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nyiragongo: the manifestation of the bleeding volcano | truths about elephants
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Nyiragongo: the manifestation of the bleeding volcano. February 13, 2012. Oh, like a political demonstration? I asked. Embassies had warned of the potential for political unrest leading up to this month’s presidential elections. No, not a. My raingear, it was clear that was not quite what he had in mind. But what about rain pants? I shook my head. He giggled nervously and turned back to his seat. A few moments later an umbrella appeared from out of his briefcase. Maybe you could use this? Hello small cat,.
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Relief to leave Congo | Anicka & John
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Skip to search - Accesskey = s. Relief to leave Congo. By clarkefast on September 16, 2012. We’ve been away from Congo for seven full months and I am still regularly feeling a sense of relief to not be there anymore. At the beginning I had not articulated that this was what I was feeling relief but it came into focus more clearly during and after the re-entry retreat and after my talk with the psychologist there. Receiving letters in the mail offering us child tax benefits we don’t have to lift a finger ...
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...ubuntu...: Pop Up Insomnia.
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Sometimes, when I can't sleep, it's because my mind is racing, anxious, agonising over some specific happening(s). Other times, like last night, it's more calm, less distressed, just. well, as if my thoughts were those annoying little pop ups that crowd my desktop when I choose to visit heavily advertised websites. Pop* *pop* *pop* *pop* *pop*. It feels a bit like this. Just eat it.]. Contemplates shoes, realising most are for warmer weather than this* I wish summer were here already.]. Dr H sent us the ...
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...ubuntu...: August 2010
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Why I Love My Job :). I always start the first class with my older elementary schoolers - rising second through fifth graders - by explaining two things: my expectations and my goals. Here's the gist of what I tell them. And, if you don't like reading that much or think you're not very good at it, you're going to be good at reading and like it more by the time we finish this class.". He's actually enjoying reading! This is a boy who'd struggled with reading in the past, whose teachers had repeatedly labe...
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...ubuntu...: Jeddah
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Yesterday, I learned about flooding in Jeddah, the hometown of many of our students. Usually, I (semi-)keep up with international news via BBC and NPR. This time, though, the news came with pictures on a student's cell phone, photos sent from family members back home in Jeddah. Photos like these. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The value of a dollar. Today Im thankful for. View my complete profile. These do I recommend. Emily's Extending the Table Experiment. Kaitlyn and Luke in Rumbek.
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...ubuntu...: Scattered Thoughts.
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It's snowing outside. And by "snowing," I mean that all surfaces appear to be white. It wasn't snowing this morning when I decided to bike to work and school. It is snowing now. And it does appear that the snowing will continue through my class and commute (walking my bike) home. I'm trying to convince myself to appreciate the beauty which is softly falling snow. A few hours from now, I'll have completed the last class of my first semester as a graduate student. About that, I feel . meh? Also starting in...
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...ubuntu...: Colours.
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We are in the season of dull colours, of darkness and drear, of late-rising and early-setting suns, of overcast days. The time of blankets and lamps, early morning coffee, and fresh-baked bread. There are days when you use the oven simply to add some heat, days when your hands ache from the cold of pocketless farmers' market mornings. I love this. I miss color so much :-(. As soon as it hits 60, lets go on a nature walk, yes? 25 January, 2011 17:39. Yes With cameras. And maybe a picnic. There and Back Ag...
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...ubuntu...: April 2010
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Fifteen year old wisdom. I want a job because i want money but i don't want to have to work.". Don't we all, dear, don't we all. Links to this post. What we talk about. A few days ago, I sat at the dining room table in my friends' house. There were four of us, sitting around the table, college friends drinking tea and catching up on each other's lives. A scene playing out, not for the first time. Only this time, the dialogue took a slightly different turn. A lot changes as we grow up. Links to this post.
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...ubuntu...: September 2010
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Just overheard on our street:. So our roommate left a note that there's a squirrel in the bathroom.". Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Just overheard on our street:. View my complete profile. These do I recommend. Emily's Extending the Table Experiment. Kaitlyn and Luke in Rumbek. Kiss the joy as it flies. Learning Cambodia and (Re)Learning the United States. My Journey in Bolivia. Not all who wander are lost. Paul and Rebecca Mosley in Burundi. Sachs family in Cambodia.
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...ubuntu...: Winter.
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Winter is not my favourite season. By far. When I was younger, I loved autumn, especially as it transitioned to winter. I didn't mind the chill and I loved playing in the snow. It sent a certain thrill through me to smell the crispness of the air which came right before snow. Sigh Those days are no more. But never in the Graduate School of Education. GSE knows not the nature of warmth, I do believe. But, oh well, it is winter, and I suppose I must resign myself to the nature of being cold.
