For seven days in Nepal I neither washed nor changed clothes. It was liberating. If you don't smell why clean up? Today, I sit at the desk wearing my dark blue short sleeve oxford for the third time in five days and ooooh, whiffs of something not good is not good. In Nepal it was too cold to sweat, two days ago I walked back to the grotto, temps are about 90 degrees by mid afternoon now, and I shouldn't have worn this shirt again. Well, this is the last day before we begin teaching next week. I'll wear a tie again, maybe polish the shoes, shave as usual and I'll look as professional as I can muster.
Why are decisions that break up the daily routine so hard to make? I'd like to cross the border, do a little shopping, have an American burger, maybe catch a movie, but to do this means getting in a taxi for an hour and when I return to the city of my grotto it's another taxi for another hour, a chunk of change totaling $52.
If doing a little shopping, having a burger and seeing a movie is worth it then why hesitate? I don't think I'm lazy, it comes down to what is valued. This is going to be a last minute decision for Saturday. Otherwise my weekend will be what it has been for exactly five months. Five months.
I have thoroughly enjoyed 'East of Eden'. Samuel Hamilton is the kind of man you follow. Few books read so poetically like Steinbeck's work. Ten years of school wouldn't teach me to write the way he writes. A natural, God-given talent he was. Sure, school could clean me up, show me the hows and whats but the creative element can't be taught. Right?
The problems with movies I'm seeing is all the relationships work somehow in the end. Will I have to wait for the end of my movie to meet someone? And there has been a tendency this week where events in movies connect with me and I know there is no coincidence in this. Movies, like a good book, generalize, touching all aspects of the human endeavor and we're likely to relate to something in the trivialized tragedy. It's just dumb.
I probably shouldn't watch these movies but considering there are only five channels plus two news channels to watch, surfing is a quicky. And shall I then close off another vessel to the outside world, well, if it's leaving me miserable I guess so. In the meantime, the tesol conference is in two weeks, I've got to find a tailor and take up a pair trousers, buy a small suitcase for two nights in the big little D, copy my cv, book a hotel somewhere in the bani yas square area, ya da ya da.
Why are decisions that break up the daily routine so hard to make? I'd like to cross the border, do a little shopping, have an American burger, maybe catch a movie, but to do this means getting in a taxi for an hour and when I return to the city of my grotto it's another taxi for another hour, a chunk of change totaling $52.
If doing a little shopping, having a burger and seeing a movie is worth it then why hesitate? I don't think I'm lazy, it comes down to what is valued. This is going to be a last minute decision for Saturday. Otherwise my weekend will be what it has been for exactly five months. Five months.
I have thoroughly enjoyed 'East of Eden'. Samuel Hamilton is the kind of man you follow. Few books read so poetically like Steinbeck's work. Ten years of school wouldn't teach me to write the way he writes. A natural, God-given talent he was. Sure, school could clean me up, show me the hows and whats but the creative element can't be taught. Right?
The problems with movies I'm seeing is all the relationships work somehow in the end. Will I have to wait for the end of my movie to meet someone? And there has been a tendency this week where events in movies connect with me and I know there is no coincidence in this. Movies, like a good book, generalize, touching all aspects of the human endeavor and we're likely to relate to something in the trivialized tragedy. It's just dumb.
I probably shouldn't watch these movies but considering there are only five channels plus two news channels to watch, surfing is a quicky. And shall I then close off another vessel to the outside world, well, if it's leaving me miserable I guess so. In the meantime, the tesol conference is in two weeks, I've got to find a tailor and take up a pair trousers, buy a small suitcase for two nights in the big little D, copy my cv, book a hotel somewhere in the bani yas square area, ya da ya da.
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