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j: there’s a goat competing with me for leg room on the tro. the goat’s winning.
dan: that happened to me going to rachel’s! they tickle
j: lol…so true. fyi, this convo is making the blog.
dan: gail would be so proud!
scene: in a tro early morning waiting to go to accra (3 hr trip) for a u.s. embassy holiday bazaar. the tro is taking forever to fill (so i’ll probably be late to set up), it’s hot (so i’ll probably be sweaty and dirty looking in front of clean, fancy embassy people), and then i feel something brush against my leg. i ignore it. it happens again. i look down and, of course, it’s a goat….there was a goat under my seat for 45 minutes before i even noticed it. it makes its way out from under the seat and just roams about freely in my personal floor space. i spend the duration of the trip with my legs elevated on the rear wheel well trying to avoid dirty goat wind flying in my face. FML
conversations w/ my mom:
mom: i saw the pictures of you from fr. john. your hair has grown a lot! do you wear those flip flops every day? there was that picture of you in the black dress and you had them on, then that picture of you in jeans and you were wearing the same ones.
j: i was at an hiv/aids conference like 8 hours away from my site for a week. i had to leave straight from there to fr. john’s village so i was already traveling with a big, heavy bag.
mom: oh okay, i see. well, it doesn’t look like you’ve lost much weight.
[a separate convo]
j: hi! how are you? i’m so excited to come home!
mom: yes, we are all excited!
j: *sees someone she knows* hi, martin! how’s it going? okay, i’ll see you later!
mom: who were you talking to? someone that lives there?
j: yea, one of the peace corps trainers that lives here.
mom: oh, they speak english?
j: they were colonized by the british.
mom: so have you lost any weight?
in summary: i’ve been here for a year and my mother knows nothing about where i live or what i do. her only concern is how i look. at least now i know that my superficiality is hereditary. FML











-Marilyn Young, Historian
in reference to the war on iraq under the FIRST bush. looks like things are just as they were over a decade ago. is this what we call "progress"?...
a must read!!!: A People's History of the United States by Howard Zinn








