Yes, I Live on a Ship

Yes, I Live on a Ship

Tweet I guess it’s about time that I explain this a bit more, because I reference it all the time but it’s not exactly a normal thing to just mention off-hand. Living on a ship isn’t necessarily strange in itself, people have done so since some guy figured out that wood floated. What’s odd about my life is that I live on a hospital ship, one that doesn’t sail more than a few weeks out of the year. OK, that didn’t explain much of anything. I’m currently a full-time volunteer with an organization called Mercy Ships. We may be best described as a mobile surgical unit, providing a variety of surgical procedures at no cost to some of the world’s poorest populations. We see some very extreme cases, and it’s a pretty...

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I’m Stranger than Fiction

I’m Stranger than Fiction

Tweet You know those emotional moments that take you by surprise? The ones that come and go and you never let on that they did. You do this because, as we all are, you’re afraid that telling anyone that those emotions just hit you will leave them thinking you’re crazy. Or worse: will leave them laughing. I should know better, but I didn’t let that moment pass tonight. We were watching Stranger than Fiction, in which Harold Crick (played by Will Farrell), an auditor for the IRS, begins hearing a voice narrating every detail of his otherwise mundane life. Certain that he isn’t insane, he pursues the source of the voice fervently when it says that – little does he know – his death is immanent. As it turns out, the voice is that...

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Ten Necessities for the Zombie Apocalypse

Ten Necessities for the Zombie Apocalypse

Tweet So I was doing some twitter stalking (which isn’t nearly as fun as Facebook stalking) and stumbled on this blog by Kendragarden called Top 10 Things You Would Grab From Your House During A Zombie Apocalypse! I’m gonna take up Kendra’s challenge a month later for old time’s sake if nothing else, and I’ll pretend I’m back at my old place in the States. The rules are as follows: You have ten minutes to grab ten things. You have to leave your house! You don’t have to grab food, toiletries, [I’m adding] or ammunition MY ITEMS 1) Baseball bat – the metal kind, because I’m not having one of those wood suckers shatter on me with the first wave of zombies. It’s also a handy tool for breaking into...

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Can You Eat Rejection Letters?

Can You Eat Rejection Letters?

Tweet Because I get the feeling that if I were actively querying agents I’d be reduced to surviving off the returns. Thankfully I have a source of income aside from writing. I’ve played ‘starving artist’ long enough to know that the romance is largely nostalgic. Granted I regularly imagine moving to Paris to live off the paltry offerings of teaching English again. The 11 hour work week sounds enticing; I could really focus on writing. However I do recall it being difficult to focus on anything when your stomach is trying to digest your esophagus. Common sense will strike and save me in the end. Well… it probably won’t. But I guess I’ve always been a bit masochistic when it comes to financial stability. The point is that...

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The Irrationality Of Snoring

The Irrationality Of Snoring

Tweet Oh. Freak. No. h. Freak. No. These are the three words that roll through my head from time to time. They used to explode in my mind every night, but I have since moved rooms. I live on a hospital ship in west Africa and bunk with three other guys. My current bunkmate only snores occasionally, and if he does I can easily convince him not to by snapping  my fingers once or twice. Previously I lived with a guy that wouldn’t respond to me hitting the bed frame as hard as I could while shouting obscenities. That’s not an exaggeration. And boy could he snore. He snored so loudly that he vibrated the beds in the adjacent rooms. As much as misery may love company, I wouldn’t really wish that on anyone. And the fact of the matter is, that sleep...

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Blogs are Stupid

Blogs are Stupid

Tweet Generally speaking, I hate blogs. It’s not that there aren’t good blogs out there, because there certainly are. Take David Thorne as an example. It’s just that blogging leads to a lot of ridiculous and unnecessary garbage filling up the internet. Until Twitter rolled around, I considered it the height of narcissism. In a way, saying I hate blogs is kind of like saying I hate magazines or sun screen. It’s too broad of a stroke. Because while perhaps I hate celebrity-worship magazines and SPF 15 (when does THAT ever suffice?), hating the medium as a whole makes very little sense. It’s kind of like saying you hate floors when it’s misaligned tiles that frustrate you. Blogs can indeed be informative, or entertaining, but they’re also a bit...

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