October 2011
1 post
April 2011
1 post
February 2011
1 post
January 2011
1 post
December 2010
3 posts
October 2010
2 posts
September 2010
2 posts
July 2010
4 posts
Hope Is Just a Waking Dream...
//Yewknee Summer Mix Series Submission//
I was doodling at work the other day and came up with this trippy little sketch that ultimately was the motivating factor for putting this mix together. There’s a point where realistic hopes for the future sort of slide out of reality and into the realm of daydream—that space where it becomes hard to separate what’s feasible and...
June 2010
4 posts
May 2010
5 posts
often (usually)
there is a coat that i used to wear
hanging—unraveling now—
in the back of my closet, there.
It is an empty thing that, nonetheless
resurrects lives past—
moments with people & places of time
before you, that you do not know.
before you—beyond us and our life
but still buried within me
woven into the wool of the coat
that i never wear—sometimes
resurrected in the edges...
Home!
I woke up this morning and realized that I completely forgot to update this blog to let people know that I made it home in one piece last Thursday! I’m so sorry—I’ve been battling jet lag and some ring-worm and some general stomach discontent and time has just flown by since I made it back. I may have left Africa but its taken a few days for Africa to leave me! So strange that it...
April 2010
4 posts
Mauritania! Or not...
MILLE PARDONS.
It has been much longer than usual since my last post and I don’t even have a convenient and/or plausible excuse! So apologies, all, for my laziness.
What I have been up to:
1) Trying (and failing) to get to Nouackchott, Mauritania. Last weekend, our lovely guide, Mme Bao (sp?), Josh & Chris’ host mom, had to cancel on us, and this morning after riding out at the...
...and my jaifonde* keeps growing...
Posted a new album of (stolen) photos on facebook! I apologize for the uber-grim post of last week—sometimes the work we do is pretty rough and it can get you down, but I’m in a much better mood following a weekend of rest and relaxation and am ready to take on the week ahead!
Speaking of the week ahead, next week is my fourth-to last week! Or to say that in a much more logical way, I...
A tough morning...
screams fade into a blubbering
stream of pleas burbling
like a brook from cracked lips
popping bubbles of spit trailing
salty tears drawing dusty
upside-down question marks
over quivering flesh
mocking the lines of a smile
and the blood!
tense in anticipation of that
healing (?) touch coming
to rip away new skin forming
over pus infection growing
—the sting of dakin—
...
15+ Hours in a Senegalese Police Station
This is how I spent the first few days of this last week—In and out of the commissariat of St. Louis proper, seeking to file a report outlining the theft of Josh’s ipod. The hoops that we had to go through to finally accomplish this task—which did not actually get resolved until five days after the actual theft—prevented me from updating my blog properly, and for that...
March 2010
8 posts
My 4 year old english class at Bonheur des Enfants singing the classic beatles single Hello/Goodbye! (sort of… haha)
CSA Clinic--2025 patients cared for!
So a few weeks ago while I was teaching the A, B, C’s to my 5yr old pre-school class, the director of the school came in and asked me to come outside to meet someone. That someone turned out to be Magatte Dia, the aunt of a kid in my class, a St. Louisiene who currently lives in Philadelphia, PA. After an interesting discussion about her experiences in Philly and her impressions of St. Louis...
remember that time when michael came to senegal?
…and we took a 4x4 to the desert?
…and mike’s left arm got burned in the sun? (see the light reflecting off his pale, winter skin? haha)
…and we stopped off at a moor village to drink tea and play with little kids?
…and our guide moussa was awesome and spoke 7 languages? (moussa is Peul and so speaks Pulaar as well as Wolof and the language of the Mauers,...
sorry its been so long!
hey guys!
its been awhile since ive posted and im sorry—life has been getting a little crazy busy over here and then i have been spending all of my internet time dealing with the med school issue…still trying to make up my mind on that front but so amazingly thankful for the phenomenal places that have offered me spots!
anyway back to the life here in st louis… things are...
amer comme la vie, doux comme l'amour
voilà quelleques photos du centre talibe et la preparation du thé (pictures of the talibe center and the preparation of tea).
to explain the title, each tea has two or three rounds. we do two at the center, and the first is bitter the second sweet and minty—so the first is said to be bitter like life and the second to be soft (sweet) like love.
the guy to the right is bai—a...
is it possible...
to have a cold in africa?
yes, my friends, it is quite possible to be miserable with a runny nose and sore throat, fever and other assorted symptoms of your average cold while simultaneously burning up in he hot african sun. for this reason, ive decided to forever ban the term “cold” (as it designates the disease, not the temperature) from my vocabulary. it just is absurd to say...
(stolen) pictures!!
salut les potes! ive decided to steal pictures from my roommate and others in order to give yall a little taste of st louis. my camera isnt functional so thats partly why im not giving you photos ive taken—but who am i kidding? i always end up stealing pics even if i have a working camera. so here they are, pictures of people and places and maybe ill even have time to explain...
February 2010
4 posts
two weeks, come and gone...
each day here blends into the next and so its not surprising that this two week mark has come up on me completely by surprise—im not sure if this timelessness is a good or bad thing to be honest, but the volunteers here like to refer to our time in st louis as a parenthesis…a phrase set apart from the rest of the sentence of our life. ok, that sounds really sappy in english but it...
SUN BURN
hello again one and all!
im sorry that i haven`t responded to emails but i can only get to a good internet cafe every three days or so… life here is slower so even if i did come every day, i would probably have nothing new to say! so lets see… i last posted on saturday (or friday?) and since then, i`ve been up to quite a bit. on saturday we went to the market on the langue de barbary...
waaw, diggile diggile!!
(yes, true true!)
we only have french keyboards here so i’m not bothering with grammer also there is no spellcheck which means this will probably be a disaster…hah
so this is all of the wolof that i speak so far, but i am learning more from the guys at the talibes center with whom i take three rounds of tea in the evening after working and the kids that i teach in the mornings at...
January 2010
4 posts
12/22/09
My days are now filled with lists—
Plans & packing/ preparations, predictions
For the next step—that moment on the horizon
(only a speck this morning, though it will grow by noon)
Where this becomes past and the future, present.
Already bridges are burned
(items 28 & 67 on my list respectively)
And my life packed away—jammed in boxes—
That are tearing, bursting with me
and the...
Is it Thursday already?
This morning, I broke the high E string on my guitar. So instead of spending my morning messing around with badly-executed renditions of Tom Petty, Ray Lamontagne or somesuch, I ended up listening to itunes on shuffle for about an hour. (Oh the joys of being at home with nothing to do…) The first 15 songs that came up arranged themselves in such a nice little playlist that I thought I...
cover me, cover you
No picture, no blathering narrative, no fuss—just 12 awesome covers that I’ve recently discovered. Enjoy!
Whatever you like (TI)//Anya Marina
Kids (MGMT)//Ben Lee
I can’t tell you why (The Eagles)//Chromeo
Girl from the north country (Bob Dylan)//Eels
Everybody Knows (Leonard Cohen)//Elizabeth &the Catapult
Addicted to love (Robert Palmer)//Florence &the Machine
I...
The calm before the...
Well hello there! I forgot that I have a tumblr (again) and life has been rather topsy-turvy of late, so I fear that I have been a bit tardy with my posts. Not like I’ve ever had a regular schedule or been terribly reliable, but this recent break has been longer than usual what with packing and unpacking and moving and so forth and so on. Mea Culpa! Anyway, here’s a little mix of...
November 2009
1 post
One of these is not like the other...
Sandy Feet//The High Places
South China Moon//Bishop Allen
Burnin’ Inside//King Khan and the Shrines
You Cried Me//Jookabox
Ape-like//Califone
Eraser//No Age
In the Dark//The Whigs
One Foot in Front of the Other//Pravada
Warning Sign (Talking Heads Cover)//Local Natives
How You Want It Done//Big Bill
Tell the World//Vivian Girls
So Tough (The Slits Cover)//Mika Miko
Know Better...
October 2009
1 post
I'm back!
It’s been awhile, Philadelphia, but I’m back! (at least for now) Although the weather is a bit chillier than when I left, I have to admit that I have missed these dirty streets. I’ll be in and out for the next few months, but in the meantime, I’m just going to enjoy some quality time with my bike and this fresh fall air—and to celebrate being back, here’s a...
September 2009
8 posts
mr. poole's & hwy 575 N
hey dace face, remember this pig? i’m not sure it even worked when we first started going to mr. poole’s…back when that bbq was served out of an old trailer with a screen door that would always slam no matter how hard you tried to keep it quiet? and mr. poole’s pig hill of fame was still small enough you could run up it and stare out over the highway from way up top, and...
Shuffle (09.15.09-09.22.09)
1/ Absolute Sway—Seth Kauffman
2/ That Old Sun—Foreign Born
3/ Song for No One—Miike Snow
4/ Imagine, Pt. 3—Smith Westerns
5/ My Boys—Taken By Trees
6/ Me & Dean—jj
7/ An Eludarian Instance—Of Montreal
8/ Like the River—Sun Kil Moon
9/ After Hours—The Velvet Underground
10/ I Am a Leaver—The Damnwells
11/ Blue Tears—Cryptacize
12/ Kim & Jessie—M83
13/ Peace & Hate—The...
tumblr wont let me format this, but oh well...
A fraying basket holds these things
—borrowed, stolen, found—
That have drifted into my life
And found new meaning here.
That—my favorite mug, an imperfect
Heat-distorted student’s effort
Cast aside into eager hands—
And here, this pen that holds
My scrawling letters and scattered
Thoughts, a broken nib
Once pushed to and fro in faint light
By my father—purchased long ago.
And on my...