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piles of gravel...: June 2008
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The literary impulse, or the real-ization of the book}. Wednesday, June 4, 2008. Concerning the morning sky. New teachers are coming, old teachers are going. I am going. I am going. I am going. There is a sweetness hanging over our conversations: We made it! And there is anxiety: How do we leave just as life begins to settle? And what will come next? How did another year just happen? Surely it should've been longer; I should've given up at some point. It's like waiting for the sunrise; you don't necessar...
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bailando por fin: August 2008
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Thursday, August 21, 2008. Oh how he loves us. Oh how he loves us". He is jealous for me,. Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,. Bending beneath his wind and mercy. When all of a sudden,. I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,. And I realise just how beautiful You are,. And how great Your affections are for me. And oh, how He loves us all,. Oh how He loves us,. How He loves us all. Yeah, He loves us,. Oh how He loves us,. Oh how He loves us,. Oh how He loves. Yeah, He loves us,. He loves us,.
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piles of gravel...: January 2008
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The literary impulse, or the real-ization of the book}. Sunday, January 27, 2008. It was a silly affair, due to our lack of sleep and tiptoeing around houses. We ruined some perfectly good songs that morning, but I think that's part of the fun. Spanish love songs are ridiculous by means of exaggeration, and it's hard not to laugh when you're singing about roses at dawn. We would serenade outside of the gate, and then run to the cab, giggling and dodging puddles. Sunday, January 13, 2008. No more 27 vs...
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piles of gravel...: April 2008
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The literary impulse, or the real-ization of the book}. Sunday, April 6, 2008. La Moskitia, Fin. Falo), and we ate it practically three meals a day. We also chopped open coconuts to drink every day. In their native tongue. The women wore head coverings. The service felt increasingly hot and uncomfortable, and the wooden pews squeaked as people began to fidget. On Monday, we left on lanchas again to the family's farm, Bella Vista. Close, they replied. The ride home was different, in fact. I got quite ...
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piles of gravel...: November 2007
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The literary impulse, or the real-ization of the book}. Wednesday, November 7, 2007. Settling In, Part 2. Life, no matter how strange, becomes normal. The colors that at first were vivid cease to attract the eyes, and new routes between school and home don't grab the imagination. I've seen quite a bit, so how different could a new path be? Siguatepeque feels so normal now. It isn't too odd to be the extranjero, to use new words for fruits at the market, to be a teacher. It's not bad, it's just different.
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piles of gravel...: September 2008
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The literary impulse, or the real-ization of the book}. Tuesday, September 16, 2008. Here's the coptic stitch:. The logo says "inscribe". it'll do for now. Monday, September 8, 2008. New Crop of Books. Let's see. first off, here are some books that have been re-bound. I've taken old books with catchy covers, cut out the old block of pages, and sewn in new, blank ones. Vintage books have . Sweet impressions, like this one: . And one screen will make as many prints as you want. . Frightful, sheer, no-ma...
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piles of gravel...: concerning the morning sky
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The literary impulse, or the real-ization of the book}. Wednesday, June 4, 2008. Concerning the morning sky. New teachers are coming, old teachers are going. I am going. I am going. I am going. There is a sweetness hanging over our conversations: We made it! And there is anxiety: How do we leave just as life begins to settle? And what will come next? How did another year just happen? Surely it should've been longer; I should've given up at some point. It's like waiting for the sunrise; you don't necessar...
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piles of gravel...: New Crop of Books
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The literary impulse, or the real-ization of the book}. Monday, September 8, 2008. New Crop of Books. Let's see. first off, here are some books that have been re-bound. I've taken old books with catchy covers, cut out the old block of pages, and sewn in new, blank ones. Vintage books have . Sweet impressions, like this one: . The maroon book is an old geography handbook. I added the new block of pages, then put maps into the inner-covers for a bit of color. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). During a ...
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piles of gravel...: August 2008
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The literary impulse, or the real-ization of the book}. Wednesday, August 20, 2008. Recent Books and Prints. A journal with a logo from my school. Screen print on a t-shirt, taken from a photo from Chattanooga. Journal made from cardboard. I didn't have a lot of supplies! Black and white always go well, and I wanted the splatters to look like they were seeping out, or that they were supposed to be contained. . Also from the same book- vellum does wonders for photos by reducing them to shapes and colors.
