This was in the "Hendrix Today" email that I received today. I haven't read one of the daily newsletters in weeks, but for some reason I decided to tonight. This was one news item of interest:

Chicken N' BeerLike chicken wings? Like “beer”? Then join CRL in the Burrow tomorrow, Oct. 20, at 8 p.m. for free chicken wings, a root beer keg and the ( Read more... )

It's hard to say how I'm doing these days. I'm past the halfway point of my time in Ghana, and I miss Arkansas like crazy. However, I have the nagging suspicion that when December rolls around, I'll realize ( Read more... )

Pestilence.Well, another girl from my group is in the hospital, possibly with typhoid. That makes her the eighth person (out of a group of seventeen) to be sent to the hospital, two months into the program. Impressive. Despite the mosquito nets, the repellent, and the fact that we're all taking weekly or daily doses of anti-malarial prophylaxis, ( Read more... )

So, I'm back being 'involved' in things, despite my intentions to avoid any sort of organizing or activism during my stay in Ghana. When I say that, it seems like I'm trying to say, in a roundabout and cutesy way, "I'm a responsible and socially conscious person! Look at me! God, I'm so FUCKING GREAT." But I'm not saying that, I promise. Time and ( Read more... )

Wow, things are going on here. Last weekend was probably the best time I've had since first arriving here; some other Americans and I went to a mountain farming village* to look into helping out with fundraising for their primary school. Tomorrow, I'm going to a rally sponsored by Oxfam**, finally. More updates on both soon ( Read more... )

Ok. This is going to be long, really long.
I'm doing ok here, I really am. The past two months have thrown me more confusion than I ever dreamed of, and not just in the form of guilt over my relative wealth in the context of a developing nation. Being here makes me question my ideologies, my ambitions for the future, my relationships with my ( Read more... )

...that's what I want to be, and not just because I have nothing better to do during my classes than to make up rhymes and play Scattergories with myself. (Just think of some categories, then close your eyes and stab your finger down on a single letter in a paragraph of text. You're set!) Really, the classes here are...my goodness. There's very, ( Read more... )

And now, an Amusing Vignette ( Read more... )

Interesting thing. All summer long, I ran from my internal and external problems at full sprint because I just knew coming to Ghana would be such a decisive break from my previous life. Well, actually, I knew that that probably wouldn't really happen, but I found it easy to trick myself into thinking that it would. It grew to become a sick personal ( Read more... )

...that's how Ghanaians will say "a little bit", as in "I'm learning Twi, small small." (Twi is the language spoken by the largest ethnic group in the country. But, it's also how relevant this journal seems in the face of the insanity in New Orleans right now. I'll just try to finish converting my old journal entries into 1s and 0s so I won't have ( Read more... )