"Vivo en la capital".

My hands are little frozen blocks of ice with little frozen fingers. I apologize ahead of time for any typos -- it's not worth the effort to delete at this point. I'm in Jamie's room while he's at class, and I feel like a dog that has been locked in the car with the windows cracked open: left to freeze with its little pink tongue frozen to the window. I will stop complaining about the cold now.

Earlier this morning Jamie and I went to "convocation" to hear a Carleton alum speak. He created and stars in three television shows -- two aiming at kids, and all of which are animal shows. He showed clips of his first low-budget attempts at a documentary as a college student and some of his newer material. It was good times. But, it made me realize how lame I am. Here was a guy that loved his job, got to travel around the world, doing so much good by educating kids while protecting precious animals in the process, and who managed to raise $1.2 million towards creating a safe habitat for the grizzly bear. And he's not THAT much older than I.

Couple this with the fact that I have classmates searching for a cure for AIDS, opening restaurants, and who are touring colleges to speak...and it all comes down to: I'm lame.

And cold.

I said I wouldn't go there, but I did anyway. I'm so bad.

Today, my cousin is getting married. I just realized that I could have possibly made it to Peru in time for the wedding. I'm a bad bad cousin.