Es gab wenige Straßen durch dieses Stück der texanischen Wüste. Wahrscheinlich war das nächste lebendige Wesen mehrere Stunden weit entfernt. Es war eine Wüste und eine Strecke, die wenig bereist wurde. Continue reading
Artists often criticize; they interpret the world within a new light; they portray a point through imagery. The Hunger Artist by Franz Kafka portrays a figure who is so obsessed with his own art and artistic interpretation, he takes it upon himself to torture his own body in order to criticize his onlookers, almost as the old ascetic Monks separated themselves in order to bring themselves closer to God. Continue reading
The further I go from Yuma, Arizona the more I appreciate what I have gained from growing up in the desert. You gain some value in temperature perspective. I don’t remember the 115 degrees in the summer time as a kid, and my memory seems to not recall burning my bare toes on the sidewalk in the summer. I do remember being outside every day, all summer. Contrary to popular belief there are lots of things for the adventurous kid to do in the desert.
During our CouchSurfing and mitfahrgelegenheit adventures in the northernmost border of Germany we passed through the small village of Breklum. The origins of this town can be traced back to the 4300–2300 BC and the church itself was built in 1200. It was the church in which my great great great great relatives (I haven’t exactly counted quite how great) were married. Continue reading
I sat under my tree today. The prickly Acacia tree blocked out the sun. Its sparse leaves and thorns sheltered me from the 100-degree sun. My childhood dogs, all now six feet under, kept me company. Continue reading
Aber gelangt der Mensch dadurch in sein Menschsein, an seinen Topos, so liegt doch seine höchste Möglichkeit, der Aufenthalt im Bereich des Bleibenden, über die Polis hinaus in der Theoria. Theoria und Praxis sind neben- und miteinander bestehende Lebenshaltungen, verbinden sich aber nicht zu einer höhereren Einheit. ~ Karl Schuhmann
In order for humans to learn a language they must acquire basics of phonology, morphology, syntax, semantics, and of course vocabulary. Language is a method of communication; a way of conveying wants, needs and thoughts with other people. Second language students do not need to be taught how to learn a language because they already speak one. To learn a second language, it must be spoken, misspoken, and used in every way possible and in a variety of contexts, and mistakes must be made. Continue reading
“Don’t let him get your goat.” What does that even mean? One theory attains that the term actually stems from horse racing. Racehorses were stabled with goats to keep them calm. If someone wanted to sabotage a horse they would steal the goat the day before the race, and the horse would become so agitated it would not perform well the next day.
O Friend! My friend!
Our long ride is over. Chasing our mirage in the desert, we’re nearly there, one last storm and we’re over the hill! You’ve fought hard for every battle. Your desert hooves have torn under those prairie skies and Rocky Mountain summer, you turned the Plains asunder. Winter loomed ahead and you ran, you ran right in. You brought me through my biggest battle and with a courageous heart we charged forever on. Eight years past since our desert paradise and finally we were heading home. The storm lurked ahead, dark swirls and whipping winds around you, the lightening struck the thunder roared and you, you, little sorrel horse went right in. Continue reading
September 18th, 2013. I guess, its time to regroup. I was so busy walking everyday it was easy to not realize how quickly our walking turned into racing. It’s time for a bit of an explanation. After 12 days of solid 5-6 hours of walking each day, and walking around 150 miles, and getting into what I thought was the groove of the Camino, our Camino de Santiago came to a screeching halt. Continue reading