Timbuktu, Mali, West Africa
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- I am lazy, funny, always cold, always hungry (especially for cheese), silly, sometimes crazy, artistic, weird, sarcastic, adventurous, idealistic, a socialist, obsessive compulsive, sometimes mean, socially conscious, a vegetarian, single forever, happy. In other words, a sentence fragment.
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- Yet another reason not to pass on my genes
- Random thoughts about aging
- Strange happenings
- White shirts
- Measuring how much I missed blogging
- Pressing mystery solved
- Remember me? I'm the geek that used to write for y...
- I have learned...
- Scandal hunting
- News briefs (news briefs are tiny snippets of what...
- Can you cook beans in a rice cooker while you leav...
- Eavesdropping
- At work
- Clean and habitable
- Progress
- My best kid
- Off the market
- Job update
- Double booked
- Second thoughts
- Continuing with my favorite theme...
- Don't eat the McCain cake
- Your guide to hitch hiking etiquette
- Hightops
- Dating and job hunting
- Les poisson
- Cost-benefit analyis of being a trail guide
- Camping sucks.
- Poor lonely girls
- Jobs galore
- Jobbing
- Resolving the dispute
- Pomp and ceremony
- I said "no."
- Good thing Dr.s know everything
- Skunked
- One decision down, another pending
- Not working
- I liked coucous better in my memory.
- Desolation
- Fox and the hound, or Why I am an unfit pet owner,...
- Pandora
- Home computers disguise laziness, lack of ambition
- Disgustingly satisfying*
- Proof
- Poetic justice
- What's in my yard, or Why I may be banned from usi...
- What it looks like in the middle of a sandstorm, o...
- Regressing
- Identity crisis
- About stuff
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2 comments:
That doesn't look like much fun.
Is that a tent?
Au contraire, it was amazing. So much wind and sand whipping around everywhere. And after a sandstorm it would rain and rain. There's nothing like a post-sandstorm mud fight:)
That isn't so much a tent as my home for the summer of 1997. Actually it was more of my stuff's home. We usually slept outside because it was so hot in the tent.
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