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January 2012
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December 2011
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“‘God knows what you’ve been doing, everything you’ve been...”
– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
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November 2011
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October 2011
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“The two men watched the steamer round the bend, then, ascending arm in arm the...”
– An Outpost of Progress, Joseph Conrad
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September 2011
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Listen“the sesquipedalians sip their steaming...
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June 2011
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walking with giants
arriving alone in chamonix with little more than a few days’ food, a coil of rope, and a piolet strapped to my rucksack, i stared up through the heavy veil of fog.  great glaciers blanket the jagged shoulders of mont blanc, and an early summer storm raged above the forested valley – pelting the wood timber chalets and flooding the already raging rivers churning through the sleepy mountain...
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October 2010
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“i think i was trying to suggest something about...
but we are truly incomprehensible, wir Menschen, we human beings. grey autumn skies hang low and dismal over the urban rooftops of bavaria.  mist floats between hedges and flows slowly from Nymphenburger Schloss down the canal.  under hazy light, beggars roll in dewy blankets against the cold of morning.  a light pattering of rain besmears makeup and dulls the sheen of leather as mobs mill upon...
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September 2010
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dreaming in red, white, and blue
from the altiplano to the english moor, amazonia to phnom penh, i’ve grown accustomed to considering myself a man without one land.  in the microcosm of world travel, under the shifting lights of foreign suns, we learn to view both the world and ourselves through others’ eyes.  ambassador, trespasser, guest, or infidel: we mold to the images our hosts or fellow vagabonds provide. ...
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