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Dec.10.2011
The iPad 2 on my desktop demanded my attention Thursday at 8 AM, as did my iPhone, my Canon SX30is and my Timex. Time was my essence principle. Oh yeah, I can’t forget to take the Kindle, my Kindle Fire. That was as simple as 1, 2, 3. I packed all the items in my briefcase. It wasn’t exactly a...
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Oct.19.2011
I like traveling to places and staking small claims of ownership by learnning my way around and uncovering shortcuts. Don't like flying much any longer. All the damn taxes, surcharges, baggage fees, et cetera, deplete the fun, and the security measures and extra time enervate me, so I take to the...
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Aug.17.2011
TRAVELING VS. WRITING
Truth be told, if the headline were dental extraction vs. writing, most people would take dental extraction. So if the choice is to sit at a blank computer screen wondering why nothing is coming or to go to Venice, Italy, lick colorful gelato and go for a gondola ride, the...
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Aug.01.2011
If it wasn't for living in a bubble all my life, the fundamentals of past promulgations, incumbency of rules, regulations and modules of rigorous lessons about how life should be lived as instructed to me by my parents and society, I'd have lived a different life cycle. Instead of riding on a...
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Jul.31.2011
Flexing the Imagination Muscle
Recently on the CBS Morning Show, the prolific author Dean Koontz gave a rare interview. He made a comment that one’s imagination is like a muscle, and that it was important to exercise it regularly. I believe one of the primary means to exercise our imagination...
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Jul.21.2011
What I do in other countries that I don’t do at home:
Drink something every time someone offers it, even though their hands are dirty
Wear a seat belt on the bus especially right before the checkpoints
Check Facebook more than one time a day to see if my post was removed
Carry groceries in...
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Jun.06.2011
Our plane, en route to JFK airport, lost its weather radar and had to make an emergency landing in Detroit. Though no oxygen masks were deployed from the ceiling and no cheery attendants herded us through the side exits like chattel, it was still unnerving. That night we stayed in a hotel, washed...
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May.28.2011
The last full day in Paris is when I feel like I've got my routine figured out, walking around, dealing with things. Only problem is I wake up feeling a little funky and don't know if it's going to get better or worse. I usually recommend water and exercise to get de-funked, so I take my own...
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Apr.25.2011
The summer I was fourteen, I crossed into Central America using a fake ID. It wasn’t the birth date on the ID that was fake (in Mexico, if somebody wanted to get their lips on a non-virgin pina colada, they could've if they were still sucking a pacifier).
No, what was fake was the ID itself....
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Feb.27.2011
All my life I’ve suffered from an overactive imagination. At six years old, sitting in our station wagon outside Herndon’s Market, I became convinced that the tattooed men getting out of their truck were on their way to kidnap me. Leaning over the console, I slammed down the driver’s side lock and...
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