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Terry of I See Invisible People bequeathed upon me a Thinking Blogger Award. Thanks, Terry!
Besides Terry, (whose blog I read daily) here are five more awards of my own given out to those people whose provocative insights have deeply affected my perspective and challenged my thinking. They’re worth a read, and truly deserve a Thinking Blog Award.
“What makes a place special is the way it buries itself inside the heart, not whether it’s flat or rugged, rich or austere, wet or arid, gentle or harsh, warm or cold, wild or tame. – Richard Nelson (as qtd in Beyond the Last Village by Alan Rabinowitz)
original image by shamash
A few days at Inle Lake is good for the soul. Read on for a photo journal.
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Sherry tagged me with the meme “have or must have collections of poetry”. The exercise inspired me to re-visit my bookshelf. Here are a few.
photo by Heidi Lynne Photography
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reveler: (n.) one who engages in uproarious festivities and merry-making
Jeeps full of kids with super-sonic water pistols that look like they came straight out of Star Wars pump streams of water on passers-by. Loud speakers from the pandals pump techno-beats, rock and roll, and 80’s remixes, especially the remix of “What’s Up.” Street venders sell deep-fried crickets, barbequed sparrows, and hot samosas.
The wildest, wettest festivity in the world doesn’t happen in Thailand or South America’s Carnival, but in this country Somewhere in Asia. It’s four days long, and promises to bring out your inner child. Or inner monster. Or a little bit of both.
(image_by John Hersey)
These days, conversations about relationships, sexual attraction, and the woes of modern dating are never-ending, no matter what your age or gender.
The garden. After school. A glass of chilled white wine. Free Spirit, fresh in from Hanoi, has just arrived, her guitar slung around her shoulder. Behind me, in my artist's studio, all sorts of pastels, and oil paints, and paint brushes sit waiting for next week's art class. Creativity seems to flourishing these days in this city "Somewhere in Asia."
Lately I’ve been trying to figure out what to do with the second half of my life. (image via)
Like Chris Corrigan, I ask myself these questions:
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Asia
It’s high. It’s cool. It’s invigorating. It’s how I like my Friday nights in the sexiest city in
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