In High Gear

NaNoWriMo is coming. Fast. I haven’t entirely decided that I will participate yet. I could look at the wildness of my life and say that there’s too much going on, but then I could say that about 05 as well, and did! Yet I did it. Last year I couldn’t get my brain in gear, obsessing over the issue with my kids and their father.

Some topics that have been knocking around in my brain, that I might use:

A near death experience for everyone, all at once
Migraines as ghosts of head blows past
The sun sucking energy from humans

I haven’t thought of an overarching theme yet, but then I don’t think I started with one that time either.

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Serendipitous finds while I was looking for big and tall ethnic wear:

Kikoys

Kanga

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In response to the entry in which I posted American kids are dumber than dirt, bunny42 points me toward this discussion that seems to indicate all is not necessarily lost.

What makes it so exceptional is that we had no way to communicate as we did not understand a word of Portuguese (except ‘cerveja’) or Herero. They did not understand a word of English or Afrikaans. Yet we spent hours and hours being thoroughly entertained. This trend was to repeat itself every where we stopped.

Via spc476 – Angola, it’s not like they said, a photo journal of a motorcycle journey. Which of course reminds me to repost another motorcycle journey, Elena’s trip through Chernobyl.

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