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last night i was in the lecture hall playing some worship songs.  a friend came and asked if he could play guitar with me.  i said yes and after a few songs the following conversation followed: “man louissa, you’re so pentecostal.” “what makes you say that, matt?” “the way you drag songs out.  they just… Continue reading conversation

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days

sometimes funny things happen around here.  like the lake is extremely low right now so as you walk you might see one of these guys digging up a layer of dirt from the bottom of it.  and sometimes i should just keep my mouth shut.  i mentioned a week ago that i think most european hair… Continue reading days

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summer

so it seems that i’m obsessed with “reflection” pictures.  one, two, three, four, five, and now six.  or maybe i’m vain.  nah, that can’t be it. saturday and sunday were free.  saturday we walked seven kilometers.  sunday we canoed eighteen.  now every muscle in my body aches (i can’t believe how much of your back… Continue reading summer

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easter

packages from home (i know it’s a bit dark, but there’s absolutely no program for me to use on these computers to brighten them at all) makes me happy (while i’m on the subject i may as well mention that if another one is ever sent, i’d really appreciate some sort of USA shirt that i can… Continue reading easter

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my mind

the director of the school… who is now my “boss” (weird), is Heinz Spindler.  whenever i hear his name or say it i think of two things. #1: ketchup.  i think of the best ketchup on the best hamburgers or hotdogs.  this makes me think of summer days at home which end by eating hamburgers,… Continue reading my mind