Blog-azic

"all's well here. work is going great. we did some very adorable art projects last week - all themed with animals in polar regions. a narwhal coloring page, penguin suits, a tiger mask. no, not a mis-type. there exists a polar tiger. the amur (or siberian) tiger is the largest of all tigers, and inhabits the far east of asia (russia, mongolia, china). it is in appearance very similar to it's warm-weather cousins, excepting that it can be much larger (up to 10 feet, i think). the amur tiger is an endangered species. from what i read, it is concentrated into two regional populations. in one, the tigers number about 450. in the other, less than 50. reasons for the tiger's tenuous hold onto survival all trace back to man. however, in captivity the tigers numbers are high (it being bred as early as the 1950s). in addition, the captive population shows a greater genetic diversity than the wild population. this seeming incongruence likely results from a population decline in ...

And so, here we are again. I behind a glowing screen, madly typing. You on the other side reading with interest: "The boy returns, eh? And why the long pause? And from whence come thou?" Hmm... where to begin? Well, I've been in Athens, you know, since the last post nearly one year ago. At that time I was busy searching for work, and eventually I found some, and it came unexpectedly from an old friend, a Ms. Ashley A. whom shared the ACME Co-op from the fall of 2006 until the summer of 2007. It was at a party across town when we met in the cold winter of 2008, and she related her occupation at a day care. "Actually, they are hiring right now, if you're looking." So, in the span of a week, I was set to begin working Ashley and Kim in the Toddler Room at Stages Early Learning Center . And, I've been there ever since. Minus a short break in the summer, where I visited Ashland, NC for a Gathering and spent many long days gathering elder flower and brewing i...

I have made it back home .... "home" .... to Athens. Walked into the co-op unannounced on Sunday afternoon after a rousing morning of hitchhiking from the Columbus area. People were surprised. Last they'd heard, I'd be heading out to California to visit with a friend. I was supposed to ride out there with a friend, Rose, but we both decided against it. So, I high tailed it for home.... "home." Lord, it feels rather strange to be back. I'm busy searching for a job right now. No place seems to be hiring - that seems to be the trend these times. I searched in Puerto Rico and came up short. And, then on my way back north from Orlando, I stopped in Atlanta a few days. I was walking back to the hostel late in the afternoon when I noticed a help wanted sign on a restaurant I's passing. I went in and filled out the application and took a test. The first part had lots of math. It reminded me of my high school days when I absolutely loved math class. Seriously...

Flew into orlando, hitch hiked to Jacksonville. the first guy that picked me up is named paul, a korean war vet - a machine gunner. told me that his machine gun would cut people in half. once, his unit was backed up against a rising cliff with the chinease marines attacking. he said those marines would tape-up their torsos so that the machine gun couldn't rip them apart. "it gave them three extra steps," he said. "that's scary." he was saved in korea, is a presbeterian. he kindly took me all the way from orlando to daytona beach and left me at a gas station near the highway. soon, i got back on the on-ramp and stuck out my thumb again. tell you what, you can tell who's not gonna pick you up by the kind of car they're driving. if it's a nice car, they're not gonna stop. well, i got passed by by some real nice cars and i began to think i was on the wrong ramp. then this janky old van rolls up and i knew he was gonna stop. mark used to follow th...

When I was a younger man and aspiring to find an institution where I could pursue an higher education, my father gave me some potent advice, which - for reasons even Emmerson could not fathom - has stuck in my mind and guided my heart (and body my association) since. He told me, "Christopher, you should go where you are wanted because where you are wanted, there you are cared for." He told me this as an appeal to choose Ohio University over Oberlin College. Now, Oberlin and its college called to my heart. I dreamed of studying music at the Conservatory, of being a young and learning progressive. But Oberlin, it seems, didn't want me. At least not much. I was denied admittance to the Conservatory and received a meek $8,000 in financial aid, which left a total balance of $24,000 for the first year and possibly the full amount afterwards. Ohio University, on the other hand, offered me a four-year full tuition schollarship, room and board included as well as book money. They ...

Mas picturas... I make it down to the beach just about every day now. About Thursday or Friday when I finished up printing t-shirts at the studio, me and banjer went down to Playa Maria. I sat down under a palm tree next to a couple of kids. Singin' and playin' away. When the boy went off to surf, I talked to the girl. Julie from Detroit. "Oh. We're neighbors, really," I said. "I'm from Ohio." These little shells (the one on the left is about as big as your thumb nail) are about my most favorite. The mollusks inside cling to the rocks near the water that are partly exposed to the air. They cling hard because they get pounded by the waves. I use them extensively in my necklace making. Check out banjer in the last pic. He's wearing a necklace I made for him. Even banjer wants to feel pretty. A palm tree blowing in the wind at Playa Escalada (there's tons of beachs here). It reminds me of a Yanice, who I met at el banco today. She said, "F...

Hey ya'll some pics from my time here thus far. Damn. Check out those colors! That's laundry on the line, balcony outback of the house. Jungle's in the background. Yesterday, Grandpa and I went to the chicken fights: Guellera la Monseratte (that's the chicken pit). Well, guess what happens right as soon as I get in there. They're taking the chickens out that just fought, and something falls down onto my toes. It's red. And spotty. Yep. BLOOD. SPOOKY!! Goin' to the pit? Leave the Chaco's at home. OK. I was NOT disgusted by the fights, but not that interested either. Most of the time, the fight goes for 15 mins. then they stop it. But sometimes a chicken scores a death blow, which completely cripples its opponent. That's pretty cool to see. And if the chickens don't want to fight? Well, too damn bad!! You gotta fight! There's this rooster under the seat of the judge, and if the cocks stop fighting, he lets it loose on 'em. That gets 'em...