and Scarlett's Vegetable Venture" for the Womens' Health Clinic. I feel like it will do good things. As a vegetarian, I'm down with promoting vegetables (even carrots and especially spinach). And if I end up impressing upon young minds that lions wear pants and eat leafy greens, what of it?

Dilemma 1: So Grace's four-year-old nephew comes by while I'm working on my illustrations and immediately looks at my pictures and comments: "Lions don't eat vegetables." Yeah, well.

Dilemma 2: I was also having a conversation with my mother about the relationship between the quality of illustrations vs. child-friendliness. Conclusion: The fact that I am drawing poor quality illustrations of lions in sun-dresses may actually be extremely appealing to young children, despite the absence of aesthetic stimulation.

Dilemma 3: When I worked for Discovery Creek last summer the most-requested book was "The Big Golden Book of Cavemen." This book was chalk full of graphic depictions of hairy Neanderthals slaughtering and eating zebras and mammoths.

Conclusion:

Children want this:

Not this:

Look, whatever happens, Neanderthals and aesthetic implications aside, eat your vegetables!