Jumping Aboard the Study Abroad Blog Bandwagon

FAQ(singular)

Q: Will there actually be posts?

A: No promises, folks. I'm going to be in Thailand. I'm sure all number of things will distract me from sitting in front of a computer and fighting with formating, captions and image alignment. That being said, I'm going to be in Thailand. At various points of time I'm sure the urge to document and remember specific things, moments, people, truths will strike and why not collect at least some of them here, online, where y'all who will undoubtedly be very far away and very much missed will be able to see them. Why not.

For those who don't already know, from August 21st 2013 through February 2014, I will be in Thailand studying sustainability, sustainable development and agriculture. This, http://www.isdsi.org/ , is the fine institution that I'll be studying with and to say that I'm excited is a vast, unfathomable understatement. I'm sure that this scintillating blog-universe will mostly be populated by my family members, and perhaps the occasional friend looking to procrastinate an essay at 1am on Tuesday night. But come one come all. The more the merrier. All that jazz.


P.s. this url was originally coined and used semi-frequently by a much younger me. Peruse and be amused.

Beethoven's Hair

Snip. Snip.

Guess what? I went to school.

Yeah, I really did. No lie.

Phenomemological

Say it three times fast.

Mont St. Michel

There was born a glorious plan
To bring angel’s favor down upon man

To build a church in St. Michel’s name
So grand the world would know its fame

Bricks tirelessly carted, hand by hand
Brought with care over dangerous quicksand

Tool carefully carried past receding waves
Feeling the way with stout wooden staves

Men gently crafted both tower and spire
So as not to attract St. Michel’s ire

Out from all far corners of the land
Many come and brave the deep sand

Wishing to pray atop island rock
Never heeding how others might mock

Surpassing sand and violent tide
A mighty feat of holy pride

Peril matters not on this holy quest
For without this journey, souls shall not rest

They gather to pray through night and day
For between the worlds St. Michel holds sway

They hope to melt angel’s heart of ice
So he will open the gate to paradise

Time

Slipping away faster than the eye can see

Crawling more slowly than the slowest continent

Never the same speed twice

Ghost