I continue to suffer the aftershocks of my truth-telling. Well, I call it truth-telling but some others seem to disagree. All I know for sure is that I don’t want to say another honest thing in my life. Likely I will, but not at this place. Each school day I get through, I put an angry black X across the date on my class schedule. Eleven down, forty-five to go. I have a strange and […]
Read moreMonth: March 2010
Odd Poem Exercise
Today in our intercultural yadda yadda class, we were instructed to fill in a form answering abstract questions about our history and then plunk selected answers strategically into spaces in partially completed sentences drawn from a poem by George Ella Lyon. I won’t read my result in class, but here it is for you: I am from the chalkboard in the kitchen, From eleven pet mice and penny candy. I am from the spider room, […]
Read moreMy Objectives
Michael Parenti, writing in The Culture Struggle about journalist Gary Webb who was condemned by his peers for reporting too accurately, says: “[His] real mistake was not that he wrote falsehoods but that he went too far into the truth.” Last night my friend Milt pointed out, with alarming accuracy, that I have been naí¯ve during my time here at SIT. It’s true. I hadn’t noticed how my idealism and open-mindedness had overshadowed my wisdom. […]
Read moreHasta Luego, México
I’m so far behind on this blog, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to catch up. Since my last entry there have been trips to México City (I still want to put up some video of the amazing Ballet Folklórico), trials and tribulations of life in Pachuca, an evening at the fíºtbol stadium watching the Mexicans’ beloved Tuzos, exploration of Teotihuacan and a black market mercado outside México City, and of course lots […]
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