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Week in Review: Europe

Uncategorized | Apr.27, 2009

Week in Review: Europe

FRANCE: ETA Leader Captured in France According to the BBC, the military leader of the Basque separatist group called ETA has been captured in southwestern France. Jurdan Martitegi was arrested with two other suspected ETA members near Perpignan in a joint Franco-Spanish security operation.

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Uncategorized | Apr.27, 2009

Tiffany & Earl

Dear Tiffany and Earl, Anyone who knows me knows that I’m a mess. I drink too much, fight too often, and I smoke like a chimney. But I’ve been feeling like a change, I’ve got a desire to settle down. I’ve hooked up with this girl a couple of times and think that she’s definitely girlfriend material But she’s a nice girl-too nice for me at any rate.

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Uncategorized | Apr.27, 2009

Week in Review: Africa

Ghana: Drought Threatens Human Development Researchers for Science Journal reported on April 17 that the mega-droughts which have periodically occurred throughout the last 3,000 years of sub-Saharan Africa’s history will also maintain a place in the region’s future, according to The New York Times.

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Uncategorized | Apr.27, 2009

Soggy Cell?Phone

I couldn’t believe how powerless and utterly alone I felt. I stood sullenly in line for Ray breakfast, looking around for my friends. I didn’t know if they’d already come, or hadn’t arrived yet. I had no way of finding out. I took my plateful of breakfast and sat down in an empty booth.

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Uncategorized | Apr.27, 2009

Looking Down at Eggs that Smile

The crumbles of scrambled eggs smiled up at him in a dull color, a good batch that neither drooled excess water nor shimmered in highlighter-yellow. It was encouraging. The eggs arched like a buddy trying to make him laugh. There was something medicinal about the scrambled eggs at Ray (and definitely psychological since he was seeing a face in his breakfast that Saturday morning).

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Uncategorized | Apr.27, 2009

Like a Fine Cigar

I take you in deep, like a fine cigar, feeling your presence in my mouth, smoky in my nostrils, almost sickly sweet on the underside of my mouth, leaving your mark on my neck, leaving it on my lips. You travel down into my lungs, smoky and obscuring, and yet, my antibodies do nothing to stop you despite the illness you’ll leave lingering when you slowly untwine your arms from my waist.

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Uncategorized | Apr.27, 2009

Leaps of Faith and Runny Omelets

I’m still too afraid to take my eyes off of my soggy Gorilla Munch cereal because I know that if I do she’ll be there. What scares me the most is that when I do find the courage to look up at her she’ll be looking at me from across the table, her eyes piercing into me over her disgusting-looking omelet that stinks of a morning after that neither one of us was ready for.

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Uncategorized | Apr.27, 2009

Surprised by British Language Barriers

“Are you all right?” my flatmate asks me when I walk in the door and introduce myself. Now I’m worried that I look sick or uncomfortable, something to cause Lucy to ask me if I’m okay. “Yes… and you?” I’ve since learned that Lucy was just greeting me, asking me the English (the culture, not the language) version of, “How are you?” Once, in my kitchen, as I was cooking on the hobb (the stove), my flatmates were sharing stories from the weekend.

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Uncategorized | Apr.27, 2009

Grannies of I-90

I was somewhere on I-90, maybe the New York State Thruway, maybe the Mass Pike. When you trek from Syracuse to Providence as often as I do, they start to blur together. I was driving along, Gary Jules singing in the background, my sister absorbed in her book in the passenger seat beside me.

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Uncategorized | Apr.27, 2009

Prester John

The Duke came into Florence, Sang his vict’ry song; If I hadn’t left for shores bereft, He wouldn’t be king for long. Arthur was a good man, The histories all say; The Eastern King is no such thing And there’s no time to delay. Prester John, Prester John, Before I’m dead and gone, I swear by the Father, I swear by the Son, I’ll find you, Prester John.

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