Reno, Nevehda

It's Nevaahda. Not Nevawda. The locals get grumpy when you say Nevawda. So think of a baby crying: "Weeeaaahhhh". Get rid of the 'W', throw in the 'eeaahhhhh' and that's how you say Nevada. Annoying, but acceptable. The new spelling of Nevada, however, is Nevehda.

We stormed into Reno this past week, with only Team Leader getting more than 3 hours of sleep. I got back to Sac in a haze of wedding disorder and shell-shock at 2 AM. But I wasn't packed. Pack, sleep, wake up by 7 AM, drive baby drive. That first day was a blur and a half. Only the next day did I wake up to fully realize that I was living in an arts, careers, and technology charter school a stone's throw from downtown Reno.

Have you ever lived in a school? No? It's like a bad dream where you wake up and are forced to live in your old Earth Science classroom. You can do wahtever you like to the room. Shove the tables in the corner, stack the chairs on them. You want to take down the posters? Sure. But by no means does it become a bedroom. Now it's just an Earth Science classroom that you sleep in, on uncomfortable cots about shoulder length wide with two metal bars running lengthwise that are great for bonking your head on at 3:30 AM following a rollover. There's one computer desk in the corner that, while anyone sits at, immediately promotes them to teacher-of-the-room status. It's required of the computer user to sneak sidelong glances at the rest of the room, as high school teachers were prone to do. It's like some spell is cast as soon as you sit at the teacher's computer, a spell necessitating that the user knows what is happening beyond the realm of the computer screen. OK, that's enough. We live in a school. Our kitchen is the Science Lab. It's weird.

Reno itself isn't all that bad. To repudiate my prior claims and set the record straight, Reno is not, in fact, a dessert, but a city perched 5,000 feet above sea level (for some perspective, Denver, the mile high city, is 5,280 feet above sea level). The city has a great view from every angle: It's surrounded by the Sierra Nevehda Mountain Range, some of whom have snow on their tops. So as you desiccate yourself working outside in 90 degree heat, the mountains leer down at you, just daring you to swipe some of there snow off their summit's and plop it on your neck. Every bar has some form of video poker in it. Dangerous. Reno's a really simple city, easy to get around, little traffic, everything available in 15 minutes or so. Gambling is synonymous with Reno, but it can be avoided, leaving a fun little city to enjoy. I don't particularly mind it at all.

Been here one week, job's good. We're moving desks, tables, chairs, electronics and anything else school's use to educate around a warehouse, getting it prepared to be replaced, reused, or trashed. We will be changing jobs weekly or biweekly, and are left mostly in the dark as to what we will be doing. But who cares. 4 weeks left. Fuck it.

Quick funny story. I watched the USA-Slovenia World cup game from a downtown casino at 7 AM on Friday morning. Apparently, Reno casino's are not soccer hotspots, as I was alone at a table in the bar area. Of the 12 tables available, I was the only one seated. A couple degenerate gamblers sat at the bar, not interested in the game. I got some breakfast, sat down, and watched the game. USA scored two goals in teh second half. At the first one, I individually stood up, clapped my hands and yelled at the TV screen, drawing a few puzzled looks and stirring from teh bar members. When USA tied it up with the second goal, I jumped into the air and started high-fiving the bar dwellers, and to my surprise, they matched my excitement with whoops and high fives of their own. I don't know if they knew what was going on or even that soccer was a sport, but they seemed happy to have some new blood in their casino (except one really old curmudgeon who threatened to kick my ass if I ever shook his hand again.) On the third goal that was disallowed (awful call) I yelled so loudly that the kitchen staff came out to see what the commotion was, and I had to tuck my tail between my legs and explain to them that I had celebrated prematurely. Luckily, most of them were Latino and understood the game of soccer. They stuck around to watch the rest of the match. I even got the casino manager interested in the match. Just spreadin' the appeal of soccer throughout the globe.