My first Man Garden

One benefit from being an agricultural extension agent is that I get an endless supply of agriculture. That might not amuse you at home, and quite frankly, it doesnt really amuse me either. Theres no real benefit right now. But I will admit, I planted my first man garden yesturday. Not only will my garden be the talk of the town, its going to save us Americans from starving to death. In one garden I am growing corn. How cold I resist with my heavy ties back in IOWA. On a seperate side of the garden Im growing tomatoes, onions, garlic, cilantro, and hot peppers. For those of you who still dont see my strategy here, Ill help you out. In one plot Im growing corn. I plan on pounding the shit out of it and making some damn Tostitos. My other plot is my "salsa" plot. I plan of living it up South of the Border style. Show these Senegalese people how we party back home. Who knows, what I dont eat Ill sell to the other Taubobs at the center. (Taubobs=white folk) So I hope youre exited as I am about my Mexi-MAN garden.

You get what you pay for

I got my first African haircut today. Lets just say that it was an experience. I dont know if you know this or not but "black people" hair is just much more different than "white people" hair. With that in mind, you can easily conclude that my barber didnt really know what to do with my hair today. He did try his best though. But you really do get what you pay for. When I told my Senegalese family that I pay about 10,000 CFA for a haircut in the States they almost died. I only paid 300 CFA. That rounds out to be about 63 cents. The benefit from this experience is that its much more cooler on my head now that I dont have any hair.