Hola Muchachos

Todos Santos, near where the Tropic of Cancer crosses the Baja Peninsula en Mexico, seems to be the latitude where electronics go to die. So far today I've seen a battery charger go on the fritz (superheating batteries... thankfully there were no explosions,) a gas detector alarm start going off randomly, a digital camera (thankfully not mine) completely freak out for a couple of hours (scuttling my mothers attempt to photograph a doll she created and is hoping to get published in an American doll-making zine,) and a computer suddenly fail to boot (thankfully not the one I'm using to blog right now.) Perhaps something about climate, dust, humidity. I don't know. Of course, I'm also caught in the vortex of chaos that tints the atmosphere surrounding mis padres. Maybe that's what's up. Whatever the cause, the universe is giving me lots of lessons in the last day. I'm currently operating at a gamma-level Buddhist detachment wavelength. For example, I could watch an elephant suddenly fall through the roof of this cafe, and I wouldn't bat an eyelash.