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Thursday, August 7, 2008

Then and Now

Thrilling. For all the travel and international gallivanting that one does, making friends and enjoying people the world 'round, there is scarce a chance to follow up on those friendships and connections in a meaningful face-to-face way. Last night the old boy and I got to see our dear friend Amelie as she passed through Chicago with her rag-tag group of friends on their whirlwind U.S. tour. She just might be the most international friend that I have. We met in Guatemala, where we stayed in the same house and studied at the same school as her and her friend from back home in France. We had the chance to travel with them a couple of weekends and spend lots of quality time together in Antigua, soaking up their Continental je ne sais quoi. After Guatemala, Amelie went to visit her brother in Shanghai for a few weeks, after which she obtained a visa to work in Canada for a year. She has just finished several months in Vancouver, and is travelling with her friends to Montreal, where she plans to stay until next March. And then, who knows?


In our home in Antigua


At Giordano's last night


At a Guatemalan brunch feast


On the Red Line last night


One more from Thanksgiving at the avocado farm in Guatemala because it is such a smiley picture, and I just love her so much

In a completely unrelated note, will the horrors unleashed on us by the current U.S. presidential administration never cease? I'm not sure I want to live in a country that can sanction this kind of torture on poor, defenseless bicycles. Ripped gear from limb, leaving only one sad pedal and one sturdy bike lock behind. Whatever happened to the Geneva Convention, habeas corpus, and the rule of law?


Seriously, doesn't it remind you of those Abu Graib Iraqi prison photos, with the hoods and the dog leashes? I'm not being flippant; there's something stark and horrible about it.


How would you go about reporting this to the police? "Um, my bike has been stolen, I guess. Piece by piece. They left, um, kind of the middle part, just. And a twist of broken chain. And a pedal."

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The Life Pursuit by Belle and Sebastian

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Words That I'm Living By - 5/2/2010

Time, as I've known it
Doesn't take much time to pass by me
Minutes into days, turn into months
Turn into years, they hurry by me
But still I love to see the sun go down
And the world go around

Dreams full of promises
Hopes for the future, I've had many
Dreams I can't remember now
Hopes that I've forgotten,
faded memories
But still I love to see the sun go down
And the world go around

And I love to see the morning
as it steals across the sky
I love to remember and
I love to wonder why
And I hope that I'm around
so I can be there when I die
When I'm gone

I hope that you will think of me
In moments when you're happy and you're smiling
That the thought will comfort you
On cold and cloudy days
if you are crying
And that you'll love to see
the sun go down
And the world go around
And around and around

"Around and Around" by Mark Kozelek

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