Those canny Inca...

This is totally cool! Ginger took pictures of this piece of cloth that holds the worlds record for number of threads per inch. And it was made between 1200 and 1532 CE. Nobody today can even do this. It boggles the mind.

Llama mania

This is Ginger at, I think, the town of...blimey! I can't think of it... anyway, these llamas just might be alpacas. But they sure are cute, anyway!

Ginger and Luis at Macchu Picchu

So, my sister and her husband went to Peru without me. Waaaaahhhh waaahhh waaahhh!!!! Ok, so they totally needed to go so G could meet Luis's parents. So while there, they went to some Inca ruins, most famous of which is Macchu Picchu. Macchu Picchu was just elected one of the Seven Wonders of the World. I don't know much about it, and, at the risk of getting it all wrong, I'll just say that I THINK that this site was the most sacred city of the Inca and I did read that when the spanish were looting and pillaging, the locals hid the roads to the city and feigned ignorance of its existance so it survived the purge. Anyway, it's a spectacular place (judging by the pictures, anyway). And I want to go there TOOOOOOO!!!!

Integrated neighborhood fungi

I'm still working on my thesis. It's so hard to do. Maybe I'll finish it one of these days and then I can move on with my life and get out of the methadone clinic. Meanwhile, the mushrooms call...

Worm's-eye view

A worm's-eye view of a beautiful mushroom forest.
My life is so exciting.

A Fungus Among Us

After 40 days and nights of rain, the fungi are popping up everywhere. I'm waiting for one to grow inside the camper so I can photo-document it for posterity (it happened last year). These are from around the yard.

Spots of beauty in my yard

I took these when the rain finally stopped today, just so I could have some pictorial evidence that my yard is not all that bad. I haven't made the flower beds as spectacular as they should be, but there are some pretty nice little places around the compound here. I would like to invest a lot of time in the flowers, but I fear that I'll be moving and it breaks my heart to create a paradise flower garden that I'll have to leave. I'd like to stay, of course, but there's no chance of a job around here that I could do and feel good about myself and the chance for a social life that meets my needs is practically nil in this place. In order to stay here in my jungle, I'll have to have an income source that I can generate from home so that I can travel when I need to to stay sane. That is my ideal and I'm still working on it (admittedly, not all that gung-ho-ed-ly).
Meanwhile, my thesis creeps along, growing ever bigger and more complicated.