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“To see what is in front of one’s nose needs a constant struggle.” – George Orwell

I’ll need another two years in the village to contain all the things I’ve learned.  How perceptive I’ve become when reading. The blatant misuse of words. The blatant use of words. Obama sang in public. Did you see that? He sang. It sold me.

The dynamics of an open discussion. The cultural misunderstandings. My own insecurity. Her blatant hostility.

The Dutch are not the fastest to get to know. They have a distance about them. But they are kind. Pleasant. There is this straightforwardness that seems insensitive. But really, it’s just honesty. No need to over think the words they’ve spoken. They’ve spoken their thoughts.

My brain only shuts off when consumed in mindless television.

I miss my thoughts of frivolity. Maybe I’m Mrs. Rearden. Lillian.

I just want to chatter like a woman about perfectly unimportant things. 

I hate technical, theoretical writing. Why would I want to say what someone else has already said? Said I who started this blog with a quote.

Academics is difficult. More in self acceptance than in actuality.

I really don’t care about nautical miles, or coastline length. The Chinese were consumed with feeding their people. They were content with living off the wealth they already had. Not in amassing more. Can’t I just leave it at that?

I assure you. The answer for me is not this or that. It’s a messy web of things. Just like my thoughts.

 

I want to write.