Daily Reports: Passing

Tyson is back home with us. We've put him on human food instead of dog food. The fact is, with Tyson eating anything that is put in front of him, we can make some pretty cheap dog food ourselves using rice and offal (pig liver especially), and we give him the water from the pot that was used for boiling the offal for his drinking water to add iron and vitamins. His poo is much better now, and his belly is almost as big around as his ribcage. (I don't think that the cheap local dog food that we were buying was very enriched, and if we bought the more expensive dried stuff (or go really crazy and buy the canned stuff) from the big grocery chains in Cagayan de Oro, we would be spending almost as much money on feeding Tyson as we do on any other person in the house.)

I finally watched that "Neda" video. I cried after. That's the hardest thing I've ever had to watch. I both would and would not recommend you watch it. It gives the struggle for freedom, the fragility of life, and the evil that man is capable of a whole new meaning.

I also see that Michael Jackson died. As far as Andy and I are concerned, he died years ago. He was given too hard a life, too extreme of circumstances, too few friends with too poor advice, and he didn't cope. Now will come the finger pointing and obligatory hand wringing and whitewashed pop-icon hagiography, and then the world will be a better place knowing that Michael Jackson's story will never see another sad chapter.

(In rather morbid synchronicity, Farrah died today too: Another great-then/tragic-now pop icon.)

San Pedro Street, in the subdivision of Kimaya, the suburb of Jasaan, is having Fiesta this weekend. Most of the people living on that street are descended from Leyte and this weekend is Leyte's official Fiesta. We stopped by tonight and there was a stage set up, and 100 people enjoying some karoake.