OK.

it's been hard to post given a. our reduced internet capacity (please see photos for our "alaskan wireless") and b. we're working like immigrants.

you heard me: like IMMIGRANTS!

an appropriate response given by scribe was, "well, as chris rock says - if you have a job that an immigrant can steal... you got a fucked up job."

and indeed i do. my feet are consistently on the verge of bleeding after standing for literally up to 9 hours. this is a whole new angle for an econ class: 'do you want to stand up for 9 hours? let's have class today standing up. oh, what's that billy - you don't like standing up forever? THEN GET A BA!'

i know. i'm a powerful teacher. can't wait to slap that lesson on em.

highlights:

-the 67% decipherable chef is from oakland and promises to make me adobo crab (?)

-the other chef (who has the shakes) likes K and finally had a first prolonged first human conversation

-we got off early today because the cruise ships couldn't dock in the city because there were 16 foot swells

-D attempted to catch fish with her bare hands... while tipsy. she grasped fish 3 times... fish, incidentally are slippery.

-i eat HELLA crab

-being single and without a criminal record, addiction to alcohol prescription medication, or marijuana makes us two of three women we've met yet... including teens.

-no pregnant women have tried to run us over in a borrowed vehicle, then gotten out and said, "i'm still gonna rip your throat out bitch," and then punched us in the jaw (unlike our one coworker/friend here... pobrecita)

-we're gonna sew!

-K like broccoli

-a lumberjack gave me a piece of wood

-we can work an espresso machine better than any barista at the lakeshore OR alameda starbucks

-the bus is one dollar

lowlights:

-the bus does not seem to keep any perceptible schedule

-working 10 days in a row (pah - labor laws shmabor laws)

-we're not friends with any indians yet

-we apparently can't get hurt here because, as advised by a local "hell no, i'd fly to seattle for any important shit"

-it rains like... a rainforest yo (who knew that was indeed a literal translation)

-we only kick it at the pussy smoke free bar because we're too tired to walk farther

-there's two places to shop: Tongass Trading Company (akin to big longs meets pier 39 meets REI... but smaller), or Walmart. Walmart had one option of long sleeve t-shirt to buy. ONE.

-there is no curry powder... anywhere

at least tim gun can keep us company.