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Travelin' Shoes: 525,600 what?
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Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen." - John le Carre. Sunday, November 2, 2008. 8221; And the future said nothing. So that’s it then. I’m not done, I guess. The road winds ever onward and I find myself compelled to keep following it. Now, if only I had any idea what it is I actually wanted to do next. The suggestion box is...Sowhat is 525,600 about?
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Travelin' Shoes: October 2008
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Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen." - John le Carre. Saturday, October 11, 2008. Contact jugglers, the introverts of the group, shared their secrets with me, and soon enough I was balancing a ball on my elbow and passing it from my palm to the back of my hand. Even after three days, many were reluctant to leave. But soon, the place had cleared o...
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Travelin' Shoes: January 2009
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Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen." - John le Carre. Friday, January 9, 2009. I guess I won another one. Thanks, Monster Librarian. For awarding me the Prémio Dardos Award. Here's what it means:. The rules are easy:. 1) Accept the award by posting it on your blog along with the name of the person that has granted the award and a link to his/her blog.
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Travelin' Shoes: juggle fest
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Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen." - John le Carre. Saturday, October 11, 2008. Contact jugglers, the introverts of the group, shared their secrets with me, and soon enough I was balancing a ball on my elbow and passing it from my palm to the back of my hand. Even after three days, many were reluctant to leave. But soon, the place had cleared o...
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Fifteen Feet: June 2015
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The Level of Decompression. The Ethics of Working for SeaWorld (repost). Reposted from June 28, 2007*. My understanding about the orcas/killer whales held at SeaWorld has changed substantially since I wrote this post. I will be writing a follow-up in the near future to address some of what I say below. Click here. For the original with comments. A long while ago I decided to apply for a trainer position with SeaWorld, and lo! Oh, the curse of principles. 1 Wild Capture - Captive breeding cannot sustain t...
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Fifteen Feet: January 2012
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The Level of Decompression. Eating Out: The Prague Edition. A page from my journal:. Last night's pizza dinner reinforced what seems to be the trend in restaurants here. Here's how it goes. 1 You sit down. Do you speak English? You say. ". Says the waiter. This might be short for ". Which means "yes" in Czech.or it might be the only English word he knows. 3 Waiter immediately wants your order; what do you want? Means "cheese" and not "headcheese.". 6 Optional intermission: adventures in bathroomland.
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Fifteen Feet: Sea World
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The Level of Decompression. Or "The Ethics of Working for SeaWorld". A long while ago I decided to apply for a trainer position with SeaWorld, and lo! Oh, the curse of principles. The more I looked into what SeaWorld embraced, the more I realized that I would not be happy working for them, and I've never fancied humoring interviewers for a job I didn't actually want. Perhaps I passed on a fantastic opportunity, but here is the line of thinking that led me there. And the overly perky trainers hamming it u...
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Fifteen Feet: Oxford Graffiti #1
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The Level of Decompression. Bathroom scrawls are a bit.different.in Oxford. They never fail to amuse me. Here are some that I've come across lately:. 1 "Why are Oxford boys such twats? 2 "What did the Mexican duck say? Guac, guac.". 3 "DH Lawrence: What a cock. Discuss.". 4 "Why is there graffiti here? It's against the law.". 5 "Prove that I'm a lawyer". You are a lawyer. Disprove it.". That isn't how the burden of proof works. Hope your finals aren't coming up.". Do something social tonight.". Local Har...
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Fifteen Feet: Because Students Should Stay in Libraries Where They Belong
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The Level of Decompression. Because Students Should Stay in Libraries Where They Belong. A Yankee in Oxford. Gets nothing but scoff. She sits on a wall. They tell her, "Get off.". She calls to the birds. They think her a fool. While she thinks the English. I swear I just got scolded by Professor McGonagall. Ten seconds on the wall, and she swooped down from nowhere like the Guardian Spirit of Conformity. So I had to write a poem to vent. I don't. Think you're all dull, my English friends. Local Harvest (...
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Reflections as a Foreigner: February 2008
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Reflections as a Foreigner. A Park Bench Lesson. View my complete profile. Thursday, February 28, 2008. A Park Bench Lesson. So there we were last Saturday afternoon, sitting on a bench in the park drinking coffee, enjoying the February sun, comfortably engaged in one of humanity's favorite pastimes: complaining. It's easy to fall prey to. It's sort of like the annoying little thing that gets in the way of all the nothing you can afford to do," Megan nodded. We both looked out into the park at all the pe...
