you never knew could never get to

me puse a renovar mi blog. primero, eran las fotos de africa, los sospechos mau-mau de kenya, las mapas europeanos, etc. por tamanho demasiado grande de los imagenes y por no querer distraerles los lectors, tuve que cambiarlas. entonces me acordei del ambiente del museo de arte moderno en caracas. crearon un ambiente el cual me ha gustado lo mas de cualquier museo, sin abonarse de muchos recursos, con la mayoria de los obras por (artesinos/artistas/obreros?) locales. se puede encontrar agnieska como waldo en el background

frank brought date over and duylinh and i had the sofa turned verically on its side, crawling along the filthy carpet, searching... i can explain. i can explain. the girl offered to help, talked about sushi, and claimed to make excellent pancakes. put your money where your mouth is champ, go write your ten minute play.

better i play "sounding board" for the thermodynamics students

nena you can say focus, specialization, emphasis in the place of especializacion or profundizacion, the kiss is customary because in real life it is customary on the internet the (k) is customary, and it is customary to write the word minor or emphasis on a CV. but don't confuse the two. nene, only girls and gays say nene, nene. i'm not a jealous person. costenho = corroncho, and the conspiracy may be devoid of bad intentions on your part, but not on mauricio's. i'm just curious, and, wait--in your case you would say certification, because they were separate certificates--only if you want me to, just tell me what you want me--in your case, it is indeed specialization or emphasis.
fold it. seal the envelope. put it in the mailbox. it's over. it's over. take a nap.

abraham lincoln

i found the graphic that got the professor of a class entitled "Africa and the United States" in trouble

it only takes one...

journey of man is a movie with pretty pictures and a scientist. accessible to the public. the message: "we are all africans"

chicken kiev, roast chicken, beans cooked with leftover chicken bones, vietnamese rice porridge with shredded chicken, pretzels. it is difficult to find a small chicken these days. if you roast a chicken try packing some crushed ice under the skin of the breast, this way it will cook more slowly than the dark meat and they finish at the same time. i hate chicken

i am doing lessons on the french website but i keep dreaming in spanish. frank's mother came for the weekend. i am working the front desk. one student came up and sat in the chair next to me and put her feet up on the desk. "so jesse, what are you gonna do with your life?"

good journalism from the new york times this weekend:
inmate health
famous fool

perhaps a picture i took in nigeria will end up in a book. also pictures from many unsuspecting websites that will be altered enough to evade copyright law.

il faut que je suive mes cours de francais, mais alors, ils sont plutot ennuyeux quand on les prend tres rapidement comme ci. aussi pour que je pouve finir mon dispute avec alf sur les flics, je vous partire avec un dit de le film 'la haine,' lequel je vient de me rappeler: il y a bon keufs, mais le seul bon skin est un mort

herriak ez du barkatuko!

calvin and hobbes crack me up every time

hojas secas

i was sidling out of this tiny shop and i realized i was in china, but i kept speaking spanish to people though i didn't think they would understand it. i was trying to figure out how i had gotten there. where had i come from?

the day was spent getting together ingredients to make chicken kiev. i hated it. surya and karan started making plans for me for where i could go visit when i was in bangladesh and definitely we'll meet up if i'm in india for the summer. i said that bangladesh is one of 80 or so countries i'd go to, so let's not make plans just yet.

and i knew the permanency would drift...

is this the chris they name in the AI director announcements?

chris loses herself when she meets new types of people. it is fascinating for her how people can exist as they do. she likes to have a compact idea of what a people are before she meets them, then she turns manic when this idea is shattered. i think all that is left for her to discover are the japanese, whom she still firmly believes are maniacs who randomly scream and call it a language. if it's the wrong chris, you have the profile of an AI election loser

smart as a broom

it was backlit by several fluoresecent tubes this streetside proletarian billboard that evangelical churches capitalize upon the most. the plan is officer que repiente nos sentimos que tuvimos que partirnos de esa maldita pachanga and this is only a ritual to cleanse ourselves. i said kirk watson where do you get off using the word circumvent or quiza it was circumscribe-correlate-conjunction. he said i have a college degree, in linguistics no less, i'm a mothafuckin' word smith. smith it i says he comes up with the word semenaphorous, which it is soon revealed is a literary critic's term for ribald gesticulations being used to replace human emotion. i said next car shows up i'll show them it's usually cops but for my case it was frank and i sure told it to him. it was his mom that came over tonight. "pruebela y sabras" chevere, senhora.

i bumped into the brazilian girl and she gave the murder look but i just said com licencsa and that made her show all her teeth and hug and forgive me. defrauding watson of his black label and saying com licencsa and e voce? to the girl and embarassing duylinh made the night successful, particularly since i conveniently forgot the bread and eat it myself now.

warmest regards
jesse

he was prematurely retired let's just say that

one of my students has been told many times that a college degree is the key to getting rich, so he's always asking me how much money i'm making now that i have a college degree, what kind of car i'm driving. i say i don't really want so much money as long as i'm not bored. but if you wanted, you could get a good job? sure i could, i says. they say he's out for the season the one with electrical circuits. just imagine either they gotta share the current or the voltage. i have a rival walk-in tutor who uses the water-pressure analogy to explain circuits to the students.

spring break '97 part four is coming up very soon. we have to decide on the volcano or the beach or a mad rush to do both. i need to finish my essay on the indians but i'm almost done locating pictures for the JDY Peel transcript. i wonder if my name will be on the publisher's page. image layout: Sam Saverance and Jesse Lovegren. four hundred years later researchers will note this as my first contribution to the world of published books after sifting through eight thousand works and finally find a 17th century painting by a dane showing a woman using scissors to clip her fingernails, then they will find this book, then it all comes together.

one of the TA's informed me that a picture i put in a powerpoint for a class last semester, depicting Abraham Lincoln, drunk and surrounded by prostitutes, composing the emancipation proclamation, nearly caused a formal complaint at the dean's office by a student.

i'd no hard weather gear

mi primera cita fue algo de una locura, empezou el ensayo de philip, que estaba pendiente para su clase de espanhol III, continuing education. yo le ayudaba, mas el era mi enemigo en RISK, y por eso cada vez que me ataqueaba, le dije algo para escribir que le hiciera parecer menos agradable y cada vez que les ataqueaba a mis otros enemigos le dije algo que le hiciera parecer mas agradable. el ensayo salio como una narrativa de un personaje contrariado, con una complexidad casi natural. lo mejor era que le gane y les gane a cada quien al fin y al cabo de siete horas de jugadas llenas de gritos, maldiciones, y pactos rotos.

in reception weekend we wish to hold a high society, a feast and merrymaking, and eeyore's birthday, a la mexican weekend in september, which reminds me that the mexicans should come if they are capable. in any case we owe them a visit

for circulation

Dr Ian Taylor of the School of International Relations, University of St. Andrews St. Andrews Fife Scotland
KY16 9AL United Kingdom
Tel: +44 (0)1334 472926
Fax: +44 (0)1334 462937
has requested us to protect academic freedom


Professor Kenneth Good (of the Department of Political and Administrative Studies, University of Botswana) and I have co-authored an academic paper "PRESIDENTIAL SUCCESSION IN BOTSWANA: NO MODEL FOR AFRICA". It was due to be presented to a departmental seminar this week.

The paper is a critique of what we both see as growing autocracy in the so-called "model of Africa" - which many of you may be familiar with through the idyllic portrayal in the Mma Ramotswa books by Alexander McCall Smith.

On Friday evening (18th) around 5 three men arrived at Ken's house, did not identify themselves, were carrying handcuffs, and told Ken that he had a message from the President - Ken was now a Prohibited Immigrant and was given 48 hours to leave the country. Someone had presumably leaked the paper before it could be presented.

If you don't know Ken, he is 72 and has a young daughter who is still at school. They live alone together.

The only other time when has been deported was by Ian Smith in Rhodesia. Smith gave him longer to leave than government of Botswana did.

Ken has prepared an urgent submission to the High Court. The judge has ordered Immigration not to harass Ken and his daughter in the interim, and that the government must appear on 7 March to consider all this.

PLEASE publicise this as much as possible in the interests of free speech and academic integrity. This is an attack on scholarship and liberty - and it is being done by the so-called "shining beacon of African democracy".

ANY publicity you can get for this would be very helpful. A letter, e-mail etc to the papers etc.

These two addresses might be good to start at:

Office of the President
P/Bag 001
Gaborone
op.registry@gov.bw
Tel: +267 3950800
Fax: +267 3950858

Mr. R.O. Sekgororoane
(Chief Immigration Officer)
P. O. Box 942
Gaborone
rsekgororoane@gov.bw
Tel: +267 361-1301
Fax: +267 314-286

Many thanks for your time.

Best,

Ian


Dr Ian Taylor
School of International Relations
University of St. Andrews
St. Andrews
Fife
Scotland KY16 9AL
United Kingdom

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image galleries

some good collections of images i've found while doing my work...
Philadelphia Folklore Project The Atlantic Slave Trade and
Slave Life in the Americas: A Visual Record CLOTH ONLY WEARS TO SHREDS Yoruba Textiles and Photographs from the Beier Collection

break the silence, down comes the light

it seems the male basketball players are the most polite of all of my students. if i ever watched UT's games i would know if any of them was a famous player. the best time is walk-in tutoring. i can read my book and they come in alternately with questions about miller indices, formal charge, ohm's law, or the commutative property of multiplication.

duylinh fried some catfish then poured on top of it a sauce made of melted sugar, fish sauce and shallots. it hardens and makes a crispy candy shell to the fish. must be asian.

last night i had to stay up until three, leave the door open and place the table in the doorway in order to make pastry dough. we kept eating miso soup and fluffy biscuits with bacon in them. i made a chocolate pie with the dough trimmings and fell asleep.

so my routine life is reduced to food, undergraduate science courses, and african history

bring it, turks

about croissants:
"...its origins are actually hungarian. in 1686, hungarian bakers working the night shift to prepare morning pastries heard turkish invaders tunneling under the city. thanks to the bakers' warning, the hungarian army was able to rally and defeat the turks. the hungarian government rewarded the bakers with a mandate to create pastry in the shape of the crescent symbol on the turkish flag. soon all of europe was nibbling on the symbol of turkish defeat."

from The Joy of Cooking

eu nem sei, cara

"I would take delight in thinking of useless things, a method that i had started to practice years back in a hospital and every time it seemed to me more fecund and necessary. With enormous effort, reuniting auxiliary images, thinking of smells and faces, i was able to extract from nothing a pair of brown shoes that i had used in Olavarria in 1970. They had heels of gum, very fine soles, and when it rained the water would come in all the way to my soul. With that pair of shoes in hand in my memory, only then would the rest come..." Julio Cortazar

we went for sushi and she didn't realize that the sushi assortment we ordered would contain mostly raw fish, so she claimed to be full already from the miso soup and encouraged me to eat all of it, me saying that cooking would only destroy the delicate flavor of these fine cuts of flesh, that certainly it is a refined taste, that it is salubrious for the absence of oil used to cook, then confessing that the miso soup was the best thing i had eaten, and we go on specualating how it can be made. we get blind legless katsuobushi fish and dry them out, reform their flesh into flakes, boil these with kombu kelp, to this stock we add small strips of wakame seaweed and red aka, little cubes of tofu. by the time i stop thinking of the soup i am swearing many oaths that the only good mixing bowl is a drinking bowl for a large dog, a very large dog, but it isn't at wal-mart, the mixing bowl is plastic. i pick it up, knowing it only costs $1.88 and thinking perhaps wal-mart makes their prices so that there will result in the maximum copper and minimum silver in the change to not have to stock so many rolls of quraters, yet throwing it back and saying that in the end i will not pay $1.88 for the endless frustration of buying a mixing bowl which will not cling easily to plastic wrap when the dough rises in it. i settle in the pastry blender for $2.74 and tonight i said to frank i made the best biscuits ever, he looks to the kitchen, but i ate them all, on account of that device lying in a basin of dirty water, lift it up to see-no. notice that both items leave you with four cents change after sales tax.

insanity

crystal tells me that only a small part of her is listening to me, because i am crazy. merde alors, femme! she had just openly admitted to having a sectioned, or split, personality, part of which had completely different opinions than other parts. then again old aoibhistin says the clean kitchen is an unused kitchen, or conversely that i see a dirty kitchen and i long only to see it cleaned but as soon as it is cleaned, i transform into someone who will cook until the kitchen is dirtier than before. then we have the matter of the one of me who is sleeping in bed and the one having woken up scolding the previous person for having slept so long, the one who anxiously looks to the future for change and the one who wants to freeze time and run around and straighten everything up before another minute passes. one of my students said she would have no date for tonight because her boyfriend was reading a poem he had written to her, stops in mid-line, runs up to the attic, and is found pacing and sweating around clutching a loaded gun, trying to listen again for the intruder, you're scaring me i'm gonna go now. the poet becomes the madman, but all along his motivation was the wellfare of the woman. do people have more internal contradictions in these times? mom calls and asks her if she's going to church, she says she recently stopped going due to a falling out with God. "everytime i talk to him it ends up in a shouting match"

ground control to major tom

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this party sources tell me this is the gist of what was heard last night, though it seemed a novel thing to me with each iteration

paf, se acabou

i finished reading rayuela, but in the last paragraph of chapter 56, between my lack of spanish and the author's writing style, it is not entirely clear to me if the protagonist dies. i think he does but i want to make sure. has anyone read the book? contessa? confirm for me that he has died or that really it should be unclear.

corruption

$8.8 billion dollars is close to the amount that the Nigerian military dictator Sani Abacha stole from his country.

Transcript of BBC Investigative Report

"The news from Washington was deliberately held back until after the Iraqi elections, for fear of the consequences. Auditors in the US Government have checked the accounts of the oil fund as managed by the Coalition after the war, and found $8.8 billion missing - more than 40% of the total. They can't say where it's gone, but they certainly can't be sure it's been spent on reconstructing the country for the benefit of its people, which is what the oil money was supposed to do. At the same time, details have begun to emerge of how huge sums of Iraqi and American money were lost under the Coalition. File On 4 has investigated allegations of negligence, waste, dodgy contracts and outright fraud, which swept up hundreds of millions of dollars."

a special moment wth togo's recently deceased pres.

It was rather shocking that when he met us he betrayed not a trace of anxiety; in fact he was in a very relaxed and expansive mood. It soon became clear why. Proceedings began with the usual courtesy greetings, which in French are an elaborate ritual of mutual flattery. After that Adama launched into his speech about why impunity was no good and how every authority had a duty to protect and promote human rights, and so on and on. He ended by appealing to Eyadema to free a journalist who was in a Togo jail without trial. Eyadema responded by informing us that in line with his own profound respect for human rights he had appointed a minister for human rights. (This was true although in less than one year after that meeting, the minister was in exile in Paris. Some say he took his job too seriously). The President announced that he had also ordered the release of the journalist in line with his belief in human rights. As for the anti-impunity campaign he said we had come to the right place because no one was campaigning harder than himself. He wanted everyone to be accountable, for example journalists should not be allowed to get away with trampling on people's rights, etc. He stopped himself in mid-flow, as if to say: what can I possibly do with these people. Then he had a bright idea. He clapped and immediately a liveried servant appeared and the President ordered Champagne for us all. It was 11 am.
full article

rubberhosebucketsofwaterconcretebarrelsriversoiledhimselfmachete

"Dear Friends, I am so shocked by this information that it seems as if my blood froze in my veins, I can’t breathe and I wish I was dead. I can’t believe these things can happen, that they can come and take your husband away, overnight and without reason, destroy your family, ruin your dreams after three years of fight. . . . Please, tell me, what can I still do for him? . . . Is this decision final, what are the legal remedies? Help me to understand because, as far as I know the law, this is insane, contrary to all possible laws and human rights. Please help me, I don’t want to lose him. " letter from wife of man kidnapped and taken to guantanamo in the New Yorker's story on torture

i am usually cynical, but it is very disturbing to hear the details of the stories of tortured people. if you pay taxes in the United States, you are paying to have people tortured. if you apply to work for the CIA, you are applying to an employer that tortures

four joint loop

portrait
Originally uploaded by jlovegren.

j'avais connait cet homme qui me disait sur lui et sa femme, comme ils circulaient dans sa voiture, I-35 au nord, encend le premiere jouin, 183, autre, mopac, autre, 73, autre, et au fur et au mesure de sa voyage, ils s'amusaient plus et plus, jusqu'a ils aient arrive chez lui

trepalium

"Any government that commits, condones, promotes or fosters torture is a malignant force in the world. And those who refuse to raise their voices against something as clearly evil as torture are enablers, if not collaborators."
from Bob Herbert's column, about torture ordered by US officials.

motifs

excerpt from journal:

I am just thinking now that I have about 11 days left on my travels. I should like to write 60 pages more in this time, so I would need to average six pages a day, so either my imagination will get up or more interesting things will happen to me. But it seems I'm recurring the same things over again, though only slightly different each time. The motif of the cramped bus, the boy selling candy, the question I am asked which takes about four seconds of reflection to answer, the "traditional" dish of the area, nationalism or even regional nationalism, the long walk to some place I haven't been before, the anxiety of waiting, the friendly local person, the deceitful local person, the food that makes me sick, the girl that makes me desire.

...

click-clack-boom, rapaz comum

spring break '97 part V is officially on. i am proud to anounce my fifth spring break in four years, a privilege reserved especially for college students and recent graduates.

acapulco-->san salvador-->amsterdam-->isla margarita-->san salvador otra vez!

this time no drunken chinitas, no aiesec conferences, no chinese hotels, just a week of beaches and volcanoes. tata will turistearnos a bit, then we may take the bus to guatemala so that carmen y/o tere will take us to the volcan

duylinh took me to a steak house but i ruined the date by writing a note for the "servidora gatinha" in portuguese on the receipt after having a couple dos equis. i didn't even like her just wanted to add some multiculturalism to the waitstaff's diurnal tallying of receipts

i'ma thread the needle

i had an hour break so i got a newspaper and it talks about the gutenberg bible and it's on campus; i can go see it right now if i want. i walk towards the museum and i imagine what if i were in france and i had to explain to people in french where i was going and what i was doing. i say je voudrais voir le bible de gutenberg in my head a few times and i test it out out loud in a low voice when no one is near; i like the ring of it. i savor saying gutenberg because it sounds like a german word. it starts in my tongue and then to my teeth and out to the extended lips then all slides back down my throat with the last g making a maligned guttural rattle. then i'm at the museum and i go up to the desk and i say is the gutenberg bible here yes it's over there says the guard. a minute later he approaches me with some book and it has some family name made with cut wood letters painted with stripes of black, yellow and red dans le sens de l'epaisseur. the name must have been kiedig. he asks me if i can pronounce it for him. i do my best and use that maligned guttural rattle for the g which i had been sounding out on the walk over. i say that's how i guess it should be pronounced, i'm not sure. then he points to some other wooden letters which may well have been cut from a wooden american flag. keidig. i say it as if it were an english word, and say that's my best guess. he says but aren't you german? nope. then where are you from? here. no, originally... the valley. he gets embarassed and said he was sure i was german because of the way i said gutenberg and i certainly have some sort of accent. me encogei de hombros y me puse a mirar el biblio de gutenberg

oh no, mr. tanny

Authorities of the University of Lagos shut the institution indefinitely on Wednesday, following a 16-hour protest by students. All the students vacated the campus.

19-January-2005

togolese

All-Africa Students Union, AASU Press statement: For Immediate Release

ARREST AND DETENTION OF STUDENTS AND YOUTH IN TOGO

The All-Africa Students Union wishes to draw the attention of the African Union and international community to the arrest and detention of students and youth by the military authority in the Republic of Togo.

Scores of students and youth were arrested in Lome during a peaceful rally and procession organized to mark the end of thirty-eight years of draconian rule by the Late President GNASSINGBÉ Eyadéma, who died on 5th of February 2005.

In the last 38 years of mis-rule of Mr. GNASSINGBE Eyadema, rallies and organized civil protest was a taboo in the country. This was an opportunity for young people of the Republic of Togo, who have never seen any good governance during their life to come out and express their joy of liberty. Many of them were shot by Togo Gendarme loyal to the ex-dictator, while some of them have been seriously tortured, raped and remanded in several secret locations in Togo. The report from the Executive Secretary of the West Africa Students Union indicates that things may go out of hands if there is no quick intervention from the Economic Community of West Africa and the entire international community.

Like the Late Mobutu of Zaire and Abacha of Nigeria, the 38 year reign of terror of Mr. Gyasingbe Eyadema witnessed a total collapse of the Togo economy. Student Unions and opposition groups were proscribed. Many people were assassinated, while some prominent opposition politicians were hounded into exile. The total system was bedeviled with corruption and the education system collapsed completely with no hope for Togolese youth. Extrajudicial executions and "disappearances" are carried out with total impunity in the country, governed since 1967 by President GNASSINGBE Eyadema. Arbitrary arrests followed by torture and ill-treatment, sometimes result in deaths while in detention.

AASU condemn in strong term, the imposition of Mr. Faure GNASSINGBE as a successor of Mr. GNASSINGBE Eyadema. We call on the African Union to intervene as a matter of urgency in order to restore normalcy and avert the impending anarchy.

We call for immediate release of all the students and youth arrested by the gendarme and also call on the people of Togo to take their destiny into their own hands by organizing a quick democratic referendum to move the country forward.



Oludare Ogunlana

Secretary-General, AASU



The Secretary-General

All-Africa Students Union, AASU
(An NGO in operational Relations with UNESCO)
State House, P.O.Box M274, Accra, Ghana
Tel: (233-24) 233092, (233-21) 258484
United States: 1-917-250-7940
Fax: (233-21) 774821, www.aasu.org.gh


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iran

al jazeera story

dry whips i know dey like twista

a football player came to my walk-in session on thursday and said he was having trouble with this one problem:
"show that keplers's assertion that bodies in orbit sweep out equal areas in equal times follows from the assumption of zero transverse acceleration."
i said buddy i'm having as much trouble as you. so after meeting this guy and vanjah i have to drop my jock prejudice. anticipating he might come back today i cracked open the old calculus book and found the answer: newton's universal law of gravitation prescribes gravity as a radial force, implying that angular momentum is conserved. area swept out per unit time may be found as L/2m, which is constant when L is. now i will tell the guy exactly this if he comes in tomorrow, and act as if i had known this all along, it just slipped my mind.

i'm soaking some red beans to make a cazuela tomorrow. duylinh said that women are deprived of the chance to pursue a career they are not expected to and frank said something to the effect that careers are man's bete noir and i said you want to know something about a good career then i read sections of the obituary of spalding gray


In a 1980 show, Mr. Gray spoke a line that may well have summed up his life and career. "It's very hard for me," he said, "not to tell everybody everything."
"Body of Spalding Gray Found; Monologuist and Actor Was 62" New York Times. 9 March 2004

down my baby shot me down

in my fit of insomnia i put something on the weblog in spanish and put some beans to soak. every thing had a marinade. i got up and made a cazuela with sausage and a tomato salsa with seared jalapenhos. heard that tran ate the whole cake in a fit of gluttony. we eat the cazuela en tse comes over with beer and the ribs go in the oven. do you want a dry rub or a wet rub? sarah called me and giggled. i make some phone calls and get bolillos and green onions delivered. honey mustard chicken wings with bread crumbs; spill the pan juices on the range. six or so nervous guys insult eachother in wan stutters try to talk shop with me now what spices are in the marinade? ah, i taste it. wait for the oven to get to 500F, tandoori chicken, more pan juices spill and a cloud of steam comes out of the oven, they're back with high life and x-box controllers and now they're calling eachother sir so as to heigten the real-life battle feel tension. turn it to broil. broil five spice beef ribs, fajitas, gung bao chicken, they got the chips too greasy the green salsa was raw. they're still here with two tv's and two gaming consoles when i stepped out for fresh air hillary said why could you hate halo so much? i said it's not so much that i hate the video game but the company it keeps.

rir para nao chorar

cena de gala cena de gala. que significa cenar sin ganar la comida? que sabor se puede desgustar por la comida dada como la de un perro, caido al tazon, cotidianamente. dicen los yorubas que la vida es el dia el cual hace calor y se va al mercado para regatear y ganar los abastamientos, y el cielo es regresar a la casa para cocinarlos. whoo whoo. cambiei la pila automotiva se me lastimo la mano me hizo desear trabajar no por ganar plata sino por no sentirme debil. kirk watson me prestou la pelicula la haine mi favorita bootleg china vi que los bad boys manejaban un passion wagon 320S pintado pimped me puso con ganas de pimpear el auto.

L'important c'est pas la chute mais la terrisage.

super bowl

i don't watch football anymore but i celebrate the super bowl as an excuse to hold a feast. last night we had the pre-pre-party over here. baked some soft milk rolls, peanut butter cookies and sugar cookies, caipirinhas, an impromptu match of hour of power with a homemade CD, which johnny will upload to flex, then quarter and cleaver a chicken and make an egusi stew with it. made two big plates of semolina and yam porridge. semolina tastes better. today in anticipation of tomorrow we cleaned the kitchen and start marinading the meat. we bought the 26 pound parillada michoacana on sale at the meat market, so we are preparing a series of marinades for:
5 libras fajitas de res
4 libras costillas de res
4 libras costilla de puerco
3 libras alas de pollo
4 libras pierna y muslo de pollo
3 libras pechuga de pollo
3 libras chorizo para azar
johnny is hosting tonight's pre-feast

i won't let this happen to my children

Whilst this chapter merely touches on the surface of some of the issues at stake, my focus here is as much on the significance of continuities in narratives of women's misbehavior, as the ideological uses of a past that conforms less with any essential or "traditional" Yoruba notion of appropriate female compliance, but with one that bears the unmistakeable traces of Christian and Islamic discourses on women and on morality.

from "Past and Present in Narratives of Misbehaving Women in Ado-Odo
Andrea Cornwall"

i am searching for photographs to accompany text in a manuscript about christianity in africa, so i get a copy of the unpublished manuscript to read.

from the forthcoming "Christianity and Social Change in Africa: Essays in Honor of J. D. Y. Peel"


Edited by Toyin Falola

asking for the nights together

sabes porque una mujer no puede ser electricista?
porque tarde nueve meses en dar a luz
johnny and i listened to mexican radio stations all the drive down. driving back from alexandria i said angie i want to see that road. she says nothing, then stops the car and says you got it jesse. vanjah says this sounds like the start of a horror movie. the most eventful part of the drive was when angie tells me to take over driving right before we get on I-94 and i say we get on the freeway here? yeah yeah whatever. everyone falls asleep. angie wake up, sees the mile marker, buries her head in her hands, and extends her index finger, revolving it around. the next exit is seven miles later. johnny wakes up at the dairy queen and he finds out that we have not made it home yet, rather we have added three hours to the trip.

so are y'all gonna crash here? i says it's up to angie, who is already asleep. that night we embezzled all of the remaining in-kind donations AIESEC had received from area restaurants and i claimed to the pizza place that my name was tony orth and wait wait, can we get dipping sauce? what about pineapple? yeah. should we go bowling, or should we go into town for sightseeing? no such nonsense, we'll play in the snow and trent mentioned to me that when stories on my weblog estan al punto de volverse interesante, se vuelven a otra idioma. alors on a dit que ce qui on allait faire est jouer sur la neve et passe passe le ouinj but we didn't drop holly though she was scared we would she put that fifth head on the snowman and it stayed put.
subiendo mama, va subiendo la marea
yes we made it through two full power hours then my strategy became to initiate and subsequently disrupt all further games. angie made several batches of soup and exercised less and less oversight au fur et a mesure de chaque batch of soup
it is highly unlikely that mike remembers how suya powder got all over his face and more importantly how the same powder was removed from his face. everyone just loved to eat it on everything and just dump it in their mouths the secret is msg. holly's mom came back in the morning and holly says mom i think you'd better come back later, you don't want to look now. mike says "deborah, we were both born in the wrong generation," upon meeting her. fortunately her daughter was born in the correct generation ... y yo no sei mi amor, porque yo hago buscandote, si te gano pierdo libertad