lindo sentimiento

i'm sitting here writing a research proposal about midwives in guatemala, and i just realized there is no where else i'd rather be. is this educational fulfillment? i'd rather not mess with the irb application, and when i think about it, i'd rather be in guatemala with the midwives, but right now, this is perfect.

irukandji

Nature holds the key to our aesthetic, intellectual, cognitive and even spiritual satisfaction.

E.O. Wilson

notre terre bleue

je veux retourner là
bora bora e' bora bora nui e'

and the winning buprestid is . . .

birds of prey

black or monk vulture


harpy eagle chick


harpy eagle


barn owl


barn owls

i'd like to see a black or monk vulture in mongolia. i have seen a harpy eagle in brazil. oh, the majesty! and i saw some kind of owl in provo. amy and i were driving near the lake, when amy spotted an owl on a fence post. we pulled over to take a look but it flew away when we cracked the door open. it was dreamy--amy can vouch.


and who couldn't love a harpy chick?


work is a little slow today.
on a final note: props to amy for putting "with arms outstretched" by rilo kiley in my repertoire and permanently in my head.

subtlety

Hemingway is the only author I have ever considered holding as my favorite author, and thus he is my favorite author. Reading, as a pastime, has always been a sort of lost ark for me, as I don't get to do it recreationally as often as I'd like. Sometimes I miss the Staircase for that reason, as I had a good bit of time and a well stocked classics section in the Escalante Public Library at my fingertips. And it was on the Staircase that I read the bulk of my Hemingway. In a word, the reason why I love Hemingway is his subtlety, or how he says nothing and then I see how he said it all. Oh the simplicity! Ha, I'm getting a little giddy. I would reccommend The Sun Also Rises, The Snows of Kilamajaro, The Old Man and the Sea, and For Whom the Bell Tolls. Pero qué sé yo? I should probably read a bit more. By the way, the photo is a young Ernest Hemingway during his service in World War I.

todo fue mio.