stolen, and a weird dream

My tape recorder is missing. Luckily I have almost all the files I'd recorded on my computer now, but still. It's an expensive-y piece of equipment and a pain to replace. For now I'll just take notes, at least tomorrow with the students. Oops forgot to call the professors... do that tomorrow.

Obviously, I'm not the best at scheduling my time. I'm not used to having nothing to do but what I make myself do. It's very interesting. Plus it'll be tough to adapt to Can Tho, where I'll be teaching classes at set times and all.

Also, I had this crazy dream last night that I'm sure accurately depicts my subconscious reactions to everything going on here and all I've been told throughout my life. It was a continuation from a previous dream a few nights ago, the night I went to Ho Chi Minh's mausoleum to watch the soldier's take down the flag and sing the anthem. In that dream you could only play traditional Vietnamese music in stores, or else the government would censor it. So in most recent dream, I was in my car driving around Hanoi playing pop music, and suddenly Ho Chi Minh's smiling face was beeping projected-like all around me and I got arrested! The jail was very nice, and was actually the British Council room in which I'd seen a debate on Friday night. It was plastered with HCM everywhere, and we prisoners had to paint busts of him. That's it.

Basically, I'm still keeping busy. Trying to be touristy while working, as usual. Hanging out with the Princeton and Duke kids here, and saw Adrian last week too to get my Yale fix in!

Photos: HCM's mausoleum at night, a dragon on a pagoda, silkworms and their silk from the silk village, one of the Princeton Viet roommates and a baby.

Also, while I was bargaining down a price for a motorbike taxi today, the men told me that I'd find it hard to find a husband. Original price: 40000. Final price: 15000.