Intergalactic

I've been having those days lately where I leave the house and don't return until over 12 hours later. I don't feel overwhelmed by it yet, but give it time and it's sure to take a toll.

a few newish things:

I have an internship at a local gallery that i go back and forth between being pumped about and being nervous about.

I work at Barnes and Noble- whose views and ideas do not represent those my own (really? is that necessary?), and all it really does for me is make me want to spend money.

Today in the darkroom, I had a few moments of anxiety at the realization that I didn't know what the eff I was doing anymore, but then it all came rushing back to me in an exhilarating way.

All I could think about for most of my day is the fact that my dear friend Hope (who is amazing and is currently in Kolkata, being amazing) has lice right now. My biggest fear. ever. Is it lame to say that after years of feeling like India is on my heart, the idea of getting lice makes me want to run and scream away from the idea? Yes, yes it is.

In Sudan this summer, the kids wanted to have an evening to show us their traditional tribal dances. So we decided that we should show them a traditional dance of our own. So we danced the robot to Intergalactic by the Beastie Boys. I hope they really thought that the robot was in any way an equivalent to their super meaningful tribal dances.

It's been some time.

I've decided to resurrect our Prague Blog. Except we're not on Prague anymore. So I guess I'll have to change the name. I've just been reading more and more blogs lately, so I decided to join the bandwagon (again...).

This summer has been... incredible. Drew and I spent some of June and July in Sudan, and, as expected, it has left imprints in my heart that I encounter every single day. We lived and worked at a children's home that my brother has a fundamental role in, while assisting in the local (and ridiculously understaffed) hospital. I'm not going to get into detail now, but it's entirely probable that I'll write more about the experience in the future, so I thought I'd mention it now.



I know Drew posted this video on his blog, but it's so amazing that I'm posting it also. Seriously, it makes me cry every time, without fail. And do I think the crying is partially influenced by the Whitney Houston music perfectly timed to the movie? Yes, absolutely.



I don't know about you, but I'm pretty stoked about fall. We were out of the country last fall, and though we experienced fall in a totally great way, there's just something about Ohio fall that will always be a little nostalgic for me.