drunk men.

officially not cool.

it´s never over.

this may be slightly fanatical of me, but i still can´t get over lover, you should have come over by jeff buckley. i listen to it nightly. this fanaticism came from a source, and i´m with caitie and amy on this. it is never over. if you have never heard it, please try.

silly blog

i have been trying to blog on my trlog for the last little while, to no avail.

stephanie and i are sitting here writing.

dear me, i have so much to say, and i don't know where to begin. let me first say that i danced the merengue with my little brother, amilcar, this afternoon. i danced cumbia with my little doll, aracely. and giovanni danced gangster reggaeton, and i took a picture of him.

my fellow researchers and i watched the sunrise over san pablo and lake atitlan at the mirador in my family's cornfield. i saw a blue and gold millepede.

i wake up to james blunt, coldplay, and reggaeton in the morning. si alguna vez, sentiste algo lindo por mí, perdoname, perdoname.

i went to a town meeting this morning, and a women's cooperative yesterday. the women are beautiful and friendly and fierce about their families.

i mixed a bucket of hot water with a bucket of cold water to shower this morning. i am clean and happy. thank goodness for 2 in 1 head and shoulders.

my family is full of life like my home family. family family family. like feist says, it's cool it's cool to love your family.

i feel so much more secure about my project today. i feel happy, almost to a weird degree. i will be able to visit mothers to be this month, and nicolasa says that babies will be born at the end of this month, and the beginning of the next. sally, do you read my blog? i want to tell you all about this . . .

green winged guacamaya

i must mention this.

friday midday i found myself with a bit of free time and a hunger pang. i called heather, and we decided to try a new-ish spot in provo. when i got home, caitie was also there so we packed up and went to four seasons hotpot and dumplings, on 236 N. University. the waitress was incredibly helpful, and we ended up deciding on a chinese salad and a batch of boiled dumplings to share. the waitress recommended the salad and i was a bit skeptical--i thought there was a possibility that it would have crushed ramen noodles sprinkled on top, and caitie was thought that it might have canned mandarin oranges, but no, it was the real deal, with glass noodles, cilantro, and i can't remember what else. this was authentic, according to my limited knowledge of authenticity. the dumplings were filled with pork and cabbage per the recommendation of the waitress, and they were deliciosos. they were just like the ones my family had in taiwan. and after all was said and done, we only spent about 6 dollars each. so good! i write this because i want to recommend it to anyone who likes real ethnic food, and wants to support local small business. it's definitely my new favorite, and i can't wait to try a hotpot there sometime. come with me. 謝謝.

destinacion?

i might live near this.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid Disorder:	Low
Schizoid Disorder:	Low
Schizotypal Disorder:	Moderate
Antisocial Disorder:	Low
Borderline Disorder:	Low
Histrionic Disorder:	Low
Narcissistic Disorder:	Low
Avoidant Disorder:	Low
Dependent Disorder:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:	Low
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Moderately schizotypal. Does this mean I may be prone to believing silly internet personality disorder tests?

ricky

was the cutest face i met in escalante this time around.

today

in the news

leaves and lemon bars, title brought to you by sister one

from the other side of 7th north i saw the two. they were loitering on the corner, watching me as i crossed the street with a handful of a plateful of lemon bars, going home from the mini-mission reunion.

"hello, fair lady of the night, happy fall" said the shorter one without a beard.

"well, hello" i said.

"take this leaf, and have a happy fall" he said.

i took the leaf. a dead one, perhaps from the true fall a winter earlier.

"would y'all like a lemon bar?" said i, not knowing if it was spring, really.

"no, you should see what sugar does to me, but that man would like one" came the reply.

the bearded fellow silently smiled, nodded, and took a lemon bar from my plate. the beardless fellow was still muttering some words about sugar.

"are you sure you don't want one? i think they're good." i said, last effort.

"no, thank you very much. have a happy fall" he smiled and bowed.

"you have . . . a happy fall . . .too" i said as i turned toward the south and continued home, the leaf still in my hand.

and it stayed there til i got home and told amy this story.

open windows

data recovery is a beast. especially when the data don't recover. is it better to have written and lost, than to have never written at all? who knew that data and information is sometimes worthy of mourning? alas, poor comadrona4.doc, i knew him well.





but a night of watching youtube with hilleroy and amy can cure all ills.




and now i learned that the powers that be AREN'T changing the GRE from a 2 1/2 hour test to a 4 hour test. my adhd breathes a sigh of relief.

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.

desaparecidos

http://www.ndmoa.com/PastEx/Disappeared/Fernando/index.html
http://www.fernandotraverso.com/


ps lonely lonely by feist remixed by frisbee'd is a dreamcicle.

hard bigotry vs. soft bigotry

Va. schools criticize No Child Left Behind rule for English learners
way to go, Virginia!

Sidenote: The Lorax is my favorite Seuss, and I hope that people get to read it in whichever language they like.