well here I am again, I have made it through another week. Still not married even though there are a couple girls who are insisting that Bangladeshi women are good people. that i cannot argue with, but, getting married to them is a whole different ball game. there are a few guys in the group that will definately take home a wife, but you can count me out. oh well, things could be worse. Like another bombing, oh wait that happened earlier this week. Down in Chittagong a group called the Jamataal Mujahadeen Jihad group (sounds like something in Iraq, hmmm think there are any conections, oops did i say that) bombed three court proceedings in an attempt to kill the judges. The reason is the crazy part, they want to enforce strict muslim law, you know the cutting off of the heads and hands. Now you see why i am not willing to mess around with the women here, i will let you guess what happens to the perpetrator of that crime. Anyways they were unsuccessful in killing the judges but they happened to kill a couple of bystandards. A crowd actually caught one of the guys who threw the bomb and then proceeded to beat him to death. That is pretty common around here, mob justice that is. Everyday someone is lynched or beaten to death by a mob, usuallly it is for a pretty good reason. once again you can see why it is a good idea not to mess with the women. So it really doesnt bother me as long as i am not the victim. you really see some crazy stuff around here, although now people are mellowing out a little. Ramadan started yesterday so now everyone just sits around and complains about how hungry they are. anyways hopefully the world doesnt fall apart at the seams. it is interesting, when living in a place like this it really doesnt feel like the world is as desperate as it seems whileliving in the states. if that makes any sense whatsoever. it think it has alot to do with the media bombardment in the states, anyways maybe i am dilusional, but i think there is a grain of truth to that. my point being, i am living in one of the worst/most unsafe countries in the world, yet when i was living in the states i felt much more of an immediate danger. time will tell.
it is now shit here (shit actually means winter). i just had to throw that one out there. there are a host of other really crude words that do not translate really well. or at least when i hear them in a sentence i wonder what they are getting at. the language thing is really picking up, or at least i can understand what the heck they are saying to me when i am trying to bargain for a twenty five cent pineapple. sometimes i feel bad when i bargain here because it is already so freaking cheap. but when i dont bargain the store owners are disappointed because they did not get to hassle the bideshi(foriegner).
along the lines of our futbol game, we lost 2-1. oh well, it was really fun and it was a huge hit all over town. before the game me and a friend rented a rickshaw (three wheeled bicycle) and a huge speaker system and rode it around town announcing the game. it was by far and away the funniest thing i have ever done in my entire life. the people lined both sides of the street and cheered for me while i was speaking bangla, it was hilarious. we caused several wrecks and work stopped while i was miking (that is what they call it here). usually it is only the communist party that does it, so i think they enjoyed the change of pace. anyways needless to say if i was a rockstar before now i am a demigod, that is probably the funniest part. so anyways we had maybe a thousand people turn out for the game, along with the RAB (rapid action batallion) these are the guys that carry around shotguns and put down political unrest. they were there to support us, you know the PEACE corps.

pictures are really hard to post, sorry, thats third world internet for you, i really didnt even think that there would be internet here. maybe i will find a place that i can do so, but i wouldnt hold your breath.

ben good luck with your deal, "so your tellin me theres a chance"
charlie there are two heavy metal rockers in my group, they are trying to form a metal night for the local youth. slayer, MESSUGGAH! you know you might actually have a niche in this organization :) there is actually a metal scene in dhaka, it is pretty funny. i saw a group of teenagers walking down the street trying to look tough, they were far from it. there were four of them , one was wearing a slayer tshirt, one with a metallica shirt, one with a mega death shirt, and get this the one in the middle was wearing a bon jovi tshirt. it was the funniest thing i think i have seen here yet. our media reaches the third world in the strangest of ways.
shada shoitan signing off.
see you heavy long time in the tommorrow, as long as i dont kill one of these men in the iternet cafe for touching my thigh.