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You take out your nice clothes, just washed this morning because you knew it
was tonight, and you even ironed them but really didn't need to and what the
hell, you think, and you look in the mirror, grab your keys and cash and leave
your house, excited, anxious, but more excited than anything. You arrive at the
</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8705131054635937802/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2013/02/take-yourself-on-date.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/8705131054635937802?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/8705131054635937802?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2013/02/take-yourself-on-date.html" title="Take Yourself On A Date" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcFQXg_fip7ImA9WhBUGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-7951147284468005467</id><published>2013-01-14T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2013-05-07T21:06:50.646-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-07T21:06:50.646-07:00</app:edited><title>In Dreams</title><summary>Last night I had a dream: Alden bought a couple of
boxes of cigars of various sizes and lengths. He was told they were of
excellent quality and his plan was to resell them in hopes of making a profit.
As it turned out, the cigars were actually of quite a low quality tobacco and
Alden was afraid he would not be able to resell them and lose money on his
investment. But, of course, he had a plan. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7951147284468005467/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2013/01/in-dreams.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/7951147284468005467?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/7951147284468005467?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2013/01/in-dreams.html" title="In Dreams" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4GRHY_fCp7ImA9WhNVGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-2528322957326715848</id><published>2012-12-30T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-30T14:35:25.844-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-30T14:35:25.844-08:00</app:edited><title>Eastern Holiday</title><summary>We walked to the store and bought two: one for me and one for her. She knew the guy working and he gave us a lighter and wished us luck. We left the store, walked over to the grassy field and carefully unwrapped the first one. It was yellow and the paper was thin and when we unfolded it, we noticed it had a small hole. We lit the candle anyway, careful not to burn the paper, and waited. But it </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2528322957326715848/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2012/12/eastern-holiday.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/2528322957326715848?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/2528322957326715848?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2012/12/eastern-holiday.html" title="Eastern Holiday" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IGQX07fCp7ImA9WhJaFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-6372979277579781789</id><published>2012-08-15T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-05T18:05:20.304-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-05T18:05:20.304-07:00</app:edited><title>La Casa De La Trova</title><summary>You walk in and look for an empty table. Not too far from the stage but not too close either. You look for a moment, find one and sit down. You note the others in the club: old people, young people, women in bright skirts and bright tops, men with smooth lace-less shoes, loose cotton shirts and crisp dark slacks. They're talking and laughing, having a good time drinking rum and beer and smoking </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6372979277579781789/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2012/08/la-casa-de-la-trova.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/6372979277579781789?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/6372979277579781789?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2012/08/la-casa-de-la-trova.html" title="La Casa De La Trova" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUERX8-fCp7ImA9WhJUE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-4522622105091634156</id><published>2012-07-07T11:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-09-11T08:26:44.154-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-09-11T08:26:44.154-07:00</app:edited><title>Literary Interlude: Faulkner</title><summary>The moon was now high overhead, a pearled and mazy yawn in the soft sky, the ultimate ends of which rolled onward, whorl on whorl, beyond the pale stars and by pale stars surrounded. They walked in a close clump, tramping their shadows into the road's mild dust, blotting the shadows of the burgeoning trees which soared, trunk branch and twig against the pale sky, delicate and finely thinned. They</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4522622105091634156/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2012/07/literary-interlude-faulkner.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/4522622105091634156?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/4522622105091634156?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2012/07/literary-interlude-faulkner.html" title="Literary Interlude: Faulkner" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUANQHgycSp7ImA9WhNTE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-5308776889273974975</id><published>2012-05-10T07:13:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-16T07:29:51.699-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-16T07:29:51.699-07:00</app:edited><title>Be Gonzo In Bocas</title><summary>It´s about not caring about all the messed up shit around you even though some of it can sometimes be beautiful and amazing but easily turn ugly and terrifying, a danger so close to destroying your health and happiness, and it´s always waiting just below the surface. 

It´s about drinking beer and eating hamburgers at a restaurant that´s actually a broken boat indefenitetly docked to the pier. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5308776889273974975/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2012/05/be-gonzo-in-bocas.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/5308776889273974975?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/5308776889273974975?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2012/05/be-gonzo-in-bocas.html" title="Be Gonzo In Bocas" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04BQnYzfip7ImA9WhNTFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-6137864982865367371</id><published>2012-03-23T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-10-19T14:25:53.886-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-19T14:25:53.886-07:00</app:edited><title>Kuna Yala</title><summary>The day was long and we were tired. We hiked over the mountains and it took two days. The first day was a good distance and we stopped to rest in a gully in the jungle. We cleaned ourselves in the river and hung our hammocks in a small cluster of trees. Later we skipped stones and collected wood. We made dinner: lentils with deer and pork with lots of salt. We started a fire in the sand and ate </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6137864982865367371/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2012/03/kuna-yala.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/6137864982865367371?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/6137864982865367371?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2012/03/kuna-yala.html" title="Kuna Yala" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcASH06cSp7ImA9WhRbF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-9004653058141547004</id><published>2012-02-08T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T09:44:09.319-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-08T09:44:09.319-08:00</app:edited><title>More Than One</title><summary>
I wrote this for the latest La Vaina issue. Since my camara broke and for lack of other things to post it can now be found here too. Enjoy!


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She looked up at the idling truck. The rain wasn’t falling hard but was steady and cool and she was soaked and so was her son and it didn´t really seem to matter anyway. She climbed into the bed of the truck, turned around to pick up her son standing with his arms out and raised like he was reaching for something too high to touch and he wasn’t heavy to lift but he felt sad and tired and she </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2890922587950704703/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/journey.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/2890922587950704703?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/2890922587950704703?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/journey.html" title="Journey" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcGQX4ycCp7ImA9WhJaFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-4564229857881905703</id><published>2011-12-10T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-10-06T08:40:20.098-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-10-06T08:40:20.098-07:00</app:edited><title>Broken Pages</title><summary>
Clear tape and scissors. That’s all you really need. And, sadly, the older ones usually fall apart first. Classics and first editions; I love reading old books. Their covers can be quite handsome too having preceded ´´Oprah Book Club´´ and ´´NYTimes Bestseller´´ stamps that seem more like promotional stains on good cover art. One time I spotted One Hundred Years of Solitude and quickly grabbed </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4564229857881905703/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/broken-pages.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/4564229857881905703?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/4564229857881905703?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/broken-pages.html" title="Broken Pages" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cBQn06fSp7ImA9WhRSFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-3632642510948287528</id><published>2011-11-18T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T08:50:53.315-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-18T08:50:53.315-08:00</app:edited><title>Life Of Three Birds</title><summary>
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The world seems so much smaller once you`ve painted it.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6534003700109912407/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/cartography.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/6534003700109912407?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/6534003700109912407?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/cartography.html" title="Cartography" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gkYewDrq26w/Tp4JycoE3VI/AAAAAAAADkA/7DaNTJW-Pdg/s72-c/mapday30.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYESXs9fyp7ImA9WhdbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-4784223746319431112</id><published>2011-10-18T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T15:31:48.567-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-18T15:31:48.567-07:00</app:edited><title>Fiesta!</title><summary>A mejorana is a five-string guitar. The people love them and they celebrate. Every year. This is the Mejorana Festival.







































































 Bonnie`s beach house 




















































Polleras 

























Street-meat 































 Diablicos sucios




































</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4784223746319431112/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/fiesta.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/4784223746319431112?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/4784223746319431112?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/fiesta.html" title="Fiesta!" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IHbnU7JAacI/Tp2w56qrLpI/AAAAAAAADbE/BQdov9ktIHY/s72-c/dancingpolleras.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHQ3g6cCp7ImA9WhdbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-4328407741184726781</id><published>2011-09-21T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T15:58:52.618-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-18T15:58:52.618-07:00</app:edited><title>Something Is Called Elation</title><summary>When I was somewhere else
I would walk down streets in the dark at night.

When I was somewhere else
I would get lost and not mind and
just be content that I was somewhere
and moving and that was OK.

When I was somewhere else
everything was new and beautiful and
I smelled the air around me and
I noticed small things around me
like metal fountains with leaky faucets
and front doors to old </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4328407741184726781/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-is-called-elation.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/4328407741184726781?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/4328407741184726781?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/something-is-called-elation.html" title="Something Is Called Elation" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMFQ3Y6eyp7ImA9WhdXGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-3360641990946573409</id><published>2011-09-01T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:06:52.813-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-01T21:06:52.813-07:00</app:edited><title>Literary Interlude: McCarthy</title><summary>They rode out along the fenceline and across the open pasture-land. The leather creaked in the morning cold. They pushed the horses into a lope. The light fell away behind them. They rode out on the high prairie where they slowed the horses to a walk and the stars swarmed around them out of the blackness. They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3360641990946573409/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/literary-interlude-mccarthy.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/3360641990946573409?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/3360641990946573409?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/literary-interlude-mccarthy.html" title="Literary Interlude: McCarthy" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8DSX4_cCp7ImA9WhdXEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-7165832311537268595</id><published>2011-08-22T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T10:24:38.048-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-22T10:24:38.048-07:00</app:edited><title>Changing Energy</title><summary>
I built a stove at the school. I plan on building more. Here´s what it looks like:










































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And when we got to the top we
were above the clouds that were blue and red across the setting sun and it was
colder then we thought it would be and it was later then we thought it would be
and we were tired and that’s what I remember and we were happy.



We rested soon after setting up the
tent, eating smashed sandwiches and drinking whiskey, trembling in our sleeping
bags while the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7800444877776084253/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/ascent.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/7800444877776084253?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/7800444877776084253?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/ascent.html" title="Ascent" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O9JBKypthpo/TksMVGxLRWI/AAAAAAAADY0/-K1fzqvPnMQ/s72-c/volcanbar%25C3%25BA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEABR3o9fCp7ImA9WhdSEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-2444585529949669496</id><published>2011-07-18T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T08:25:56.464-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-18T08:25:56.464-07:00</app:edited><title>Life Of Birds: Piaya Minuta Panamensis</title><summary>
The Little Cuckoo says: I thought I knew what was next. I thought I knew. The sun made things
light but then blinked out again. Both eyes shut. And then it was time. Time to
rest. Time to think. And the sky can be like a million thoughts: dark and
clouded but sometimes clear and infinite. Moving through the night. Like light
speed. Moving into another day. And always dreaming in between. With </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2444585529949669496/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-of-birds-piaya-minuta-panamensis.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/2444585529949669496?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/2444585529949669496?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-of-birds-piaya-minuta-panamensis.html" title="Life Of Birds: Piaya Minuta Panamensis" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qU0eDueb9QY/Tfu6wh1IQlI/AAAAAAAADXo/KwVS5BaeuX8/s72-c/littlecuckoo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4EQHk7eCp7ImA9WhZaFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-1157000244147955597</id><published>2011-07-01T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T10:55:01.700-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-01T10:55:01.700-07:00</app:edited><title>And Why Not</title><summary>Why not smell the night.
Think about where you were. Think about where you are: Panama. Before:
Portland—Chico—San Francisco. That European holiday. Always remembering that
European holiday. But now: Panama. One year. And I don´t know where I´ll be
next. Spain? Thinking Spain. Maybe Japan. Japan. After: [insert location here].
Someday France. Someday so many. Too many. Now: Panama. After a year: </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1157000244147955597/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-why-not.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/1157000244147955597?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/1157000244147955597?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-why-not.html" title="And Why Not" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEMRn4-fip7ImA9WhNVGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-2854826216673747608</id><published>2011-06-17T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-12-30T19:14:47.056-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-12-30T19:14:47.056-08:00</app:edited><title>Nicaraguan Days</title><summary>Day 1

Going to Nicaragua.



In Costa Rica. 

Feeling adventurous.








Day 2

In Nicaragua.



Giant white pin-wheels collect the wind from the lake. It all looks like country.



At a family’s house in Managua and I had chicken soup for lunch. I want to drink later.



At an Irish pub and I should go to another bar but I’m too lazy.



Day 3

On my way to Granada. Might have a date when I </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2854826216673747608/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/nicaragua-days.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/2854826216673747608?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/2854826216673747608?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/nicaragua-days.html" title="Nicaraguan Days" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VDTKdv2Wwg8/Tft2HURG7vI/AAAAAAAADVc/6NhCbCt661I/s72-c/ticabusdrawing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEINQHwyeyp7ImA9WhZVEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-1808518217248161408</id><published>2011-05-24T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T07:16:31.293-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-24T07:16:31.293-07:00</app:edited><title>Life Of Birds: Cassidix Mexicanus Peruvianus</title><summary>The Great-tailed Grackle says: If my whole body lay limp and dying in
the rain, would you still see me? Would you know how it felt? Other types of
feeling, being, knowing all mixed up in one big way so as to make it hard to
figure out which way is up and you only know how to feel the rain as it pelts
you, molds you, moves you to consider just for a second, like a moment, how
mysterious this life </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1808518217248161408/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-of-birds-cassidix-mexicanus_3251.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/1808518217248161408?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/1808518217248161408?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-of-birds-cassidix-mexicanus_3251.html" title="Life Of Birds: Cassidix Mexicanus Peruvianus" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V6qd0UhuU9I/Tdu77dHIEoI/AAAAAAAADVU/eWUUeiBco2Y/s72-c/greattailedgrackle.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMHRnk9cCp7ImA9WhZXFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-6400721126929037166</id><published>2011-05-05T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T04:13:57.768-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-06T04:13:57.768-07:00</app:edited><title>Empty Night</title><summary>The sun is melting. Like an egg in a frying pan. You turn on the lights and here come the bugs, the frogs and toads that eat the bugs and you have to turn off the lights because there are so many bugs. Sitting in the dark, looking out into the night. It reminds you of being a kid, the blue vinyl luggage on top of the car, tied down with a rope and tight tight knots. Bugs are smeared across every </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6400721126929037166/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/empty-night.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/6400721126929037166?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/6400721126929037166?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/empty-night.html" title="Empty Night" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08AQX05fyp7ImA9WhZXEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-6407502108977550453</id><published>2011-04-28T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T15:30:40.327-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-28T15:30:40.327-07:00</app:edited><title>Life Of Birds: Ramphastos Sulfuratus</title><summary>The Keel-billed Toucan says: And I´m still wondering what it means to be on the other side of the sky and me; a blind wind, a blind sea, under the sun and clouds that see more like people do looking over a skyscraper in a city staring down at me, like a speck on a wave of everything, moving against me (always against me!) and sometimes with me long enough to where I barely feel anything at all. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6407502108977550453/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-of-birds-ramphastos-sulfuratus.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/6407502108977550453?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/6407502108977550453?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/life-of-birds-ramphastos-sulfuratus.html" title="Life Of Birds: Ramphastos Sulfuratus" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MP9FzO9LU18/TbmWA4awDNI/AAAAAAAADVE/f1X8bCM9XGw/s72-c/toucan.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEESHw-cSp7ImA9WhdXGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7282365486480484275.post-5451849962260667730</id><published>2011-04-04T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T04:56:49.259-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-02T04:56:49.259-07:00</app:edited><title>Windows</title><summary>Another Trouble
When they found the horse dead in the field they told him he should burn it. He sat thinking about this and about how the horse had gone and died in the first place. Nothin around him told him. Not a trace. Not a clue. He thought maybe a snake had gone and bit it in the middle of the night. Or maybe it was sick and dying all along and just so happened to drop dead a few hours </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5451849962260667730/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/windows.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/5451849962260667730?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7282365486480484275/posts/default/5451849962260667730?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifeiselswhereblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/windows.html" title="Windows" /><author><name>Christopher Colwell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15409498401944572037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XX2reoEe0i8/S2MKPEfGj0I/AAAAAAAACF0/7Kj2ar7cvCE/S220/holgasnap!.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
