Settling In

12/4/09

Settling into routine here in Dire Dawa. I have a few projects I’ve been working on. One of them is recording the stories from the fourth grade English workbook on to a CD so that the children can practice pronunciation. I’ve just finished with the 24 chapter/ stories and am now picking out vocabulary words to record.

I wrote an essay on Success and confusions people abroad may have about America. It’s written in a general sense or I would have to write a whole book. The subject itself is broad and so I only touched lightly on the subject at hand.

I have been given a local cell phone while I am working here. I wash my clothes in my sink; I eat all my meals with the Brothers and Abbas. Misrak and I go out sometimes to walk. A few nights ago there was a huge feast (on the roof of the building I am staying at) for three bicyclists from Switzerland. They rode their bikes all the way to Ethiopia as a fundraiser for water. A penny per Kilometer was what sponsors pay.

After the feast I was talking with Philippe one of the bicyclists about our current adventures. We turn to head in for the night and realized we’ve been locked out. It’s too far to jump and all three doors are locked. Philippe says, “Well I guess we’re spending the night outside.”

I wont hear none of that and pull out my cell. I hear Philippe sigh in relief and call Abba Worku to bail us out. Worku laughs and laughs and within minutes someone comes to unlock the door apologizing.

Abba Petros (the 93 year old Bishop) always makes us laugh at the dinner table. He always has some joke or funny comment. Before we eat he says the evening prayer and ends it with “and may god bless me with the appetite of Brother Simon.” He likes to say how every one is Oromo in one way or another. Then he laughs a belly laugh and his white teeth gleaming. Even I am some how of the Oromo tribe (although I’m not sure how.)

Misrak and I went to her favorite place called The Jungle. It’s three birr to enter ($1.00 = 12 Birr.) It’s in comparative to a very small Zoo (including the cages they are kept in.) The first cage has only pigeons. The second, third, fourth, and fifth have different types of birds including pheasants, roosters, and geese.

The next dozen cages have different types of monkeys, baboons, and a hyena. Then there are peacocks, and an ostrich.
We have a seat and drink juice. The juice comes in three colors one on top of the other. Mango, ambusha (a local fruit), and avocado; they make up the colors of the Ethiopian flag. When we leave I notice there are flags up now.

Malaria

11/28/09

Here in Dire Dawa the old bishop is 93 years old, but still as sharp as a razorblade. He says that Obama is from the Oromo tribe. “But his family is from Kenya.” Abba Worku says. The old bishop explains something about Kenya people originating from the Oromo tribe, which makes him Oromo. “He is our brother.” He says in Amharic with a 93-year-old grin. Ethiopians like Obama VERY much. Actually the world is happy with him for the time being.

It has actually rained today which I think is unusual for the dry season. It was a light shower but outside smells fresh and the ground eagerly and selfishly has devoured whatever rain it touches.

I am introduced to Misrak (It means “East” in Amharic.) She is 23 years old and graduated from law school last year. She is now working as Worku’s secretary in the peace and justice department of the Catholic church here. I like her very much and know we will spend much time together. She is intelligent, funny and from the Groggy tribe.
Before I return to my room after dinner the brothers, Misrak, and I watch Ethiopian Idol.

The mosquito netting swallows my bed in neon green, and hangs about like the bed is made for a princess. Queen of Sheba perhaps? Ah alas it is only I at the moment sleeping in such settings.

On the Road Again

11/27/09

I have not had the chance to put my thoughts down in a few days. The American Holiday “Thanksgiving” has past and hopefully you all know how thankful I am for everything in my life.

Two days ago while still in Addis Ababa, I met with sister Carol. She is currently teaching an English class at St. Francis Friary among other things. She is originally from America. She has been a nun for over 25 years she tells me.

We sit and chat for a while about Ethiopia, and America. I come to find out she is trying to prepare a Poetry class for the students in addition to the English classes. In this I can help her.

Abba Daniel made some copies of my “Sound and Sense” Introduction to poetry book with detailed explanations of metaphors, imagery, rhyme, meter, etc… The book also has examples as well as exercises for students. I hope it will help her.

On the 26^th at 5am we left the compound and Addis heading towards Harar. We had two Catholic bishops with us. It was a long journey to Harar. We stopped at four different compounds visiting the Abbas, sisters, and schools set up.

Each place we stopped wanted to serve us tea (shy) or coffee (buna) it is also common to have toasted barley as a snack/treat. Everyone I have met was very nice and hospitable.

Of course the kids all want to say hello and one little boy wanted to hold my hand (which is common to hold hands as a sign of friendship.) In one of the classrooms the women were learning to sew, but most of the classrooms were for elementary through 9^th grade.

Everywhere is drought. There just isn’t enough water for people in Ethiopia. One of the most valuable possessions of the compounds is their water reservoir. They collect water during the wet season to use when there is no water during the dry season (we are currently in the dry season.)

On the way to Harar you will see goats, donkeys, chickens, different types of cows and camels. Since there is such a deficiency of water most people here rely on meat to sustain themselves for food. Hawks and vultures circle the skies.

You will still see crops of maze, tef, eatable greens, and so on. There is an abundance of bananas, oranges, mango and papaya, but since there is no way to preserve these perishables when they are out of season they are out.

Nothing is processed here like in America. Everything is organic and fresh. It has to be there is no source for anything else. No refrigerators or microwaves. Only in the Catholic compounds you will see a stove. Only in a few places can you find dried pasta, or a can of something. People here just don’t have the money to afford such luxuries. Most families don’t even use electricity.

Everything in Ethiopia especially agriculture is the same technology as it’s been for thousands of years. The difference to thousands of years ago and today is that most people in the big cities have a cell phone and maybe a family car if they have any money.

Arab countries, Italians, and the ancient Egyptians have mostly influenced Ethiopia.

The closer to Harar you get the more Chat crops and people carrying chat around. People lying around chewing, and so on. The houses are either square and made of sticks and mud with tin roofs, or round made of sticks, mud, and a straw thatched roof.

All the men have clothes on, most of the women are covered up as well, but a few women you will see without tops. Children mostly have some sort of clothes on but in some of the remote places the younger children were naked as well.

There are lots of mountains. The view is amazing. We must have past maybe four or five accidents on the side of the road. Big trucks turned over with people standing all around. It didn’t look like anyone was hurt but goods were scattered and the trucks twisted and in ruin.

I haven’t exactly had the reaction I expected to get in Ethiopia. I‘m thrilled that most of the people here other than a few, don’t even bat an eyelash. No one is calling out “Frengis” as many of the blogs I read about foreigners visiting described.

We finally arrive at the walls that engulf Harar. The entrance to the Catholic Church we will spend the night at open its gates. “Salaam” and nods are exchanged. Once in the foyer I am shown to my room for the night.

We wash up and have dinner. The Bishop gives a spoonful of something yellow and alcoholic to Worku. He coughs and almost spits it out. The old bishop laughs. He says, “This one is not good anymore. See the sediment at the bottom? I will get another bottle.” He returns with a full bottle and explains that is whiskey he has made himself.

After dinner I am invited to watch TV for a while. How surprised am I to find out that both the bishop and Abba Worku are wrestling fanatics! We were just in time to watch WWE as it is now called.

Watching them so engaged in this sort of American entertainment brings me back to memories of my sister Arielle and myself years ago. We used to love to watch wrestling and then try to wrestle with each other in out living room. Arielle was still in diapers. We would get into costume and everything enacting out scenes we had just watched or making up our own.

After WWE is over, I head to my room and am suddenly in front of a very old nun. She rattles off a long string of Amharic. I say the only words I have learned so far. “Duhna Nuwot?” (Polite way of saying: you are fine?) She says some more in Amharic… I say, “Alguban~um” (I don’t understand.)

She then says, “Italian?” and a long string of words in Italian.

“No, American.” I say.

“Oh!” she smiles and continues to say more things in Amharic and pats my back, smiling before leaving me.(Notice the loud speakers in the windows.)

I return to my room. I sleep. I am awoken by the most disturbing sound. It’s 4:30 in the morning and speakers from the Mosque are blaring prayers. It feels like the room is shaking with the awful declarations. I get up only to record some of this so you believe me. I lay in bed waiting until it finally stops an hour later.After a small breakfast with Buna (coffee) I take a tour of the compound.
(I am shown the water reservoir which has a solar panel system to clean It.) The old nuns (two of them) really hope I will stay with them. With a somewhat wiry grin I tell Worku I am not able to make that type of commitment. I thank them for the offer (which Worku interprets.) and promise I will however see them again…

We pack up the Toyota and head out to Dire Dawa…..

Todd you Made my Day

Todd: gross! you don't shave? lol j/k

me: lol no point at the moment,

me: Ethiopia has the best Ethiopian food ever LOL

Todd: NS?!?! how does urban spoon rate them? authentic?

me: LOL

Poetry will Always Love me

11/25/09

There is always sleep!

Oh sweet sleep!

When did you come,

and visit my bedside?

Kissed me with bliss,

and heavenly dreams.

Sang to me hymns of solitude.

Carressed my face,

with your touch of sweet.

Poetry is Patient

Oh lion!
Oh ram!
Rumpelstiltskin I am not
I will not sleep any longer!

She will watch with dew-lit eyes and a sullen smile
Her cheeks glow with soft accents and a tear descends down
All she wears are her cares

She is me, and I am she
I swear I’ve become
The skin of the sun

Time sealed her away,
Yet she is dwelling still,
Like one who sleeps in timelessness,
At the bottom of the cosmic sea
She is the root of absolute ruin
When the sun breaks in its youthful,
Strong ascent, balances,
And begins the mighty plunge to death

Oh lion!
Oh ram!
Rumpelstiltskin I am not
I will not sleep any longer!

Time is split into days and nights
I measure time
By the way the willow sways
And when the music plays
It’s time to relax
Reading a book my eyes collapse

Oh lion!
Oh ram!
Rumpelstiltskin I am not
I will not sleep any longer!

C is for Culture

11/23/09

Today after coffee and a banana Worku and I visited three different catholic churches. The first one was very plain until you got inside and then it was absolutely gorgeous. The other two were not yet finished.

We had an Italian lunch. Ethiopians love Italian food; love it. I had spaghetti with vegetables and Worku had spaghetti with eggs.

Once back at St. Francis I took a nice long nap. Worku woke me up a few hours later and said a long time friend Assegid had invited us to dinner. He took us to a restaurant called “Abisha” This restaurant had probably the most ferangi (foreigner) I’ve seen in one place since I got here (still not many.)

It is a touristy restaurant but great all the same. The meal was excellent! You know when the food is sooo good but you are too full to eat any more but you keep picking at it anyways just to get more of the flavor. Well that was how great it was!

After a traditional Ethiopian dinner the musicians came out and played traditional music. There were female and male singers. Then the dancers came out! Whoa what can I say I was very impressed as they danced different tribal dances that were very energetic!

It’s hard to explain without seeing them with your own eyes the dances. I highly suggest you “you tube” Traditional Ethiopian tribal dancing, or maybe specific tribes like “Oromo”, “Groggy”, or “Tigray” to name a few.

To summarize it the focus on Ethiopian dancing is on the upper chest, shoulders, neck, and head. Some of the movements are very ridged. The two girl dancers each showcased, first relaxing their necks stretching them and then the drum got faster and they swung their heads so fast like they were possessed. I really expected their heads to fly off at any moment.

After all the extravagant dancing the dancers came to dance with some of the audience members. One older man in a business suit gave one of the girls’ 100 Birr (about $10.00) to dance with her. The best of the two guy dancers came to our table. Worku and Assegid laughed and said, “I knew it!” (Luckily thanks to Bemnet and his friends in Dallas, Texas I’ve had practice.) I surprised the hell out of them. They said they were very impressed I didn’t make an ass out of myself like the other white people there. Yeay! HaHa

Anyways we had a great time! What an experience. (By the way Bemnet if you’re reading this I got to hear many silly stories about you growing up tonight ;)

Until tomorrow’s great adventure I bid you good night (or in your case good morning.)

Misty (not Miste which means wife in Amharic.)

A day in London

With the chance of reflection living in Barcelona I remember how everyone uses the term "Balle" for everything. They use it for yes, no, come on, sure, okay, etc... I wasn't used to the Spanish in Barcelona as they all seem to talk with a lisp. The Spanish I learned is very pronuciated.

Here in England The cutest thing I've ever heard was when Rachel told her son to sign to Christopher and he said in his little British accent "But mummy! I can't! I have little fingers!" My heart melted. How cute. Reminds me of Nick Swardson's "British Kid" stand up. Yesterday Christopher and I took the train from Southend to London (about an hour ride.) We saw the Tower of London and Tower bridge.

Then we decided to check out The Dungeon (http://www.thedungeons.com/) A good two hours of London's gruesome history. Most of it was visual and Christopher really seemed to enjoy it. Especially the lynching ride! Everything was based on actual events in history including Jack the Ripper and The Great Fire of London, Tooley Street, and Sweeney Todd.
We then went for a bite to eat. We stopped in at"The Kings Old Head" a pub where we could get cider and fish and chips.

We took the Queens walk and headed towards the London Eye. It was a quite walk since none of us talked although we used a lot of Gestures, British Sign Language, I phone note pad, and good old fashioned pen and paper to communicate.

It's a long walk I think we walked altogether 8miles yesterday. We finally got to The London Eye! Amazing view. I can now say I've seen everything in London LOL. I guess I'd have to compare it to the State Fair of Texas Ferris wheel.

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We continued our walk to Big Ben, Parliament, but skipped Buckingham Palace we were too tired and had a long walk back.

L lletraferit

Without internet and sick the last few days...

Last night Barbara, Brian, and I went to L lletraferit. I performed spoken word for a crowd of Spanish speakers! Made a few new friends. Victor the host was awsome and even did a poem under a table!

Had a great time!

BCN

Just found out the homeless get 800EU a month to live on. I wonder why some of these homeless use it all on booze? Maybe I'm wrong, but if my government gave me free health care and 800 Euros a month I'd be saving and making some sort of business eventually. Not living in my own filth and alcohol. I don’t see the pleasure in sleeping outside unless I’m camping in the woods.

I've completely run out of money for the month. Still have five days here. I have food for the week but I’ve even used my metro card up. Brian is nice enough to buy me another one so I am not stuck at the apartment. Meanwhile I await my mother to wire me my next chunk, which will have to last me England and Ethiopia.

Sorry guys! That means no gifts this year. :(

I miss my cat Bud. Those of you that know my fat fluff of furry know that he's been with me 10 years now! Yes that's right 10 years. He knows all my secrets muahahahaha! He is staying with Marc in New Orleans and is getting plenty of attention from what I hear. Doesn’t help much when you feel completely alone and just want to snuggle. That's what cats are good for snuggling.

There are a lot of cats in Barcelona. They especially live on the mountains. Mountain cats! I remember climbing Montjuic I saw ALOT of these wild mountain cats. They look happy and well fed.

Well it's a fact I have a new product for 2010 in the Eco-Art line of goodies! You'll just have to wait until I get back to see them! Not only that but I also have a new line of jewelry.

You'll love the authentic details and handcrafted unique pendants in the "Amber Time Line." If you like steam punk, and gadgets you'll love these pendants.

Since the Last Time we Spoke...

We got our Halloween on. We found a costume pub crawl (three bars and a dance club.) Halloween is NOT big here and all the people you see in costume you can guarantee speak English. It was fun though. I danced my ass off even as much as my legs hurt from all the walking we've been doing hehe. I went as a dragonfly (i brought some wings) and painted my face. Brian was Zombie Castro. People loved my face painting a girl we met a one of the bars pulled liquid eyeliner out of her purse so i could "paint" on her face heh.

Our internet has been in and out yet again. Brian is running out of inspiration for the photography book he is working on here. I can understand becuase things are beginning to look familiar now. When we first got here everything was new and taking great pictures was just a click away. Now we're seen everything and the pictures are slow to come by.

Brian has also gotten himself sick. Maybe it's the weather? It's chilly in the morning hot in the afternoon and chilly again at night. So far i'm feeling great. Other than the fact that I walk so much everyday my legs fell like jello.

It's so noisy on the street we stay. Barcelona really is a 24hour city. Even at 4am people walk by with their music playing on their cell phones singing and yelling, people slamming doors, babies crying, mothers yelling at them. Street cleaners make it sound like the world is at an end. Lot's of loudness!

This is my last week in Barcelona, Spain and then i'm off to Essex UK!

Walking

10/29/09

The last few days have been full of WALKING. Walking everywhere! Up Montjuic Down Mountjuic and all around it; not only is Montjuic a beautiful mountain you can see Barcelona in aerial, but there is much to visit on the mountain it’s self. Yesterday we visited the Catalan Museum. I really enjoy the marble and bronze sculptures portraying sullen, sensual women.

Then we walked around the Olympic stadium and the sites there (a huge swimming pool, gardens, fountains, etc.) Today we took a four-hour hike past yesterday’s adventures to the graveyard. There was a ton of stairs!


Picture compliment of: Brian Hammer http://hammerphoto.wordpress.com/

I have to say I am not very impressed with the styles in which they bury the dead here. All the tombs are on top of each other in which you need a ladder to reach if looking for someone on top. As an added note a large portion of the tombs outlook the Mediterranean Sea and a highway. It’s an exquisite view.

Instead of climbing stairs to get back (you can really get lost there) we decided to hike around the mountain. Unfortunately the walk was right next to a highway of on coming traffic. Safely we made it back in time to have sangria and a bite to eat.

We made it to La Concha again tonight. I had a coffee and hookah. Tonight just didn’t quite have the same atmosphere as last week, and we left after an hour or so. Don’t get me wrong I love this place! If you’re ever in Barcelona, it’s a must experience, and on my top ten.

I can no longer ignore how my blondish hair and green eyes are a problem when I travel. It’s been pointed out to me many times over, but I some how always seem to pacify it. I am consciously going to remind myself not to overlook it anymore. Traveling in Mexico growing up every year I loved the attention it brought me. Now I really don’t want the attention.

Memorandum: Geez do I need a massage!

Gaudí

10/23/09

Antoni Plàcid Guillem Gaudí i Cornet (25 June 1852–10 June 1926)

Had an enchanting time exploreing Palau Guell

1878–1879: Lampposts for the Plaça Reial at Barcelona;

1878: Showcase for glove manufacturer Comella. Via this work, used at the World's Fair in Paris, Eusebi Güell came to know the architect.

1878–1882: Several designs for the Obrera Mataronense at Mataró. Only a very small part of these plans was built, but it shows Gaudí's first use of parabolic arches, here in a wooden structure.

1883–1885: Casa Vicens;

1883–1885: Villa "El Capricho" at Comillas (Santander);

1884: Finca Güell: Entrance pavilion and stables for the palace at Pedralbes (first completed building for Eusebi Güell);

1884–1891: Completion of the crypt of the Sagrada Família (the crypt had been started by the architect Francisco del Villar in 1882, who had to abandon the project in 1883);

1885–1889: Palau Güell;

1887–1893: Episcopal palace at Astorga

and his most famous works:

Casa Vicens (1884–1885)

Palau Güell (1885–1889)

College of the Teresianas (1888–1890)

Crypt of the Church of Colònia Güell (1898–1916)

Casa Calvet (1899–1904)

Casa Batlló (1905–1907)

Casa Milà (La Pedrera) (1905–1907)

Park Güell (1900–1914)

Sagrada Família Nativity façade and Crypt of the Sagrada Família church (1884 until his death in 1926, although still under construction as of 2009)

Ashley, Brian, and I came back to the apartment to change in to nightwear. We took a trip to the Fairy Bar called "El Bosc de las Fades" Drank on Sangria and listen to the occasional thunderstorm and watch as the dim lights flickered to evoke a lightning effect.

We stumbled upon La Concha, a hookah bar run by cute gay guys that pay homage to Sara Montiel on its walls. After hookahs, dancing to Spanish music, and a few free drinks from the awesome waiter we decided to take ourselves home. It was Ashley’s last night in Barcelona.

Adventure!

Montjuic is a mountainside with parks and hiking where you can overlook the city, ocean, and port. The weather ended up Blue and almost cloudless. It was great for taking pictures. We hiked for about four hours on 10/21/09 Tuesday.

Pictures compliments of: Brian Hammer http://hammerphoto.wordpress.com/

10/22/09

Pictures compliments of: Brian Hammer http://hammerphoto.wordpress.com/

Here are a few pictures from the flood Ashley, Brian and I experienced last Thursday.

Same time, same place, different perspective? Check out Brian Hammer's blog: http://hammerphoto.wordpress.com/

You Dont Want Me - A Poem- 10/24/09

Am I a faded memory?

Yes.
Time signed and says,
tomorrow you will forget,
another line from my face.
Forgetting my taste,
my smell,
how I used to tell you...
Love fades and new faces enter.
Yet I remember every YOU.
How you used to make my skies blue.
Vivid how I used to tell you...
Love, I wish your arms still knew-
me.
Wanting so badly your touch.
Sometimes its too much.
Such torture to my soul,
Burns me like hot coals...

€spaña 10/19/09

Yesterday (10/18/09) we took the train to the airport to meet up with Brian’s girlfriend Kristen. Once at the airport we got a bit lost (there are two separate buildings you have to take a bus to get to.) Each building had different arrivals and departures. Even though we left with plenty of time we ended up being a little late and couldn’t find her. Brian insisted she must have gone to her hotel.

We then took a taxi to her hotel and sure enough she was there just out of the shower. The three of us went out to eat Tapas and drink wine and sangria. Brian gave me the key to the apartment and I headed back as they went to her hotel for the night. (Yes the airport thing took all day!)

It’s sometimes hard to sleep in this neighborhood. There are people awake at every hour of the day. I wake up multiple times during the night. If it’s not people talking, or children, it’s the street cleaners that come by twice a night (conveniently at 1am and 3am? Pffft!)

This morning (10/19/09) I woke up around 5am did some (much needed) sit ups and got ready to take the train once again to pick Ashley up from the airport. Her plane landed at 8:55am. I got there just in time to see her walk out of customs. We took the train and the metro back to the apartment so she could shower and freshen up.

We had breakfast together, which consisted of two eggs (sunny side up) with the most orange yolks I’ve ever seen, four pieces of toast, three slices of thick bacon, orange juice, and cappuccino for 5 Euro.

We had a great conversation with our Pakistani waiter named Babar. He told us to watch out for Moroccans because they rob and like to slit throats. He also said the Iranians do the same, and they like to get wasted. He said Pakistanis like to work hard and drive taxis lol.

People here are very eager to help with directions, common sense, and just friendly hellos. Ashley and I took a Taxi to her hotel, which turns out to be right outside of Barcelona in a city called Barbar. Apparently when she was booking her hotel she typed in our apartment address to find the closest hotel and the Internet site gave her something different. Not knowing how far away she was, she booked it. So it cost 30 Euro to get to her hotel by the mountains. It’s a beautiful room over looking the mountains of Spain.

Then we took a taxi (10 Euro) to the train (1.5 Euro/ per person) and finally the metro to meet up with Brian and Kristen at Hotel Cram. Brian had a funny look on his face. Kristen explained she would not be joining us today because she was very tired and wanted to sleep.

After we left I asked what was wrong. Reluctantly he explained that she basically broke up him. Said things weren’t “working out.” Imagine my surprise! Awwww but seriously why come all the way to Spain to meet up and then give some lame excuse? Well I’m sure she has her reasons. So, Brian was bummed out all day. Regardless we managed to get a lot done.

We visited the Sagrada Familia. It a 120 year old cathedral that is still under construction to this day! It is the most amazing structure I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t get the whole thing in a picture even if I tried (thank goodness for postcards!) Every detail is so intricate. What a complex piece of architecture.

We took the metro to the Boqueria. The Boqueria is a huge out door market. You can find everything there! From fresh fruits and veggies to meats, cheeses, a whole array of mushrooms, dried food, exotics, spices, and even multiple types of eggs (ostrich eggs, and many unidentified eggs some with speckles, some big, some tiny with a blue tint, brown eggs, and white eggs.)

Our appetite grew and we ended up at a Tapas bar called Egipte. My meal came with fresh baked bread, salad, sangria, and paella (which is a rice dish with a mix of sea food.) After our bellies were filled we walked towards the metro stopping a few times to see the living statues.

Just like in New Orleans only much more extravagant! There are Gargoyles, Angels, tree men, a huge fat lady, Edward scissor-hands, a (fake) body with a table next to it with a head in the middle of the table. The head/guy would make squeaky sounds and with a HUGE smile make this monkey sounding laughter and a pan to throw money in would shake making a loud clattering sound scaring the shit out of people as they walked by.

Eventually we parted ways with Ashley on the metro. Tomorrow we’ll meet up around 10:30am and begin another adventure…


P.S.

Hey guys, Halloween is around the corner you know what that means right?? Orange and black plastic bags are in season! Please save and donate them to me! Be ecocentric, Go green, or whatever the F#&K. Support your favorite eco artist (me! J)

Misty