December 2011
Day 277
Today, just a short confession; I hate Christmas. There, I said it. To some, I might as well have admitted to kicking dogs or stealing from orphans, but I can’t help the way that I feel. I just associate it with fighting the swarming masses in crowded retail outlets and drowning in Christmas carol muzak. […]
Day 270
Laundry. I hadn’t really given much thought to how I would wash my clothes here, because really, is there anything more mundane in life than laundry? In my book, it’s up there – or down there, as the case may be – with cleaning tile grout and mowing the lawn. (Though, there was a time […]
Day 263
When I first got here, I thought that I’d slip in unassuming-like and blend in with the scenery. Kind of hang around the periphery of the community in a way that an ethnologically-minded journalist might, collecting stories that weren’t theirs. Or to use more military terms, infiltrate the target population or embed with a friendly […]