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Maddie
So there I was in the Amazon jungle, in a long boat on the Rio Napo, speeding between Nowhere and Nowhere Else. My arm was swollen with the sting of a nameless angry insect. For days, rain had pounded our tiny enclave. When the generator was running the six of us—strangers—sat in a small circle of light swilling the Chilean wine that some cultured Fitzcarraldo thought would go well with insanity. When the generator cut off, we lay naked and sweating under mosquito netting, willing ourselves to dream of cool breezes. Was this my “Heart of Darkness”, my “Sheltering Sky”? |
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Erica Mercer
Music drives me, pounds me, shakes me to my very soul. Marching bands down woodward, tears, orchestra tuning up, more tears, organ music, my tears, clapping, stomping, swaying gospal, they all bring tears. I can play music. I just sort of am that way, by ear, the melody. Watching others embrace the moment and use music to express their space. yup, tears. |
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Mimi Nguyen
I have the hundred-year French colonial occupation of Vietnam to thank for the decidely non-evil-sounding name my parents choose to scribble on my application for US citizenship when we arrived at the refugee camps on Guam. For years I believed I was pre-destined to become a can-can dancer in a sleazy cabaret, oozing kinky sex through a bad Euro accent and off-key crooning, ala Madeline Kahn. Who knows? This still may come to pass. |
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Meredith Noble
Well, I've had complaints from a certain person that I'm updating things too quickly on my homepage. I'm doing this not because I think people are ready for new stuff, but because *I'm* ready for new stuff! |
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