Friday, August 18, 2006

hi everyone, watsons old and new and those of you who are just fans of traveling or looking at blogs or whatever. i'm sitting in a coffee shop in oakland where i'll soon be asking for a job application and reflecting on my current state of mind which is a bit stunned to say the least. last night i had a sort of episode with a lot of crying and feeling lost and unsettled and frightened of the future. do you recent returnees know what i mean? it seems wierd that after this long year of arriving in completely unknown towns and cities and having to establish myself time and time again that i am now so frightened of life here. i guess i underestimated the mental challenges of "reintigration." part of it is just not having anyone to talk to about how trivial things seem to be here compared to the rest of the world (as i say this someone is yelling at the cashier about the consistancy of his late foam) and also the feeling that i shouldn't start every sentence with, "in cambodia . . . " or "this one time in rwanda. . .," even though i feel like my experiences from this year are the only thing i have to talk about at the moment. it really was such a blessing to be able to share experiences at the watson conference. i feel so privileged to be part of such an amazing and open minded group of individuals. i really hope we'll keep in touch and keep sharing how the watson has impacted our lives and goals. below is my address. as i said on the google blog, if you are in the area we have a fold out futon and i'd love to see any of you again.

amelia hight
305 63rd St. #4
oakland, california 94618

got to go fill out that application.

amelia

here's a picture of the rio grand in taos, new mexico, my home town. it was a great place to end my travels before coming to oak town. you guys should check it out if you are ever in the southwest.

1 Comments:

At 18/8/06 10:12 AM, Blogger whoami123 said...

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We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

 

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