The blog has been dormant recently. I’m trying to decide how to focus my writing this year, since I’ve decided that gap-year navel gazing is totally 2009. (Also, you know, been busy writing my thesis. Whatever.)
While you all* wait with great anticipation, a little anecdote about life in Uganda: Since I’ve been left all alone in “the field” while R is somewhere even more hardcore than sub-saharan Africa, I’ve hired a night watchman. He sits by the gate, ready to defend me against threats large and small. I sleep soundly, knowing that if brigands (armed with semi-autos smuggled in from nearby Congo) descend upon the house one fateful night, I will be protected by Charles the askari and his fearsome weapon, a bow and arrow.
*Hi mom and dad.
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Brave, brave Sir Charles. And, if you come back, he’ll bite your leg off!
*and April…devoted (and belated) stalker who no longer has FB to verify you are still respiring.