Stan Rogers

As I prepared a turkey and did dishes and squeezed oranges this morning, I cranked iTunes and let Stan Rogers echo through my cement block house. [drawing by Anthony Hare] Those not familiar with Canadian folk legend Stan Rogers should get to know his work. From my memory, I remember that he was a son … [Read more…]

Pocketmod Runner

Kevin, you genius. Thanks for changing my life with the introduction of this pocketmod thing. I’ve been doing push-ups, sit-ups, practicing guitar, drinking water, keeping my closet tidy, keeping better track of my spending, video editing, learning more Spanish vocab and verbs all because of this sweet disposable PDA. Unfortunately, some of the editing components … [Read more…]

These past 7 days

[Ervin and Estuardo carrying blankets] Friday: I was in San Lucas Tolimán delivering aid to the victims of Hurricane Stan, walking down this pictured street, speaking to Amber on the phone when behold! I had to jump to the left because I was about to step into a fountain of urine proudly spouting from a … [Read more…]

Une Manque d’Electricité

We’ve been experiencing major power outages here in Tactic. The normal 1/8 of a second outages that switches my computer off and then laughs at me has been replaced with 8 hour outage assaults. Coincidentally, electrical circuitry in my brain seem to be in disrepair. I have been having an unusually difficult time speaking French, … [Read more…]

Lady in the Water

I’m so stoked! We are not of this world. (is “stoked” outdated? if it is, great! it’s time for a comeback – like fab! weirded out! groovy! and perhaps the most tubular of them all: gnarly!)

Torn by sympathies

So… forget it, here are the articles I’ve been reading regarding President Chavez in Venezuela, US foreign policy, Christian public reaction to Chavez, Chavez reaction to Pat Robertson, and reaction by non-Christians to Chavez kicking a mission agency out of Venezuela: some hi$tory of oil in Venezuela some ignorance towards Venezuela and Pres. Chavez some … [Read more…]

My Skin Hurts

[Apparently Canadians talk about the weather more than any other nationality] I shiver. This is Guatemala, not a lake in north Ontario in late November. Yet, I shiver. Poor little Blaise has a cold, so his nose whistles when he sleeps. His voice reveals he has a cold too. The past two nights Amber has … [Read more…]