because motives matter
Sometimes every thing turns out just right. I had a productive week, making real progress on a couple of creative projects. Words seemed to flow, sometimes late at night, but I was very happy with what I got done. Creative work has its own exhilaration. And its own exhaustion. So we decided to take the… Continue reading a perfect day (AA4d)
Mate is the national drink of Argentina. (it's pronounced in two syllables, with a short e.) They put it in a gourd with hot water and pass it around, sipping it out of the same filtered straw, called a bombilla. When it’s gone they pour some more hot water out of a thermos into the… Continue reading the fountain of youth
I’ve referred to the parrots here, as a trope for the slightly exotic character of our surroundings. But I wouldn’t want to leave the wrong impression. I get a sense that the parrots are a nuisance bird. I got that impression when Ivan bought me a sling-shot the second day we were here and wanted… Continue reading they eat parrots, don’t they? (AA4c)
Katie and I are finding a new pace for our life, now that we are getting past the travel and tourist aspects of our trip. We are settling into our own routines, here on the edge of the mountains. I’m on sabbatical, which implies rest but in modern academia involves a set of expectations about… Continue reading a river runs through it (AA4b)
We found some fresh celery in the store yesterday and practically started dancing. Then, we found some broccoli that wasn’t limp and yellow. Cue the orchestra. Our search for fresh produce since we have been here has been largely unrewarded. There are vegetable stands everywhere, but they usually lack refrigeration and appear to only get… Continue reading in search of celery (AA4a)
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