Appointments in the Land without Watches
Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this past Tuesday morning, I had an orthodontist appointment. Keep in mind one of my curious third-world quirks. This is Bolivia, yet somehow even though I’m surrounded by Latina Barbies with extremely glittery layers of makeup, I only usually bother with ironing and makeup for business meetings and special events. I’ve used starch perhaps twice in the past year… when I was an intern/PA/student in the States I could easily go through a can or two of spray starch each month. I did my nails (bitten as they were) even when I knew I was going to work...
Read MoreThe Carelessness of Others
I go out of my way to be careful of the plans and preferences of my friends. I am astounded by the carelessness of others. This morning, a little old woman of 78 arrived at the church building to clean the church. She was supposed to be met by her daughter and another family, all of whom had agreed to assist in the monthly uptake and cleaning. None of the others arrived. This elderly woman worked for hours upstairs, doing her best to make the space look as lovely as she could. Tonight, I am preparing to leave for Wichita where I am to pick up my new car (an incredible gift that I will discuss...
Read MoreI'm Going Crazy
I came home from school. I emptied the mouse traps (4 dead in 12 hours: both good and freaky). I checked my email and started my laundry. I dozed off as I tried to finish watching an Everlasting Piece (ugh). I woke up an hour into my nap, frantic and convinced that I had to be out someplace, that I had some appointment, somewhere. I couldn’t remember what it was, but I was convinced and so I ran around getting ready in a hurry. I finally had my keys and wallet and sweater and was ready… but I still couldn’t remember anything that I had to do on a Monday night. So I...
Read MoreAbout Lorien
I vote as a libertarian influenced by Hayek and Burke, and I think as an anarchist guided by the biblical principles of liberty. I have fenced foil in a diaper-suit and run for political office in a skirt-suit, but my shoes were always fabulous. Both dreadful politics and inspiring design are likely to make me teary.
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