tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55711821147870467002012-01-30T05:22:07.435-08:00in pursuit of some happinessamy elisabethnoreply@blogger.comBlogger531100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-46600754784558982382012-01-22T18:53:00.001-08:002012-01-25T05:52:19.854-08:00

As I mentioned in the last post, I'll be spending most of this week (and next) at the Pfeiffer Center for Biodynamic Agriculture in Chestnut Ridge, NY. They are hosting the Carbon Farming workshops, an exciting gathering of an incredible group of farmers and researchers, who'll be sharing their diverse and valuable knowledge regarding their research and personal experience with farming in a way

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-66265209461557031852011-12-27T08:50:00.000-08:002012-01-25T05:50:07.844-08:00

Ages do indeed pass. 1.5 years later I'm still here, still farming, and well, still smoking occasionally (ah well)It's been an incredible, beautiful journey and I'm happy to be trying to come back to my old friend, the blog. I've been hoping to share more about my life in farming, my passion for sustainable agriculture, and what I think that looks like. I may begin a new blog in the future, for

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-91822513467283360902010-07-11T11:23:00.000-07:002011-12-27T08:56:31.809-08:00

There is something about monumental changes in one's life that makes even the most familiar of comforts almost unrecognizable. Or perhaps in some cases, they simply lose their power in the face of grave deconstruction.Each coping mechanism I'd so dutifully relied upon in the last few years has turned out to be surprisingly unsatisfying. Journalling has become a passionless routine...what more can

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-12999145778597389502010-04-29T17:10:00.000-07:002011-12-27T08:54:19.341-08:00

I've documented my first attempt at making cheese, mozzarella to be exact. Though I wasn't overwhelmed by my success, I managed to make an edible cheese, and the satisfaction of eating homemade anything will always make me a happier woman. Here's to many more successes in the cheese-making department.

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-46369618578255478592010-04-26T20:41:00.000-07:002010-04-26T21:19:51.916-07:00

I've been here 4 days short of a month. These are the things I've learned or am in the process of learning. 1. To be aware of which way a knife closes.2. To be aware of what a plant looks like when it needs more water.3. How to hoe a long long trench even when I think I can't.4. To always reach under the chicken coop, even in the dark, because for some strange reason the two silky chickens ALWAYS

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-81226099393843165402010-04-22T21:17:00.001-07:002010-04-22T21:17:54.771-07:00

I love the silenceIt fills my time, 6 hours of work and then silence fills my steps. I sit in it all day. Observation and general contentment. The silence you experience alone has nothing to do with the types that can be experienced w others.And still, I don't know how this is changing me. I like to sit alone, mostly outside-- I'm saddened if I have to go in. There is always one last bit to the

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-1841908331538829092010-04-10T10:34:00.000-07:002010-04-10T10:53:32.708-07:00

Most people who know me are aware that I'm not much of a baby lover. Although intriguing little creatures, human babies tend to freak me out a bit, they seem so delicate and fragile. I've made jokes about it previously, but it seems to be coming true--the kids I love the most are not of the human sort--but baby goats! While I'm working on my human baby-loving self (they're coming along quite well

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-5728848963026056862010-03-19T10:36:00.000-07:002010-03-19T10:41:02.817-07:00

It is Farm Decision Time (FDT)I feel that the decision is kind of obvious in my gut, but I'm nervous to make a decision without talking it over with more people. Maybe I should make some calls today. or maybe I should trust myself. It's a fine line.Easy Living FoodEase- nice open lady in her 50’s. (no built in younger community) Focus on business trainingWilling and open to sharing businesses

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-5359784691634801672010-03-14T14:52:00.000-07:002010-03-14T15:30:13.080-07:00

This is what I've been up to the last 2 weeks. Google maps informs me that this equals about 1 day and 12 hours of driving. If possible, it has felt like more than that. It will all be worth it in 2 days once I'm finished with my farm visits and I've chosen one!Visits to 7 farms 1442 miles1 trip from Upland to Sac for a truck 415 miles 2 more farms to go 365 milesPeace of mind when I've chosen

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-54291446848701875412010-03-08T16:32:00.000-08:002010-03-08T16:36:44.898-08:00

Sigh. I'm in love with it. This is reason #235 I love being here. (maybe I should begin at the beginning of the list, I'll appear more credible.)

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-69530277069242587202010-03-08T16:27:00.001-08:002010-03-08T16:32:15.732-08:00

OMG my fellow climbing friends, I've got to tell you, I've discovered crack and it might kill, but it also makes you feel damn good! I am not, however, talking about the types of crack you might be imagining so i've included a picture. The long winding crack to the left the splits into a "Y" halfway up the wall...thats the beauty that I got today. Sweet sweet love it feels good to accomplish a

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-26330507446661937542010-03-08T16:25:00.000-08:002010-03-08T16:44:56.989-08:00

I took a very long drive the other day to explore the coast. Luckily and unluckily, there was a torrential downpour most of the day and an awe-inspiring storm to watch as I passed through small towns and wound my way along tiny roads. The farm was about an hour and a half from Santa Rosa, along Hwy 1 north of Jenner and waaaay into the middle of nowhere. It was perched at the end of a road in the

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-33781495340198991772010-02-15T16:43:00.000-08:002010-02-15T21:02:19.655-08:00

I've been blessed with an incredible gift recently (seriously kids, the Archangel Gabriel may as well have brought me this news). Stephan, a previous roommate in the Synchronicity house, graciously passed along his beermakin' supplies to me. This means that the Sacramento area has just had its most recent beermakin' fiend arrive within its city limits!! (ok, more or less, the supplies may be

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-53263217334645245262010-02-12T14:03:00.000-08:002010-02-12T15:16:23.969-08:00

I have an exciting secret I can finally unveiling to you, oh devout readership. I know that I informed everyone that I was moving to Sacramento, yet something I kept quiet is that I get to stay in a new and exciting location for the next 3 weeks. Roseville, said to be named for the most popular girl at a picnic in the beginnings of it's formation as a city, will be my newest location of excitment

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-81403266472448552142009-03-16T22:11:00.000-07:002009-03-16T22:51:33.294-07:00

I spent some time today shuffling through a box of my past. Never fear invisible audience, I'm not beginning with an endlessly cliché metaphor, I was literally looking through a literal box of old junk. My Junk. Strange newspaper clippings, old id cards, floppy disks with painfully cheesy poetry, stories I wrote in the second grade and a smattering of ribbons from random competitions throughout

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-64887608721244561612009-02-03T00:38:00.001-08:002009-03-16T22:52:21.919-07:00

If I write here, even when I have no time to commit to a deeply thought-out commentary on my life or the world at large, perhaps I will get into the habit. I would truly like to make this happen, therefore I write. Today, in a repeat of many of the days I've spent on this earth, I filled my time mindlessly by tearing apart my room and attempting to put myself back together again. My life-sized

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-56651121221759009882009-01-31T13:21:00.001-08:002009-01-31T13:21:29.079-08:00

scratch everything i've ever said.

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-14534235588852902432008-07-27T21:31:00.000-07:002008-07-27T23:55:13.693-07:00

Here I am. I'm finally developing the belief that I might have something to say that doesn't have something to do with an adventure. Something unusual and out of the ordinary. Perhaps I have things to say about everyday, questions, curiosities,concerns.It's been quite a few months since i've written here. it's possible that no one will read it, but i think i'm ok with that scenario, as well as

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-54989613783934584842007-10-27T02:03:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:19:45.902-08:00

Ok, ok, Well, I am no longer in Bolivia. Perhaps this would signal to some people that my blog should be over, but let's face it, I've been pouring my heart out onto this silly page since last April, why ever should I stop now? Upland, CA and the struggles of reentering life in suburban Southern California is every bit as trying and ridiculous as living in another culture for months on end...ok

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-71388305311631582612007-10-01T19:24:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:19:47.692-08:00

Yes, the incredible and impossible has occured. Photos have surfaced from our trip to the Salar, and so i have decided to take a moment to share the joys of our experience with you, dedicated reader. While we didnt have an incredible amount of time before the soon-to-be-wounded stephanie took that fated jump, we managed to take advantage of our time with the salar.yes, we did sleep in here.My

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-72057876228495895562007-09-22T12:19:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:19:47.862-08:00

Just a moment to share a second in the lives of Amy and Heather Rose, residents of 179 San Martin

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After sleeping in the next morning until about noon, Casey, Steph, Heather and I ventured out of the apartment to get breakfast. As we walked around the main plaza looking for salteñas, we noticed that people were beginning to shout and run towards a corner of the plaza. I was concerned to say the least, and we thought better about going further into the center. As a last thought though, I asked

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-49242143505134649862007-09-16T11:34:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:19:48.682-08:00

The celebration of the formation of a country is a beautiful and important date to commemorate. This is something that makes sense to me. Cities too, large or small, often take joy in the official date of their creation and often hold parades, picnics, or other jovial activities for people to participate in. I would, however, like to get the number of the person who decided that Cochabamba gets

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-91308109144639219032007-09-11T15:43:00.001-07:002008-12-10T12:19:53.357-08:00

This is going to be a very special edition of my sporadic blogging...a tribute and overview of our travels exactly one week since we've returned to the Land of Cocha.(Here begins the slow, endearing music that makes us nostalgic)We were so young and naive, full of hope for our time in the Salar de Uyuni, oh the days!We never would have guessed however how things would turn out. Our walk through

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-87399532743763918862007-09-03T08:03:00.001-07:002008-12-10T12:19:54.057-08:00

Friday afternoon we arrive in Puno, a small Peruvian town situated on the western end of Lake Titicaca. We have heard from friends that there are floating islands offshore that we can spend the night on.All we have is a phone number of some place and nothing more. So Amy calls the number, has a frantically confusing phone call with a man who hangs up on her after a few minutes convinced that all

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-67529090084445963762007-09-01T14:18:00.001-07:002007-09-03T07:46:26.711-07:00

Tuesday evening we arrived in Uyuni, scampered accross the street to our icebox hostel and booked our tour for the next day. The three of us finally decided we would only spend one day in the Salar so we could make it to Peru before the end of our travel time. Wednesday morning we hopped into our 4WD vehicle with a nice Bolivian family (what a catch! no Europeos for us!) and as a last minute

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-68232169369746035612007-08-28T08:54:00.000-07:002007-08-28T09:00:33.387-07:00

After planning to travel for months and months now, Steph, Mariah and I have finally made it out of Cochabamba!Since steph was much more enthusiastic about her description of the lastest events in our escape from the world of Cochabamba...i´m giving ya´ll a link to her page... as long as you promise to keep in mind she has a tendency to exaggerate.a lot. www.stephenbolivia.blogspot.comSo the

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-42000448959227033402007-08-26T14:28:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:19:57.160-08:00

The last whirlwind of my time in FSD has been insane, and i've yet to believe that i've finished not only my internship, but my project as well.I never thought that we would see a reaction like we did, this friday, as we introduced the women to the new seed bank. An excitement i never imagined rippled through the group and their voices rose and fell as they called to each other the names of the

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-54590606239925652432007-08-13T06:30:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:19:58.082-08:00

The beauty of life has continued. Since my last entry i've experienced miracles in my internship, by which i mean some work actually began to occur on my project. After what seemed like forever, a week perhaps, we were finally able to find common ground on what it means to have ¨concrete¨ things in a project; names, dates, times, amounts of money, and the necessity of these little beauties. That

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-36292416341323654282007-07-31T18:35:00.000-07:002007-07-31T18:59:59.932-07:00

Whoever placed in my idealistic mind that winning something should somehow always be all fun and games...i have a word for, thats the truth. I´ve won a grant, thats the incredible and exciting part. The flip side? I have to make my project happen now. This sounds like the obvious, but truly, if i thought that my emotional stability levels and general ability to well, function as a human being,

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-60542023745659253462007-07-16T12:56:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:19:58.413-08:00

I´ve been getting lazy with my updates here, so I give you this offering of my thoughts about the last 2 weeks. The truth is, I think the world has changed in the last fourteen days. It has expanded and shrunken, continually transforming my vision and perceptions of life, Bolivia, god, and myself. It’s been beautiful and hard. Perhaps the 2 words you’ll hear me say most often here,

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-29107319390399126672007-07-11T19:22:00.000-07:002007-07-16T15:02:37.977-07:00

the incredible mariah schoppman shared this quote with me, and naturally its profundity and relevance to my life here in bolivia, as well as to all who may be reading my blog, resulted in my inabilitly to not help but share it."Love and Living" by Thomas Merton"Love is, in fact, an intensification of life, a completeness, a fullness, a wholeness of life. We do not live merely in order to

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-88781681081730858622007-07-06T11:16:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:19:59.231-08:00

One thing i discovered that i´m learning here in Cochabamba is patience. Good ol´dial up certainly takes its time...and after all that it only took 10 minutes to load one picture. I chose well and made it the bedroom that i´m in right now, in the house with Mother Frida and Brother Gerardo. now that it sounds like im in a convent or perhaps even more frightening version of communal living, i

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-24015718805829179042007-07-03T16:12:00.000-07:002007-07-03T16:32:09.489-07:00

I started a conversation with my dad about governments and their role, its something that i´ve been thinking on sporatically for a while, and so i figured, since it eventually got around to Bolivia, that i would post some of this for you all as well. This is especially pertinent to me because of the increased talk about Santa Cruz´s (a state as well as city in Bolivia, like Cochabamba)desire for

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-55734841378954015402007-06-25T18:57:00.000-07:002007-06-25T19:51:42.106-07:00

After much too much delay, you are all being welcomed into my living room...or rather, the city of my life. I´ve always known that I would love cities...it was something inate about me, but if I love cities...and Los Angeles the city of contridictions and oxymorons was the first to capture my heart, then it is appropriate that Cochabamba, Bolivia would be the second to begin the journey of

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-17978325160519651742007-06-24T14:32:00.000-07:002007-06-24T15:07:01.608-07:00

I´m still alive despite some popular disbelief! I wasn´t sure how well I´d take the seperation from Steph, my bolivian sister and compañera, but so far, 2 days later Í´m still kicking and I´ll bet she is too. Ive been transitioning into FSD-life since Friday at 12 noon. I packed up my room after my last language lesson at Runawasi and Jaime, my 17 year old brother, called me a cab. I was saddened

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-47894368405895380312007-06-19T11:17:00.000-07:002007-06-19T12:48:29.799-07:00

This entry is mostly going to be an excerpt from a book that i am reading. Its name is Gracias! A Latin American Journal. by Henri Nouwen. It is the journal he kept in the 1980s as a missionary who went to study Spanish and work in Peru and Bolivia. It holds the every day experience of his language learning, his struggle in a new culture, and his desire to seek after god in the things that he saw

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-43469028676328833302007-06-17T16:21:00.000-07:002007-06-17T16:49:55.760-07:00

Tomorrow Ill have been here in Cochabamba for 2 weeks. Ill have experienced a birthday party and a baptism(which are certainly celebrated in hilariously similar ways) and (crossing fingers) perhaps im actually getting the hang of this.If by "the hang of this" i actually mean i havent exploded, hid under my bed, or been kicked out of the country. I consider these all incredible feats, and in the

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-55384081535055578942007-06-08T14:05:00.000-07:002007-06-08T14:21:34.593-07:00

Cochabamba, How Beautiful!Steph and I made it to Bolivia!! and Cochabamba the city, which we finally just visited is more than i can describe. The beauty here makes no sense, just like in any other place deserving of love, and so i am excited to get to know it better. We live in villa juan XXIII a community about 15 minutes outside of the main city. my family is kind.. there is walter, ellie,

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-7382120464711408892007-06-03T22:53:00.000-07:002007-06-03T22:54:53.877-07:00

The month has passed. I will be on another of those confounded planes in 14 hours. note to self: time sucks when you count down to big things. p.s. stop counting down.

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-49878416713114263972007-04-30T22:06:00.000-07:002007-04-30T22:10:47.159-07:00

i am home tomorrow. and i never knew that i would be prepared to finish. it is the perfect timing. and now i will embrace azusa like i never knew i wanted to. processing will come later. and as i told the E. Riders tonight,Thank you to the Equality Ride and to my friends for teaching me the meaning of audacious faith. in God, in humanity, in peace and love and justice and truth. For believing we

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-75827140119142794042007-04-30T15:30:00.000-07:002007-05-02T10:50:43.682-07:00

I'm finding the places in my heart i had forgotten about, or perhaps, simply never thought could be reconciled together. The Equality Ride has drawn to an end, and cruelly, the pace didn't allow for me to continue blogging through the last month. and i'm not quite ready to recount it all right now in this peaceful place. I ordered a vegan pizza with bell pepper, broccoli, and delicious soy

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-32543392905558098942007-04-08T00:30:00.000-07:002007-05-02T10:40:25.530-07:00

We're past the halfway mark and i know i'll be home before we know it. The last few days have been wonderful because we're on break until this next tuesday. To be honest, after Bob Jones i need some serious recovery time. i got to stay behind the crowd in Charleston, South Carolina with Katie at her parents house while the group went on to myrtle beach.I felt pampered and almost as if i've

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-48039215632718606232007-04-07T23:57:00.000-07:002007-04-30T22:20:35.027-07:00

Our worst-case scenarios came true at this stop. Speaking to a someone earlier today i articulated finally what i had been feeling about BJU for the last few days, " If someone had walked up to me a punched me in the face as I approached the school, i would not have been nearly as wounded as what truly occured there. The power of words is something that has increasingly become more and more clear

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-91519274778513139612007-04-07T23:54:00.000-07:002007-04-30T22:15:21.348-07:00

who knew?Samford is located in one of the deep southern states we have visited. in Alabama and Birmingham at that was one of the places where the hardest civil rights battles were fought and today was home to one of the schools that brought us in. It was only the second so far on the ride to allow us on the campus, welcoming and participating in dialogue. It was a short short day, but one of

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-9277717162631065762007-03-25T20:58:00.000-07:002007-03-25T21:08:52.988-07:00

I can't express the hilarity of it all. The court ordered Katie, Vince and I to community service for four days. The judge, however, obviously had never worked at the park and recreational facilities, nor was he aware of the joyful simplicity of the work, or the loving people, or that we would be invited to stay at an amazing home nearby of newly discovered friends here in Mississippi. Nor did he

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-68716869122329888822007-03-24T14:51:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:19:59.877-08:00

More has happened in the last 48 hours than I could have ever anticipated; Mississippi has successfully created an unforgettable earmark in the Ride for me. As we approached the school Thursday morning I was still recovering from the 8 hour drive a small group of us Equality Riders had made the night before from Waco, TX, reuniting those who had sat in jail for 25 hours after our Baylor

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-22965594763930715702007-03-14T20:26:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:20:00.558-08:00

By the time we reached OBU the morning we were due for our visit, we’d received the reprieve of hospitality...informing us we would not only NOT be allowed on campus as visitors as assured up until that time, we would also be arrested if we attempted to go to the church for chapel service. And so we walked up the public street through Oklahoma Baptist up to the front of their beautiful chapel,

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-25357125564769531482007-03-10T20:32:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:20:01.985-08:00

As for myself, I entered Springfield, Missouri with the tiniest seed of apprehension; if Sioux Center brought such mixed signals in the first hours of our arrival, would all of our stops bring vandalizing slander and juxtaposed acceptance? My well founded fear was unneeded however, because Central Bible College had only one stance on our visit there: repudiation. We woke early and held a vigil

amy elisabethnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5571182114787046700.post-28469400810669931892007-03-08T17:55:00.000-08:002008-12-10T12:20:02.761-08:00

Dordt was an incredible stop. Our presentation, "loving like Jesus"The debate was absolutely packed out.

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Here in the midst of Equality Ride training, I'm already challenged and stretched and changed in preparation for the ride we are about to embark on. After tonight I am here in my heart, and I can feel the flesh that makes me, me. The questions that make me who I amEarlier today I had a long hard conversation with another rider about the lives of lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, or queer (from

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After days of dead-end travel we've arrived in Minneapolis. We got to sleep the evening away in Phoenix, AX and I was thrilled to be able to experience the Home Alone scenario of frantic travelers, limited seats on planes, and corners of public space snatched for short patch-worked layers of sleep. For better or worse, I failed to take the situation seriously and laughed for hours at the sequence

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holding my breath won't keep the next twenty-four hours from coming.12:35pm tomarrow I'll smile at you from a window in the sky.Minneapolis, MN pulls us from all over the country. strings affixed to souls and sinews. we're coming.

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