Starting this last Tuesday, I've been working with my stepdad. He's painting the interior of a new Arvest Bank in a nearby town and I'm trying to learn how to put paint on a wall. What better way to re-enter American life than to spend eight hours a day with the meaningless business cordialities of bank tellers, the equally meaningless small talk ( Read more... )

That's what I'm doing, in three hours.

This isn't interesting, because I'm not trying to make it interesting. My only reason in writing it is self-pity, and the fact that I'm too furious to sleep ( Read more... )

With less than two weeks left in Ghana and a busy exam schedule between now and my departure date, I'm already regretting everything about everything. I've really traveled around Ghana very little compared to most of the other people here in ISEP group; partly that's because personal factors usually made me uninterested in exploring, and partly it' ( Read more... )

Assignment.Tomorrow morning I leave for Yonso, the village that I've already visited twice before. This time, though, I'm going by myself and I'm staying for a week. I'll be staying with someone from my friend Danso's family, although Danso himself won't be there this time. I don't really know what to expect this time around. I told Danso -- who ( Read more... )

Chapter One
It's been a long, long time since the glory days when I'd play Go for hours almost every day with Jake Pesicek in Couch Hall and secretly enjoy passers-by watch us curiously for awhile before wandering away saying "I just don't understand that game." I liked the game's mystique, even the cheap plastic set that Jake had; I frankly liked ( Read more... )

"moving on ( Read more... )

So I went to a funeral the other day which almost erupted into a fistfight...
I've been really reluctant to write much lately because I'm already staring at a computer for hours every day at the video-editing studio that we've hired to make our informational short. "We" being six Americans (including me) and Kwabena Danso, the organizer of the ( Read more... )

EDIT: I drink, I read the news, I get melodramatic. Sorry.

Dear Mr. Fitzgerald,

Make them pay. Please.

WANTS ( Read more... )