Why can't the U.S.A. have problems like this?

Seriously.  Just the idea of monkeys roaming wild.  Read on, and you'll discover they're training bigger monkeys to beat up the smaller monkeys.  Seriously.  Best urban problem ever.

Monkey attack kills Delhi leader

Delhi has long struggled to cope with the marauding monkeys

The deputy mayor of the Indian capital Delhi has died a day after being attacked by a horde of wild monkeys.

SS Bajwa suffered serious head injuries when he fell from the first-floor terrace of his home on Saturday morning trying to fight off the monkeys.

The city has long struggled to counter its plague of monkeys, which invade government complexes and temples, snatch food and scare passers-by.

The High Court ordered the city to find an answer to the problem last year.

Solution elusive

One approach has been to train bands of larger, more ferocious langur monkeys to go after the smaller groups of Rhesus macaques.

The city has also employed monkey catchers to round them up so they can be moved to forests.

But the problem has persisted.

Culling is seen as unacceptable to devout Hindus, who revere the monkeys as a manifestation of the monkey god Hanuman, and often feed them bananas and peanuts.

Urban development around the city has also been blamed for destroying the monkeys' natural habitat.

Mr Bajwa, a member of the opposition Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP), is survived by his wife and a son, according to the Press Trust of India news agency.

Beer steins and big as your leg, catfish sandwiches, and desserts too pretty to eat.

This past weekend Jacquelyn and I went out with some friends to celebrate the successful defense of her thesis.  She is now a Master of Science.  No rest for the wicked though - she's already started on her Ph.D.

We had dinner and drinks at Natt Spiel, then moved on to CocoLiquot for drinks and dessert and then finished off the evening at Essen Haus for deep-fried snacks and communal beer from giant, giant glasses.

I spent today procrastinating.  I was supposed to write a paper for psychology, an essay on How I Learned To Be Me.  I spent most of the morning making icons and finally, after lunch, wrote the paper.  I was supposed to use the text, which is mainly neuro-cognitive and behaviorist is scope, to analyze my personality.

Sorry, I spent way too much time dissecting my psyche, conscious and unconscious, in the Freudian/Jungian/Gurdjieffian/Wilberian/Crowleyan systems to pretend that my personality was formed solely by operant conditioning and genetic and chemical disposition.  Instead, I did some dream analysis, which we touched on briefly, and general reactions to stimuli and perceptions.

I think I'm getting sick.  I'm having hot and cold flashes and my legs are sore and weak.  I'm drinking water and tea like it's going out of style and hoping I feel better before morning.  I have to work and have class, in which I must hand in said paper.  I still have to do some surface research for my drama class project, an exploration of the use of masks in theatre.

Until we meet again...