Land of Chicken Tragedies.

hello guys,
the tropics are treating me well. don't even mind the hourly waves of new mosquito bites.
i want to say to everyone, your posts are great. each time i finish one i feel that i have worlds to write back. but blogs are blogs and i guess they are a bit impersonal by nature (and that has its own charm no doubt) so i will restrain from treating each post like it is my last chance ever to respond to a weighty message meant for my eyes only. just know that i could.
anyway, there is not much that is more exciting than walking these streets here. down the meat market streets during the day - it is hard to imagine how efficiently one can kill a chicken until you see it. you can just be strolling along, not at all expecting to witness how meat actually becomes meat, when the flapping of wings and bird sounds come with the single crunch of the neck. then the once-chicken is chopped, defeathered, bagged and handed over. one moment squawking and the next being digested by stomach acids. fresh produce.
night markets are less carnal. well, carnal in a different way maybe, but no loose chicken feathers. actually, maybe still loose chicken feathers? hard to know how these asians get down sometimes. in either case! night markets are fun because the night people come out, the young people that don't have to slave all day kneading dough or snapping chicken necks (i haven't even mentioned the pigs.) sometimes these people have spirit and they are fun to watch.
i do need to let my sister use the internet before she doesn't have a chance. lottery tickets start selling rapidly after a certain time of day and the computer will be needed (uncle/grandma's business.)
love,
jess

Last Words Before Life Aboard Aircraft.

hello guys!
i am about to climb onto a gigantic airplane and stay there for 14 hours as it makes its way over to the shriveled peanut shaped island of taiwan. grandma is about to be surprised for sure.
my proudest feat as of late: successfully made black bean brownies! with all of your modifications, megan. gave all my oklahoma homies these black beany things in a ziplock bag - they never cease to be amazed at what we do up at amherst.
hope everyone is well.
love,
jess

Reporting from a not so short island.

hello guys!
this is the very first time i have been involved in a blog of any sort, and i think it might be true that it would take no less than the chapman "womb of love" to motivate me to participate in these sorts of technologically demanding activities.
selena - how's progress on making the blog header appear less sauced? any success? i am by no means only a one-time accepter of commissions.
i am currently seated on the carpet of bill's livingroom. he is in an armchair on my left, alanna is studying a map and sharing a couch with bill's mom who is looking for potential bill-jobs (do these exist?) on my right, and bill's dad was in an armchair directly across from me but just arose to put the handy dandy dishwasher into action. yeaaa, we are all full of salmony flavored fish that he cooked tonight.
"guuuys, stop blogging and looking at computers and maps and let's do something funnnn." -b.
alright, alas, i have no successfully modified recipes (bb brownies mmm) or questionably edible breakfast mixes (rose, i would have been happily eating your creation next to you) to post on here.
but, i do have one last thing:
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A JELLYFISH! yay!

love, jess