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Tuesday, February 28th, 2006

Subject:http://www.livejournal.com/update.bml
Time:1:53 am.
Mood: worried.
So, today I realized that things aren't working out at all.
If you've been reading my journal the last couple of weeks, you probably already figured that out but me, I'm slow to catch on.

The stress has just been unbearable. I thought last week was the big crux of all the exigency but... today those feelings of pressure started to come back, and it's just Monday! Maybe I was just under a false illusion that I have less responsibility this week because my planner doesn't look like I spilled an ink blotter on it.

Anyways, the key word there was "unbearable". This is too much; I've started to feel really weird and notice myself changing physically and emotionally in Very Bad Ways. It's time for Something to be done.

I had to go through with something hard....tell D that I need these next weeks from here to Spring Break to get work done. Without him. J, you know how wonderful he's been, saying "I'm just here to make you happy" and "call me when you have the time" and always giving me massages, but none of this was fair. Not to him, not to me. I'm not myself these days and that's cheating him of someone. I don't have anything leftover to give, no matter how non-demanding the person may be. It's taxing me enough to be pleasant and present for people. And I have that bad habit of making new friends but I am trying to curb that. It's out of control.

Moral: It was an ugly deed, and I am already feeling it, but somebody had to do it. I need this time to charge through all this work. Later will be fun, being able to read books again this summer and living with the Mojojojo herself (have patience, I will find us jobs!), and possibly barging around Russia in the fall by myself.

I think that it's very, very important that you have fun doing the things you do. I try to always make that a part of my life, but lately I have had to let it slip. I think that was the wrong thing to do. The end does not always justify the means. What if I ate a poisonious Hot Pocket tomorrow and died? What then?

Also, I am having so much trouble sleeping. Even compared to the old days. I swear I haven't taken any crack for 2 whole months, too! I think that's a stress thing. I'm setting down a ground rule of no work after 11 PM. Only fun stuff. Sleeping pills, okay, again, for now.

I hope these things help
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Thursday, February 16th, 2006

Time:8:08 pm.
Mood:pixilated.
So, apologies are due, now that I have an actual audience. I knew this online journal business would lead to ranting and raving about things that don't go my way. I didn't know anyone was actually listening! *cringes*

Oh well, I guess when they write your sordid, tell-all biography it'll all be known anyways. Expect for that one night in Cancun... :P

......sweetness! Houston, we have 3 letters! Three letters of reference means that all I have to do is write the applications essays and kick back and (thinking positive here) wait for my letter of acceptance to study in Russia next year. Ahhh......vodka.

Somehow, every day it's like I just scrape by, cramming a barely countable number of things to do into the 24 hours that the space-time continuum allots us each day. This morning I had an icky, icky russian chapter test. We all know how much fun those are. When I finished, I had 30 minutes until I had to meet the spanish club (to write funding proposals to present on Sunday) and had a nice, pleasant plan of skipping spanish class, for the first time!, to go home and be a bum, as is my true nature. Maybe drink some (more) rum. But I saw a classmate who told me our 3 pages essays were due that very day. So with 15 minutes left I ran home, fixed up the rough draft, and ran back to meet the club. Funding proposals took a long time, and we're still not done, and then I found myself going to class. Awwww.....anyways, now it's all over and it's kinda nice to feel like you've got everything on your list done for the day!!

I also met Moe, my Japanese friend, to "tutor" her. We met every Thursday, and I see her in Jazzercise MWF's. I think it'd be very useful to pick up some Japanese in exchange for this, in memory of the great Japanese-beer-commerical-celebrity that I could have been (I'll tell you guys about that adventure some other time). If I can drag my body from bed by 9 AM, I might go see her in the language lab tomorrow morning, while she is working as a japanese tutor.

Also, involving languages, I ran into my Armenian friend Mike, the ladies man of the ladies men, and he still extends an offer to teach me some Armenian. I'm sure my boyfriend would love that....who trusts Armenians? :P And Artyem will be available tonight to help with russian. But it's not his russian that intrigues me- it's the fact that he's from Kyrgyzstan. How random is that? But he seems to work to disassociate himself from that, as in he considers himself russian and not kyrgz, and he's blond, not black haired.

It's incredible how many random people you can fins if you just look around.

Last night, at last!, I went to another english coutry dance. So sweet, man! Not a soul under 40! I really enjoy these dances, both because of the dancing and because of the people. I'm going to bring some of my homies next week and we'll see how the mix goes. I'm also going to start dressing up in the ballgown agian, and borrowing Jen's pearls.

Speaking of Jen, tomorrow's her BIRTHDAY!! Last night many of the roommates- Matt, Emily, Eric, Stewart, were hard at work creating 100 JELLO SHOTS!!! Mwahahahahaha!!!!!
Mayhem will ensue shortly!
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Wednesday, February 8th, 2006

Subject:Dude, no way!!!
Time:6:32 pm.
Mood: hopeful.
My afternoon philosophy class was cancelled!!!!!!!!!!! It's like Publisher's Clearing House.....one of those things you hear about but you never think it'll happen to you!

Sweetness, so this is what Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays would be like if there was no philosophy class. And it's an absolutely gorgeous day too....it's been in the 20's the last couple of days (as opposed to -50 last week) and the sun is as high as it gets in the Fairbanksian sky in Febuary. And the sky is a beautiful blue...what is it about a beautiful sunny afternoon, with the birds singing and the wind rustling through the leaves, that makes you want to get drunk? And after you're real drunk, maybe go down to the public park and stagger around and ask people for money, and then lie down and go to sleep?

Anyways...I'm gonna go try to get some stuff done, for once. There's a new (and heavily promoted!!) episode of Lost on tonight......
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Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003

Subject:wohoo!!!!!
Time:6:44 pm.
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Thursday, June 26th, 2003

Time:2:40 am.

How evil are you?


Will Me!Muahahaha! Survive A Pit Match Against Clinton And Bush?
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24% chance Bush would kill you.
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0% chance Clinton would kill you.
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33% chance he would sexually harass you.
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76% chance you would kill them.
Enter Combat
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Time:2:03 am.
I can't stop taking quizzes!! ahhh!!





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Time:1:43 am.






I'm pretty damn hard core! Fear me!


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Friday, June 20th, 2003

Time:10:29 pm.
I just got back from seeing this French movie, L'Auberge Espagnole. What a great show!!! It's about this French guy who goes to live in Barcelona, Spain for a year. The dialogue is in french, english, and spanish, which was great because I understand 2 of those languages. Now I am sad though.....I miss living abroad. It's such an adventure every day! Life here is really good but so....preordained. Never again in my life will I be 20 years old. I want to do something grand while I am, not something so ordinary. I have to go back out!!! But I will wait it out, this whole year, think and plan. I would like to study in Germany or Russia or Finland. Tonight I found out that one of my friends is going to Austria. Wow! Que suerte loca!! But it's actually more than just luck. She has a musical talent that she's praacticed for years and that's how this opportunity came about. Now it looks like it's my turn; if I ever want anything big to happen, I have to be extremely good at something. That's the way it always works, isn't it? But what am I good at? Ack!!
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Thursday, June 12th, 2003

Time:10:04 pm.
So, today my friend defended his thesis for a PhD in history. Lori and I attended and I was amused and entertained for like the first 15 minutes. My attention span had been running at the max and...well, that cannot go on for very long, if you know me at all. The dissertation went on for 1 1/2 hour and in the end, lo and behold, a PhD was awarded!! I was so excited for him! Now he will work upon turning his thesis, orginally 600 pages, into a book for publication. I have decided I never want to go beyond a very basic degree, and I will certainly be choosing a major that doesn't require even a 50 page thesis for graduation. Count on it. I spent the remaining 75 minutes, antention-span-less, thinking about what it would be like to embark upon a 'journey to the center of the Earth' type expedition with that group of scholars (on the council board. Very, very nice!!). They were all pretty old though; we'd have to stop for lots of rest breaks. Lori said "You know it's bad when you have to differentiate between different shades of white (hair color)".

Tomorrow, another test. Wow, don't you love accelerated classes? I wish this teacher could maybe, at some point, humor us with some multiple choice and not keep hurling down numerous short answer and essay questions.

Hmmmm...que mas? Oh, tomorrow (this I had better remember tomorrow morning!) I have an appointment by phone with my advisor so hopefully by Monday I will have my fall schedule set. Tomorrow night Carine and Johann (my old French roommate and her *husband*!) are having a little party to celebrate their marriage. They weren't married when they arrived here, now they are, and I still don't think their family knows! But it was nice to be roomies for....5 days. I am suprised- for being French and all, the only things in their fridge are an orange, a 24 pack of beer, and a bottle of BBQ sauce.

Yesterday Ashley and I came upon this insane idea during a walk to return some videos. We bought a whole bunch of simple white flowers at the store and gave them to the guys up on 5th floor...Knock, knock. Door opens. "Hi, I brought you a flower. See you around!"... sounds crazy, huh? But it was a lot of fun and as for the people who gave us odd looks or demanded explanations, little do they know how we laughed at them. But most people were really flattered. And all that matters is that we had a good time.

There's really nothing else to say. I am just typing because I don't want to go study. Last Friday's exam was horrid enough- I don't know if I can do it again. Short answer questions are icky and should be banned by federal law. Or at least made optional. My last score was an 86% though. For me, I was impressed.

Brandon from last summer called last night. We're going hiking this weekend. Ash and I were orginally hiking Diamond Head but with him along, Mr Trail Expert, there's a million better spots to be.

Okay, okay, I have to go study. Nooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Tuesday, June 10th, 2003

Subject:That's What You Get for Sitting in the First Row of Class
Time:11:03 am.
I will listen and write songs of words. She will just listen. She does not dream- as she sleeps her mind pulls neatly labeled files from the dusted cabinet and studies. There is the color gray and the color rust. But she does not know this- what is color? what is sunlight melting along tree bark? will it help me achieve to the point it becomes senseless? what? i don't understand the question- can you rephrase it?
Oh, forget it. (that's me talking). Your imagination was a flower you plucked from its bush years ago. Its purple song has withered through the famine- you have feed it nothing but facts. A landfill of dust, dead flies with shrunken wings, what is left? You have done this to yourself- now the only thing you can offer the world is another degree, another diploma.
Where lies salvation for you?

this is what I get for hunkering down in the last row, these thoughts
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Friday, February 7th, 2003

Time:3:53 pm.
Hiya K,

Twas great to hear from you. I felt a bit depressed when I got home
as well. Months of exciting, seedy travel and then BOOM back to a
mundane life of mind numbing routine. Don't worry though cause soon
enough you'll have a beach house in Nicaragua.

When I first read you'd bought a plot of land I thought; Nah K's just
joking around, thats pretty funny. But then I thought back and I
remembered that Agent K has a habit of getting into situations that
are simultaneously crazy, weird and heaps of fun so now I have no
doubt that you actually have bought up a beachfront property in a
third world country. When you get your house up I promise I'll come
and visit. San Juan del Sur sounds awesome, maybe a little bit like
Puerto Escondido, which was my favourite place in Mexico....

Have fun K, and do your best avoid the clutches of
insanity\depression, another whacky adventure is probably just around
the corner.

Tu Amigo-G
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Monday, January 27th, 2003

Time:9:55 pm.
Hola todos! Man......it's been a looong time. This is a general update since I am occasionally very bad about writing emails. Not that anyone aside from me actually reads this but...

So I spent one year at a private liberal-arts instituation in Idaho. Socially, it was a smashing success but academically, well, from zero you can only improve, right? After that, a summer at University of Hawai'i. Same track record applies, in addition to a job as a receptionist. Then I finally decided the rigid route of college studies wasn't the right mountain for me to climb at the time. I went to Mexico. For years I'd dreamt of traveling and then there I was. It wasn't entirely fun and games and exploration of the exotic as I had assumed it would be. I cried many times and was alone.

Still, there were many rafting trips, lots of rock climbing days, plenty of climbing through ancient mayan ruins and making new friends from every country one can think of, playing at pretty beaches, learning spanish, and most importantly, learning to rely on myself. I think I learned more than I ever could have had I stayed in a school. Now I am fluent in spanish, write to friends in other countries, and know that I can depend on myself despite whatever the sitaution is. Strand me at any airport in the world and I can handle the sitaution. Before I would have just shut down in a panic. But now when the situation is bad all I have to do is think 'Well, nothing can be worse than the arrival in Oaxaca was'. I have no fear. Also, the concept of materialism has ceased to be of any major importance. Like really really hardcore ceased to be. Living for half a year with one backpack of clothes teaches things that having a closet at your parents' house or in your dorm room can never teach. Now the only thing I buy is knowledge and the price of that is only time. I put more into my head and keep more in the bank.
Anyways, about the biggest thing that's ever happened......
I found a place. The most wonderful little town next to the surf that's ever existed. San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua. I have this feeling in my heart of 'home'.
I read my old entries and cringe at how inept and moronic I once was. Sorry about that to the world. Sorry, sorry. Now I have truly found something.....
There's a little piece of land up in the hills, 15 minutes from the beach, that is mine now. I am very much quite enamored with it. Within 2 years a little casita will start to grow there, complete with a hammock and chairs in front to watch the waves at the beach. This summer wil hopefully bring a job in Alaska, at the canneries. And then in the fall, University of Alaska. But I am not getting in over my head- will be there for min- a semester, max- a year. No worries, no overcommittment.
Ahhh....the writing skills are way out of tune. Sorry. More later when I can think fluidly in the english language again....
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Time:9:28 pm.
Hola todo! Man......it's been a looong time. This is a general update since I am occasionally very bad about writing emails. Not that anyone aside from me actually reads this but...

So I spent one year at a private liberal-arts instituation in Idaho. Socially, it was a smashing success but academically, well, from zero you can only improve, right? After that, a summer at University of Hawai'i. Same track record applies, in addition to a job as a receptionist. Then I finally decided the rigid route of college studies wasn't the right mountain for me to climb at the time. I went to Mexico. For years I'd dreamt of traveling and then there I was. It wasn't entirely fun and games and exploration of the exotic as I had assumed it would be. I cried many times and was alone.

Still, there were many rafting trips, lots of rock climbing days, plenty of climbing through ancient mayan ruins and making new friends from every country one can think of, playing at pretty beaches, learning spanish, and most importantly, learning to rely on myself. I think I learned more than I ever could have had I stayed in a school. Now I am fluent in spanish, write to friends in other countries, and know that I can depend on myself despite whatever the sitaution is. Strand me at any airport in the world and I can handle the sitaution. Before I would have just shut down in a panic. But now when the situation is bad all I have to do is think 'Well, nothing can be worse than the arrival in Oaxaca was'. I have no fear. Also, the concept of materialism has ceased to be of any major importance. Like really really hardcore ceased to be. Living for half a year with one backpack of clothes teaches things that having a closet at your parents' house or in your dorm room can never teach. Now the only thing I buy is knowledge and the price of that is only time. I put more into my head and keep more in the bank.
Anyways, about the biggest thing that's ever happened......
I found a place. The most wonderful little town next to the surf that's ever existed. San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua. I have this feeling in my heart of 'home'.
I read my old entries and cringe at how inept and moronic I once was. Sorry about that to the world. Sorry, sorry. Now I have truly found something.....
There's a little piece of land up in the hills, 15 minutes from the beach, that is mine now. I am very much quite enamored with it. Within 2 years a little casita will start to grow there, complete with a hammock and chairs in front to watch the waves at the beach. This summer wil hopefully bring a job in Alaska, at the canneries. And then in the fall, University of Alaska. But I am not getting in over my head- will be there for min- a semester, max- a year. No worries, no overcommittment.
Ahhh....the writing skills are way out of tune. Sorry. More later when I can think fluidly in the english language again....
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Sunday, December 22nd, 2002

Time:2:47 pm.
With Liberators Like These, Who Needs Conquerors?
by TOM GORMAN

"We've never been a nation of conquerors; we're a nation of liberators," said our learned President last week, in response to polls in Turkey and Pakistan, perhaps the most important US allies in the so-called "War on Terror," that showed growing antipathy toward the US.

Who could disagree? After all, the historical record of American liberation policy is quite clear.

It all began when the European forbears of the US liberated the native population from their land. No longer would Indians suffer under the yoke of actually having to be free, undiseased, and alive. Then, to work this liberated land, Europeans liberated Africans from their abject lives of culture and community to be brought to America to grow rice, tobacco, and cotton.

Unsatisfied with the liberation of just the southeastern portion of North America, in 1812 the US sought to liberate Canada. This noble attempt failed, but trained many of the brave Americans who liberated Florida from the Spanish, reliberating many slaves who had fled their liberation in Georgia for the tyranny of freedom. Many of these escaped slaves joined up with the Seminole tribes in Florida in their stubborn resistance to US liberation, which would have brought these native people to freedom in the Midwest.

The American thirst for liberation was only partly quenched by an invasion of Mexico. Liberating a third of the territory of this republic served to bolster those who believed in their divine responsibility to continue and spread the liberation of African slaves from a life of leisure. (Being the gentlemen that they were, slave owners were willing to endure the shame of not working.) With the central portion of the continent now liberated from any competing European or mestizo threats, the native population could not, and did not, last much longer in the face of American freedom.

Thankfully, the US was not satisfied with mere continental liberation. Near the end of the 1800s, Americans liberated Hawaii from its chosen government before liberating the people of Puerto Rico and Cuba so that they could be freely exploited by American business. The people of the Philippines, liberated from Spanish tyranny, at first refused the liberation provided by the US. After a time, however, this Catholic society and its democratic leaders realized the benefits of having hundreds of thousands of its citizens slaughtered in order to welcome the Christianity and democracy brought by the US.

Theodore Roosevelt (whom we might call "The Great Liberator") realized that America's drive for liberation was stymied by the lack of a Central American canal. After helping to liberate Panama from Colombia, he was able to liberate the Canal Zone itself. With the canal completed, the US could continue its liberation quest unfettered. Cuba, Nicaragua, Haiti, and Mexico were just a few of the nations who received the largesse of American liberation in the early 1900s.

During the 1930s, the US feared that Japanese liberation policy in East Asia was conflicting with its own desire for freedom in that region. This conflict grew to where the US felt the need to liberate Japan of its oil supply, driving the Japanese to attack the US. (Most likely, the attack on Pearl Harbor was accompanied with Japanese propaganda about how they were liberators rather than conquerors, but this should be taken with a grain of salt. After all, one cannot trust a militaristic society.) The US continued its struggle for liberation in Japan, even making the supreme sacrifice of the genocidal bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki (not to mention the glorious firebombing of Tokyo months earlier).

In the European theater, the US waited until mid-1944 to begin to liberate Europe from Nazi oppression, wanting to wait until the Soviets and Germans had liberated millions of each other from the burden of breathing. This "delayed liberation" policy also allowed Hitler to continue his own liberations against millions of Jews.

After the "Good War" ended, the US, stayed hands-on in many parts of the world: Mohammed Mossadegh was liberated from his democratically-elected position as Prime Minister of Iran; Jacobo Arbenz was freed from the horror of being democratically elected in Guatemala; Patrice Lumumba was emancipated not just from his position as leader of Zaire, but also from his need to continue living; Salvador Allende of Chile benefited from a similar policy of liberation

At this time, the US also saw the need to outsource many of its liberation activities. The government of Indonesia was liberated so that it could commit genocide in East Timor. The Contras were funded so that they could liberate schools and hospitals in Nicaragua by blowing them up. The US funded Turkey in its desire to liberate its Kurdish minority. Saddam Hussein received American support in his noble desire to liberate the oil resources of Iraq. Hussein even made the sacrifice of "gassing his own people" to ally himself with the liberationists. And, lest we forget, the US continues selflessly to fund the government of Israel in its dream of liberating the "promised land" form those who have only the specious claim of hundreds of years of residency.

Vietnam is a sad memory for those fans of American liberation policy. Despite murdering millions of people in Southeast Asia, poisoning the ecosystem, and destroying the infrastructure, the US failed to win the "hearts and minds" of the people they brutalized.

This defeat would not keep the US down for long, though. In 1991, the US liberated the people of Kuwait so that they could return to life under a reactionary monarchy. In the process, the people of Iraq were deliberately liberated from their clean water supplies. The next decade would be spent by the US pushing liberation through bombings and sanctions, yet the hundreds of thousands of dead Iraqis remain unappreciative.

Which brings us to the present liberation campaign, mentioned by President Bush in his comments on Wednesday. "And I would ask the skeptics [of America's policy of liberation] to look at Afghanistan, where not only this country rout [sic] the Taliban, which was one of the most barbaric regimes in the history of mankind, but thanks to our strength and our compassion, many young girls now go to school for the first time." Yes, the US helped the Afghan people be free from the despotic rule of the Taliban (many of whom gained power with the help of the US in their struggle for liberation against the Russians, who, ironically, are our new allies in the struggle against the "terrorism" represented by the former Afghan leaders, demonstrating American willingness to suffer the most horrendous rhetorical and moral whiplash to defend freedom wherever it is threatened, cognitive dissonance be damned.) Now Afghans have the luxury to live in terror of dozens of regional warlords. The estimated 3000 Afghan civilians killed by American bombs are the best-known recipient of American liberation; less well known, due most probably to American modesty in its role as a liberator, is how many thousands of people in the Afghan countryside died when the US demanded a halt to UN food relief in September 2001.

If these are the results of American "strength and compassion," as President Bush would have it, the people of the world should indeed be very thankful that the US is not in fact a "nation of conquerors."
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Time:2:10 pm.
Q. "Mr. President, have you approved of covert activity to destablise the present government of Nicaragua?"
A. "Well, no, we're supporting them, the - oh, wait a minute, wait a minute, I'm sorry, I was thinking of El Salvador, because of the previous, when you said Nicaragua. Here again, this is something upon which the national security interests, I just - I will not comment."
- Ronald Reagan, former U.S. President, Washington press conference, February 13th, 1983, as quoted by John Pilger in 'Heroes'



Okay, I know there haven't been any entries for a long time and therefore this entry probably should concern what I've been up to but...I don't know. After discovering the truth when you've been fluttering around in a world of lies for your entire life, one just doesn't feel like writing about the trival things (oh, I went to party today! I went to the beach today!) Since birth I loved America. Sure, the the dissidents were always around but I ignored them. And hated them. If you don't like America, why are you living there? -I still feel the same. Either do something or get out. Stop complaining- But I was the biggest blind admirer walking around in that country. And it is really difficult to see out from the inside. You can't.

But now, with this whole war issue looming that doesn't seem to have a rational justification other than 'hey man, we're powerful. We'll teach you to fuck with us' and being here, in a third world nation that has been already been beaten down by 'covert' US operations, my faith is wavering. Big time. A long time ago in Mexico, some one pointed out 'You know, joining the military means you need to fight for the military's policies. Are those policies ones that you believe in?' And I can't say 'Why yes, I'll do it all to stay on top of the other countries with fistfulls of money in my hands'.

Last week, we went to the small town of San Jacinto to see the lava. (Which was a way cool trip, by the way!!) When we got out of the car, a small horde of kids ran up begging to be our guides for like the equivalent of an American penny. We saw their fathers coming home from a long day's work under the sun in a nearby camp. These men, for the efforts of an entire day, earn around 30 cordobas. That's apprx $2.25 US.
I don't really know what to do. I mean, how can one person change things? But I know now, and that's the first step. If I had stayed at home I never would have known becuase these are things you have to learn by yourself...you cannot be taught from a book or a college lecture hall. Your heart cannot feel injustice truly until you have seen it with your own eyes.


"I believe that if we had and would keep our dirty, bloody, dollar soaked fingers out of the business of these [Third World] nations so full of depressed, exploited people, they will arrive at a solution of their own. And if unfortunately their revolution must be of the violent type because the 'haves' refuse to share with the 'have-nots' by any peaceful method, at least what they get will be their own, and not the American style, which they don't want and above all don't want crammed down their throats by Americans."
-General David Sharp [Former United States Marine Commandant 1966]



"I came to America because of the great, great freedom which I heard existed in this country. I made a mistake in selecting America as a land of freedom, a mistake I cannot repair in the balance of my lifetime."
-Albert Einstein, 1947
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Saturday, November 16th, 2002

Time:11:18 am.
That's all I ever thought about for a long time, about the going, and early on it never mattered where. From the beginning, and I see it clearly in these days, my work... was partly a passion and partly an excuse for travelling. And yet I've seen a hundred places-- more than that, probably-- where I wished I had a separate life for each of them, so I could settle down and live there, so I could get to know some people well, as others have done, as most have done...

"A Thousand Country Roads".
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Wednesday, November 13th, 2002

Time:7:18 pm.
Adventurous souls who do not wish to return to Celduin to start their lives again should go through the blue door. Obvious exits: green door, blue door. ...

There is something about snow and ice that draws adventurous souls, whether it’s life in Alaska or exploring the North Pole. It ...

Superstition, ignorance, and fear surrounded him, yet there were a few adventurous souls who dared to finance his expedition, for they had caught the vision ...


It is truly difficult for many of us to imagine what drives adventurous souls such as Dan to attempt the things they do, but we continue to be inspired by ...

Now it has mysteriously returned, a great city fallen to the ravages of time and beasts, and it's up to a few adventurous souls to explore its dark ruins ...


[12:18] [Intro:] [12:18] The heroes are an elite group of adventurous souls who have come together to defend the realm of ...

Those who had made the momentous decision to leave their comfortable communities to move into a foreign culture were usually adventurous souls open to change. ...


... The country, however, is not for the faint-hearted, but for adventurous souls in search of new horizons and a change of pace. Only ...
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Saturday, November 2nd, 2002

Time:6:00 pm.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
I had just spent 30 min writing an entry when the computer's time ran out. And the entry, well, se fue. :(
Okay, so here's the recaps-

-Went to the park and the zoo for free yesterday. Saw lots of cool animals. :)

-Two new girls in the room: Gabby from Australia and Barbara from Peru.

- Is Day of the Dead (currently Day 2). Last night, all the little kids were dolled up and walking around with little skulls in the plazas and businesses, asking for candy and money. Also, about 2000 people in the zocalo. Huge sand murals about death, individual stalls set up by families with more murals of flowers, fruit, and candles to commemerate their dead, bands playing everywhere, street vendors blowing cotton candy into the air, roaming packs of good-looking, armed police officers, public security, and soldiers. :)

-We went to Mc Donald's last night. Were ambushed by a pack of 5 young boys who descended upon our french fries like a flock of birds (ate them all in 2 min!), told us jokes we didn't get in spanish, and presented me with this grimy, grubby, pink marshmellow as a 'special treat'. Yeah, that they probably found on the street!

-Gabby and I went out with candy, were mobbed by little pumpkins. I convinced her to give a piece of candy to one of the soldiers with the cool guns. He didn't think it was funny at all. However, his comrades did. Did they ever!!

-We were invited to a party next door. Gabby said no because it is Mexico City and we didn't know they guys (and girl). Of course, unfazed and undaunted, I attended. It was hilarious- upon entering the room this huge crowd of mexican guys came over to introduce themselves. Had an awesome time. Spent 5 hours talking on an outside balcony with 2 gorgeous mexican guys and several others who came and went. We listened to Molotov and Control Machete!! But then the other guys were mad because I wasn't talking to them and we had to leave because they were getting...rowdy from the tequila. All my new buds wanted the traditional kiss on the cheek and it took forever to make the round. My saviours had to come finally drag me out of their reaches.

- Went to some ruins today with Gabby (don't ask me to spell- about 11 letters and starts with a T. There :) We climbed the 3rd highest pyramid in the world, the Pyramid of the Sun, upon which there were stange people in white meditating and upon which I fell asleep for two hours and lost Gabby. I climbed the Pyramid of the Moon by myself and came home, being openly leered at on the metro. Fun stuff.

-They have even more stuff in the zocalo now. It's an insane mob. There are streetcars that have been pulled off their overhead lines and filled with skeletons and flowers. People
line up in droves to get inside. Thousands of people, hundreds of good looking soldiers :)

Well, going to the dico tonight with the guys from last night and Gabby so got to jet. Day of the Dead rocks!!!!!
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Tuesday, October 22nd, 2002

Time:3:10 am.
Aren't all these tests horribly addictive? Esp now that I've found all the Star Wars ones and there's still 5 hours before we ship out for Chiapas?


:: how jedi are you? ::
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Saturday, October 5th, 2002

Time:8:11 pm.
THEY'RE PLAYING MOLOTOV HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM THE HAPPIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD!!!!! :) :) :) :) :) Damn, a mexican band and would you believe this is the first time I've heard them played in Mexico?!
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