last night i made breakfast for dinner. not an uncommon thing in my life here or before here. hashbrowns and an omelette. i’ve been thinking all day what went wrong and the only thing i can guess is my beloved cheese…it was a little old and a little dry…maybe i should have just thrown it […]
the drumming event last night was interesting. hosted in an english style church, pews pushed to the sides to reveal hardwood floors where bare feet stamped and slid to the rythms. and i sat on the side with my friends. all of us listening intently. our heads bobbing. sometimes our feet tapping. but always seated. […]
we all have them…coutries included. who we let in with a smile and a nod, who we frisk and leave waiting on the other side until we have no choice but to begrudgingly let them pass. i’m preparing for a trip to australia this break. the time is slowly ticking away and i realized i […]
my boyfriend and i went to the movies yesterday. not just any movie, but part of the human rights film festival. our screening for the evening was lost children…about ugandan children abducted and forced to fight in a war that is more mass murder than even war is usually. the movie spins in the direction […]
it is 12:15 and though tired – cuz lately i am always tired – i am not in bed. and i’m not doing anything productive. i’m not working on any of the 5 assigments due in the next 3 weeks. i’m not planning my upcoming trip to australia (with plane tickets to be purchased and […]
Sometimes I marvel at the ability of people to be cruel. Not just the taunting of children on a schoolyard or the snubbing of a colleague at work, but truly cruel… preying on the grief of others cruel… attacking the defenceless cruel. Apparently there is some Kansas based church group exercising their freedom of […]
the trouble with brown, and i’m not complaining so much as observing, is that it stands out. let me clarify. the trouble with brown skin and twisty hair in a new zealand rotarian context, is that it stands out. even without me speaking people can spot me from a distance. the american accent is just […]
the first beats drop. imagine the bass, almost heavy enough to feel through my seat. the light comes up on a teenage boy – slightly less than preppy but a long cry from thugged out. the next beats flow out with a voice…’nigga what, nigga who”. and i cringe. onto the floor – stage lights blazing […]
it isn’t that i believe that breaking the law is ok. i don’t. they are there for a reason. in terms of immigration my assumption it has something to do with safety. of course i have a raging leftie friend who swears that the social construction of borders is simply to create an “us” vs […]
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