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Because We Were Poor, We Made Up a Taleand so my journey continues! I apologize profusely for the lack of writing recently. I’ve actually…View Post

Because We Were Poor, We Made Up a Tale

and so my journey continues! I apologize profusely for the lack of writing recently. I’ve actually…

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The Sweet Small Clumsy Feet of AprilJeeves: I say, sir, are you writing another one of those infernal bloggery posts?
Me: I am, Jeeves.…View Post

The Sweet Small Clumsy Feet of April

Jeeves: I say, sir, are you writing another one of those infernal bloggery posts?

Me: I am, Jeeves.…

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And All Disheveled Wandering StarsThe stars! Oh my god, the stars! You would not believe them. This weekend, as I mentioned last…View Post

And All Disheveled Wandering Stars

The stars! Oh my god, the stars! You would not believe them. This weekend, as I mentioned last…

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They Are Their Own Imperfect DreamsThe room in which I have class has no windows. That is, of course, unfortunate. Especially on weeks…View Post

They Are Their Own Imperfect Dreams

The room in which I have class has no windows. That is, of course, unfortunate. Especially on weeks…

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Whenever I find Myself Growing Grim About the ChopsLet me tell you: I hate walking in South Africa. It’s not that I hate walking itself, in fact I…View Post

Whenever I find Myself Growing Grim About the Chops

Let me tell you: I hate walking in South Africa. It’s not that I hate walking itself, in fact I…

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As If They Were Locked Rooms

The birds sound different here. This thought strikes my mind with unnecessary banality as I sit here in my parents apartment on the day of my sister’s wedding. It’s a strange thing, what one notices when one changes continents. There’s no fence outside my…

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Sleepless in AtlantaSo here I am, sitting in the Atlanta airport. I have taken a picture of myself just so you will…View Post

Sleepless in Atlanta

So here I am, sitting in the Atlanta airport. I have taken a picture of myself just so you will…

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Saw That a Betrayal is just Another Word for Loss, for HungerIt could have been worse. That’s what I and my two friends, one from the U.S. and one from Holland,…View Post

Saw That a Betrayal is just Another Word for Loss, for Hunger

It could have been worse. That’s what I and my two friends, one from the U.S. and one from Holland,…

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And Do You Know Who that Fat Lady is, Buddy?These are some of the last lines in Salinger’s greatest “novel” (really a collection of two short…View Post

And Do You Know Who that Fat Lady is, Buddy?

These are some of the last lines in Salinger’s greatest “novel” (really a collection of two short…

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You are not Safe in Science; You are not Safe in HistorySo today, my friends, is a post about poetry first and then, hopefully, about South Africa! You…View Post

You are not Safe in Science; You are not Safe in History

So today, my friends, is a post about poetry first and then, hopefully, about South Africa! You…

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