Thursday, April 24, 2008
bag quest
"I am leaving in a few hours on the midnight bus to David, Chiriqui. From there I will hire the 4X4 to take me to Soloy, the small village in the jungle. I will meet with the women again, hike into the mountains to meet “the elders”, listen to their legends and stories, and buy one last round of bags. Each time I go, I deepen the relationships and their trust of me. Most helpful foreigners come once and don’t return. I need them to feel that I will always return. This will be my last exactly foreseeable visit. I can’t tell them exactly when I’ll be back, but I can tell them that I will be back."
Sarah's bag quest
Sarah's bag quest
Friday, November 09, 2007
To be, we have to think
It's the guard and you the living who are in prison, the ultimate prison from which you cannot escape because you do not know that you are incarcerated. Your happiness is the happiness of ignorance and your ignorance is it that keeps you in the prison, which is your life.-Ken Saro-Wiwa, Africa Kills Her Sun
Labels: Remembering Saro Wiwa, The Dream
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Istanbul Grille
There is little else one needs in life than a healthy supply of corba, kebap and ayran. This has to be the greatest Pittsburgh day I have ever lived. Even better than that time when I found out I could get fresh, hot masala dosas delivered to my door step.
Labels: The Dream