September 2011
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Los Sonidos de la Noche
The night is like a megaphone. Vibrations are gathered and amplified while the daytime music of the rest of the world settles and dampens. When everything is dark, and I am left with my thoughts, the night is a chorus of sounds to frighten or comfort as I lay awake thinking or trying to not think about what is and what is no longer here.
The frogs live in the garden behind the house. It starts...
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Raro
The pig is enormous. It’s the size of a smart car. A wall of flesh. A freak of nature. Bigger than I imagined a pig could be. (Manbearpig?) It’s pen is a joke. Not only could it climb over the fencing easily, it could just walk through it, like a car smashing through a wall in a Bond movie, laying waste to the enclosure in an explosion of splinters and maul my face off. I stare at its...
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August 2011
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La Cena
(A Warning: I descibe somethings in this blog post that a squeamish person, and/or vegetarian may be grossed out by. I find it interesting, and it illustrates my point about having a closer connection to the origins of food as opposed to clean packaged things you buy in a grocery store, but do not read on if it isn’t your cup of tea.)
After some time wandering around in the streets asking...
July 2011
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Lana
People are complaining about the weather. The sun spends the day tucked away behind a smoky gray sky. Somedays we are just spritzed with a cool spray of mist coming down throughout the day. The sky is too lazy to rain, and instead gives us one long continuous sneeze. The tourists are grumpy. I love it. They weren’t here a few months ago. The air used to be heavy with moisture; the sun bore...
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