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Hello. I’m in my uncle’s house in Washington, DC, after twenty-one hours of wearying international travel. Manila to Nagoya to Detroit, then a connecting flight to Reagan Airport.
I need some time. I’m in a state of extreme culture shock, and I’m still overwhelmed by the magnitude of the jump I’ve just taken. I keep saying I’ll hit the ground running, but now I realize I don’t even know how to walk. More soon.
Sorry if that last post was rather disjointed. Pre-travel transitional angst and late-night packing are not good for the mind. I don’t think I’ll be able to blog a decently coherent entry till after I arrive on Wednesday.
While you’re waiting for that, you can enjoy my last two Mirror Project photos: (These are the last because I’ve finished my photo checklist of “pictures I want to take for Mirror Project.”)
I’m posting from home in Greenhills. Mom gave me thermals and Dad gave me sweaters, so I’m warm and toasty. I also stayed up packing last night, and I think my luggage is WAY overweight. I’m not even sure as to how I’m going to drag it down the stairs tomorrow.
Today is my last day here. :( Thanks to all you well-wishers. I’m not sure what else to say, except that there is a very, very sad part to leaving. I’m going to miss you, luv.
It’s such a big step for me, my first time returning to the US as an adult. I don’t know if I’m really ready, but by the grace of God, I know I can make it. I can do all things through Christ who strengtheneth me.
This is my last weblog entry from the faithful Cyrix P-233 which has served as my PC for the last three years. In ten minutes a missionary from The Flying Medical Samaritans will come by to bring it to its new place of service in the Bahay Kalinga Orphanage, Mindoro Island. (The same place I visited a couple of years ago.)
It’s starting to sink in now. I’m leaving the day… after… tomorrow.
And I still haven’t packed. Or found thermal underwear.
Does anyone know of a good postgraduate Humanities course in integrated Music, History, and Culture? The best one I know so far has been this MA at Oxford Brookes, but — calamity! — it just closed down. Are there any similar programs out there, preferably in the UK?
(There’s a lady out there who’s looking, and I don’t want to see her disappointed.)
Six months after 9/11, most of the photos we see of Ground Zero are still from the days or weeks immediately following the collapse of the towers, and I’ve had trouble searching for more updated photos or live webcams of the salvage efforts. But then I found this: Nine Photos of Ground Zero in March, with views of the WTC area as it is today.
Also check out the transitional memorial: Tribute in Light. (Renamed from “Towers of Light” after protests from victims’ families that we should be memorializing the dead, and not the towers themselves. Uh-huh.)
Today, I said my goodbyes at church. I’m really going to miss the folks at Berean Bible Baptist; it’s such a warm and closely knit church community. In the short time I was there I made friends with many of the participants at the young workers’ bible study group (one of whom was my travel agent!), and I grew to admire our pastor for his strict (but non-tyrannical) efficiency and biblical staunchness. Even if I didn’t agree with him on certain issues (viz. successionism, altar calls, “bible wines”), I certainly appreciated his powerful preaching and solid grounding in the essentials of the faith.
I’ve been richly blessed by this church, and I pray God leads me to a good Reformed Baptist church in Maryland.
Which reminds me: I haven’t packed. Argh. And I am completely unprepared for the weather there. I need to get some long johns and sweaters.
Two days to go. Panic.
If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him. But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea driven and tossed by the wind. (James 1:5,6)
Dancing the Macarena for Lobster Boy.
Thursday, February 21, 10:30 am: Irked by my lack of success the previous day, I returned to Lobster Boy’s home with a friend. Like I had done alone one day previously, we walked close to the house, and screamed “Lobster Boy.” Suddenly, through an obscure window, I saw the red-costumed artist. He looked out to acknowledge us. In sync, my friend and I began dancing the Macarena, the world’s greatest dance, but Lobster Boy ignored us and turned away.
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(Fight Club + Gladiator + Shine) = A Beautiful Mind, which ******* and I just watched. The portrayal of Dr. John Nash’s schizophrenic delusion was so successfully executed that up to halfway through the movie, we were still asking, “So when does he go all schizophrenic? After the communists get him, right?” When in truth…
Oh, wait. I don’t want to spoil it. I mean, that would be like telling you that Bruce Willis’ character was dead in The Sixth Sense. (Wait, you did know he was dead, of course? I mean, you knew that in Crying Game it was actually a guy, so you would know that Bruce Willis’ character in The Sixth Sense was dead, right? Or that Tom Cruise was actually in cryogenic stasis in Vanilla Sky?)
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