Febrero 2012
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You, my soul, have much to learn about goals.
Rilke warned you about the wind that
Accompanies you on the winding road
That carries scents of a sweet future
That carries you onward towards that green hill.
But he failed to mention the anguish;
The doubt that holds your hand along the way
The curves that confuse your direction
The fear of failure that begs for failure
The voice calling you to...
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Canada indigenous group sues over pollution →
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“If I could live my life anew
in the next I would try to commit more mistakes
I...”
– Jorge Luis Borges
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“You must understand the whole of life. Not just one little part of it.
That is...”
– Krishnamurti
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Things I did today
Helped cook in a restaurant
Helped run a hostel
Earned my Lunch instead of paying for it
Met my coworkers and started getting acquainted with my primary project
Got an email back about being accepted to volunteer with a secondary project
Found an apartment for 100 dollars a month
Found a place to eat dinner for $1.40
Loved life.
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I dont know which internal organ that was or from what animal… but it was good. (except for the one grey piece that looked a little sketchy so I threw it out.)
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Rooftop sunshine, windblown street scents a 60 cent pomegranate and a wet rug underfoot Warnings from strangers in a language that’s rusty Wandering through a new city, calling it home. Stuck on the roof until lunch is served, A bag full of books and a head full of ideas. I speak to myself in spanish to practice, A monologue of my intentions here. It ends: mi español es malo, este yo...
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I rode into this city on a Tans Copacabana MEM Tres Files bus (pronounced boos) The ride was 14 hours long and I brought the only white face aboard Next to me, a man with a serious commitment to sleep and no understanding of personal space. On my other side the country of Bolivia passed by, remaining mysterious, wearing the shade of the night. Between bouts of successful slumber I...
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Day One
My alarm went off at 10 AM local time. I peered off of the top bunk to find that I was the only guest in the room, accompanied by the cleaning lady. You’d think I had slept in but I hadn’t gotten in from the airport until 6AM. Along with the scraps of slumber pieced together during flights and torturous layovers, I’m not too bad off for energy. Still, waking up disoriented and alone, fully dressed...
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“A lot of people thought I was dead but, hey, you don’t write any postcards...”
– Lazlo, Where the Buffalo Roam
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officially
on my way to bolivia. gonna be an intense couple of days.. has been an intense three weeks. life life life. I’ll start using this account semi-regularly again soon with the intent of keeping it largely about my experiences in Sucre. stay tuned.