7 November 2011

Glenwood, Durban

Come here rude boy. Boy, can you get it up?
Come here rude boy. Boy is you big enough?
Take it, take it, baby, baby
Take it, take it, love me love me.
Tonight I’mma let you be the captain
Tonight I’mma let you do your thing, yeah
Tonight I’mma let you be a rider
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up babe
Tonight I’mma let it be fire
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23 October, 2011
Glenwood, Durban

It’s another Sunday, and I’m sitting at my ‘desk’, looking out at the night sky while sipping from a mug of rooibos tea.  It’s been an intense week of reading archival documents, living in a new place, and making new friends.  I find myself once again exhausted, and needing strangely to be alone to ( Read more... )

16 October 2011
Glenwood, Durban
                I am absolutely exhausted.  This is the most tired I’ve been since I slept off all that flying-across-the-world exhaustion nearly a month ago.  Granted, yesterday was a packed day-I went to an art museum in the morning, OccupyDurban  and the BAT Centre (an art community) in the afternoon, made dinner ( Read more... )

1 October 2011
Glenwood, Durban

It’s been a busy first full week here in South Africa; or at the very least, I’ve kept my self semi-occupied as I began to try to slowly build a routine, gain confidence in my surroundings, and feel more comfortable where I am.  I’ve been on the internet entirely too much for any one human being to justify, and ( Read more... )

26 September 2011
The Corner Café
Glenwood, Durban

It’s a bright and breezy Monday afternoon in Durban, and it’s bizarre to realize that a week ago I was preparing for my last full day in America for a while.  My graduate student (and Protestant?) work ethic has me thinking that this first full weekday means that I should get rapidly into the swing ( Read more... )

Sunday, 25 September 2011
Glenwood, Durban

I guess this is as good a place and time to write as any.  It’s been weird, gathering my ‘sea legs’ as it were, since I’ve arrived.  I’d been relatively non-emotional today, although the first night was a bit difficult.
I currently occupy a generously kitted out granny flat in Glenwood a neighborhood ( Read more... )

After a long, only marginally productive day, I went to the gym this afternoon to get in a brief weights session and run.  While the work out was mostly uneventful (except for a new 3 mile run record--25:35, woot!), the post-workout was anything but ( Read more... )

 The Champaign Public Library Coffee Shop has a box of poems they have next to the coffee.  Sometimes I take them.  Today's made me incredibly happy ( Read more... )

Help, I have lost myself again. Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found. Yet, I think that I might break. Lost myself again and I feel unsafe. Be my friend, hold me.
Sia, "Breathe Me"I have decided that for now, my motto will simply be, 'Ngiyazama.' Ngiyazama means, simply, "I am trying" in Zulu. When I first began to attempt to speak with ( Read more... )

"The way the Zulus saw her was as alien as the mentality of the Incas.  They were entirely otherwise.  At the same time they were as familiar to her as her own hands, familiar as Rose, Estella, Millicent Dhlomo.  Nine million Zulus shared a universe.  That there were yet greater universes--a Swahili universe, a Chinese universe--made her head hurt ( Read more... )