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  • Babel

    November 30, 2008

    •  In his interesting blog discussing the relationship of violence and language, Hammoudi Abdelwahab proposes a multi-lingual philosophy as a bridge to peace - and he has spoken elsewhere about how cultures are enriched when people are prepared to engage with 'foreigners' in their native tongue. No defender of our common humanity could take issue with this. No one who has an educated, liberal and ...
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  • Dedication Blessings for La Tisa's Habitat for Humanity Home

    November 25, 2008

    •                             I headed down to the Dedication of La Tisa’s Habitat for Humanity home this past weekend.  A lot of energies, sweat (and in my case a little blood) went into building this house; but ultimately it was the cooperative goodwill work and sharing by many.  And more importantly, the sponsor who led the Dedication reminded us: "all those ...
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  • "Princes all of them"

    November 22, 2008

    • It´s been a tough week. I´ll just share my humble and imperfect, thus free, translation of Poema em Linha Reta by Álvaro de Campos (Fernando Pessoa):Poem in a Straight LineI´ve never met anyone who´d been beaten up. All my acquaintances have been champions in everything. And I, so often crude, so often filthy, so often vile, I, so often inarguably parasite, Unforgivably dirty. I, who so ...
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  • Memo from the British Isles

    November 5, 2008

    • The United States, the world, has a new President-elect.To enable a new era, he will need our goodwill. Whatever he gets wrong, he will need 'on the ground' support. He will need us not to lose faith in the primary vision.    ANYWAY"People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centredLove them anywayIf you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motivesDo good anywayIf ...
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  • Waiting Room

    January 16, 2008

    • Yesterday, for the first time in weeks, I got dressed in real clothes: my too-big jeans and a sweater. I put on boots and make-up. I found out what the weather was like by feeling it against my skin, instead of asking my family as they swept in from their busy lives. (It was COLD, wonderfully, slap in the face cold.) I was out in the world and life was good--even if my only destination was the ...
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