jim morrison is looking down on me right this minute

i´ve added a computer to my room. it´s a relic, a beaut from the old days that looks like it has passed through the colon of a very sick giant. i love old computers that actually have turbo buttons on the front. as well, a huge on off switch that looks like it belongs in chernobyl.

but nancy very generously offered to lug this antiquity to my room so that i could work on word based documents and play minesweeper whenever the other computer is indisposed. hey, an our lady peace song on the radio. that´s kind of interesting.

a few things that i´d like to mention. one of which is that the american dollar coin is very common down here. i went a long time without seeing one back home but here they´re almost thrown about like loonies. also, the room that i´m living in right now is one of nancy´s sons and is adorned to his liking. that said, he has an obvious hankering for the doors - there is a 9 foot painting of jim morrison covering an entire wall of my room. it´s actually a very nice painting, simplistic and stylized, but obviously jim, and given my distaste for anything doors-related it fails to elecit the kudos that another might want to give it. the rest of the room is taken up by a small homage / shrine to the virgen mary, a scattering of photos of friends and relatives, a hodge podge of exercise equipment (an exercise bike and cross country skiing machine, an ironic touch given the temperature here in guayaquil, as well as an abdominizer and a single dumbell), a bed in which i try to sleep, and this colossal mound of a computer. a door to jim´s left leads to the bathroom which has, to my great delight, a bidet. yep. a bidet. apparently they´re pretty big around here, a holdover from the colonial days. i have yet to try it out but it is pretty tempting...