Month: July 2011

Grow Up, Teacher!

I wish I were more mature. Last week I had my students bring in one word that they’d heard and learned in recent days. Hans brought peephole. “Okay, now give me a sentence with peephole in it, so the others can guess what it means.” He thought for a moment, and then spoke. “I can see Stanley through my peepeehole.” I totally lost it. He looked completely baffled. I put my head into my hands. […]

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The Parting Glass

I don’t have time to do literary justice to my trip to Vietnam. All I can manage are representative threads. Graves Eleni said I haven’t told you yet about the graves in rural Vietnam. All-righty, then. Let’s take care of that. In the Mekong Delta, graves sprout up in the rice paddies like massive weeds: concrete slabs sloping into green. There’s no uniform layout. The graves lie like pick-up sticks, pointing in all directions. Some […]

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Transportation & Communication

As of late last night, this prodigal daughter had returned. She is so tired, her eyes keep closing, which has a severe effect on tpographicy. See what I mean? I hope to write some highlights of my final days in SE Asia, but for now this is all you get: A slideshow of my student Charlogne’s photos of the uniquely laden motorbikes that whip through Saigon. For the soundtrack, I used something I recorded at […]

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