Quiet, Please
I'm thinking. Outloud. Or rather, through writing. More or less the same thing.
My first post is called "Quiet Please" because I don't expect anybody to read this blog, except a few curious friends and family who wonder what I'm up to these days. And they may quickly cease to read it, since my blog won't have a lot to do with what I'm up to these days. So I expect this site to be rather quiet, a digital study where I can retreat and ruminate.
Quiet, please.
My first post is called "Quiet Please" because I don't expect anybody to read this blog, except a few curious friends and family who wonder what I'm up to these days. And they may quickly cease to read it, since my blog won't have a lot to do with what I'm up to these days. So I expect this site to be rather quiet, a digital study where I can retreat and ruminate.
Quiet, please.
posted by Nate at 5:31 AM
2 Comments:
I suspect you're wrong. I suspect what you're really writing is the first draft of your first book, which many people will eventually read and will launch your career as a popular observer of African life and development. You have the perfect ironic, yet sympathetic, tone. Darn, and I was hoping you'd come home soon. Wherever "home" is these days.
I suspect you're wrong. I suspect what you're really writing is the first draft of your first book, which many people will eventually read and will launch your career as a popular observer of African life and development. You have the perfect ironic, yet sympathetic, tone. Darn, and I was hoping you'd come home soon. Wherever "home" is these days.
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