Go Greyhound by Bob Hicok A few hours after Des Moines the toilet overflowed. This wasn’t the adventure it sounds. I sat with a man whose tattoos weighed more than I did. He played Hendrix on mouth guitar. His Electric Ladyland lips weren’t fast enough and if pitch and melody are the rudiments of music,
I can’t believe it. In two months minus one day, I will be on a plane, heading for two years of what I’ve being calling my master degree of real life. In other words, I’m going to Colombia, folks! Every activity that I have been engaged in the last few weeks has had a condition
1. Goes by very, very quickly. Being sad at the end is a giant positive! 2. Takes place in an enormous house. A mansion, really. 3. Involves many falafels. 4. Winter. Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike winter? 5. Friends! Have I ever mentioned how much I love my friends? 6. Getting to
Welcome to my blog fellow llama lovers! I’m in my fourth year of university, spending my last semester in Ottawa, Canada. For part of my program, I’m taking part in an internship at the Christian Reformed Centre for Public Dialogue, researching Aboriginal education in Canada. Then, in June, I’m heading to Columbia for two years
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