Sunday, September 4, 2011


I have so much time to think. In “real life” i.e. America, the thinking is scheduled and grouped into block times. And those deep thoughts remain on the periphery tapered by a quickened conclusion and resultant status update. But what do you in the thick heat of rural Bangladesh except think? It’s rich. I have come to the conclusion that I am loving the woman I am becoming. My life excites me and turns me on. How wonderful is that?

I went into the field and saw a very old man whose face was all cracks. He wore a shirt that said “You know you want me!”

Asalam Walaikum,

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