Posted on | November 29, 2013 | Comments Off
Henson, ten years younger than Peary, was short, wiry, hardworking, intelligent, well-read. Orphaned, he had run away from Washington to Baltimore to find a berth as cabin boy at 13. The ship’s skipper, old Captain Childs, had taught him how to read and write (“These books are the beginning. Make them your fists, Matthew”), preparing him for the world.
Henson was crushed with grief when Captain Childs was buried at sea in 1885. The boy had become a seaman, but could no longer make the sea his life. He was prepared to serve another man with the character and courage of his mentor. It took two years, and a stint as store clerk, to find one. Being a valet didn’t much appeal to Henson, but going to Nicaragua did. Peary’s engineers mapped, leveled, and test-bored the entire route of the proposed canal, from sea to sea.
Feted by Managua’s social elite, portrayed as a dynamic field leader in dispatches to the New York Times and New York Herald, Peary felt, “I am lifting myself. I am writing my name before the world.”
But, as with every determined effort that he made in his life from this point on, the full measure of success was denied him. His surveys were approved, the company was granted its charter, work started and he soon was able to apply for quick loans no credit check. Yet in the end the alternative Panama route won the day. Meanwhile, in August 1888 he married Josephine and, with his mother along, went to the New Jersey seashore on his honeymoon.
For a while Peary devoted himself to his bride: “If he is as happy as I am,” Jo wrote to his mother, “then we must be the happiest people in the world.” But that yearning for fame would respond to the slightest breeze. His bride must have seen the distress in his eyes when news came that Fridtjof Nansen had made the first crossing of the Greenland ice cap, by the shorter route on which Peary had set his heart. This left him the far more arduous journey, to Greenland’s unexplored extreme northeast.
Posted on | November 9, 2013 | Comments Off
Gerster: “This news of my promotion from the laity is pleasing to me. Now will you open the church? “Priest: “No, but I’ll do so when you come bearing signs of your office.”
If sometimes I found frustration in the high country, and even danger, I also found beauty, and peace, and warm friends. Never did I tire of the landscape with its tangled ravines filled with inky shadows, gaping wounds torn in the land by once-roaring rivers; the windy plateaus checkered with green fields of young grain and yellow patches of nug, a relative of the sunflower cultivated for its oil; flat-topped ambas scattered like giant stepping stones amid the highlands’ saw-toothed peaks. http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-13349398
Trekking with mule caravans from forests of lichen-festooned junipers down to sorghum fields, I watched girls on wooden towers whirl slings to drive foraging baboons out of the grain. Above a bamboo-covered world, cloud shadows raced across fields of teff, the staple grain used by highland peasants for bread and beer. In the biting cold of the 12,000-foot heights a perpetual wind whipped head-size globe thistles back and forth.
I spent weeks, even months, at prague holiday apartments, where battle is being waged to tie the past to the future. I lived among people who still cling to an Old Testament way of life, sharing their feasts and fasts. I sat in straw huts with candidates for the priesthood, as they listened to priests teaching them Ge’ez, the liturgical language.
Shoes Must Stay Outside the Door
Some days I stood through hours-long services with the debteras and, like them, held a sort of crutch clamped under my arm as a support. The debteras are a class of non-priests unique to the Ethiopian church. They are experts in reading and liturgical song and are administrators of the church’s traditional wisdom. Once, when with aching feet I wondered aloud why the faithful must remove their shoes before entering an Ethiopian church, an elderly debtera with the look of a Biblical patriarch countered with the question, “And would you tread on the toes of the angels who crowd a church during services?”
His turbanlike temtem, the standard headpiece of debteras and married priests, shadowed his face; I could not see his eyes well enough to know whether he winked. The highland folk, incredibly hospitable people, invited me to share their meals in their huts. But I preferred spending my nights under the open sky to sleeping in the round thatch-roofed, mud-walled tukuls, often filled with acrid smoke and populated with bloodthirsty insects. In the outdoors I enjoyed the stars, the demoniac music of jackals, even the dawn serenades of the ubiquitous mules.
The braying awakened thousands of birds, and they awakened the villagers. Then the people came to my b&b london, crowding near, fingering with disbelief the thin nylon sleeping bag which could keep the ferengi comfortable at an altitude of 11,000 feet. They also marveled at other technological wonders I apparently introduced. Admittedly it makes a great effect to land in a helicopter, like an angel from heaven, as I did several times. But among people who boast of centuries of familiarity with angels, one is soon assailed by aspiring hitchhikers.
Posted on | September 20, 2013 | Comments Off
Jules advises: It is difficult, when sexual issues trigger emotions in us, to be able to separate the stigma attached to what is now considered an overly ‘sexualised’ society.
If we remove the label and concentrate on both the subconscious and then the underlying emotional triggers it will hopefully become clearer for you.
For you this problem feels like more of a specific trigger that has manifested as a block, as opposed to a long-term change of attitude.
Every single person in a similar situation could have a different trigger. This does feel very strongly like a past life where you had negative sexual experiences with the same soul after a betrayal.
Write down all the obvious and subtle slights and arguments with your partner, paying extra attention to any ‘feelings’ of mistrust or betrayal – remember the subconscious can’t discern the difference between you bring promised a holiday and not getting one to outright infidelity.
Once you recognise where you felt let down or suffered a broken promise, talk it through with your partner and then affirm… ‘I now embrace and enjoy loving sexual intimacy with the style of african american hair. I am safe.’
This is a practical handbook combining insights from psychology and anthropology, with questions and tasks to help you identify relationship patterns and life themes.
Convergence describes when a person adjusts his or her speech patterns/sounds to match those of people belonging to another group or social identity, typically when getting on well. So a northerner may tone down their twang when conversing with a southerner, and the southerner in turn may sound slightly more northern.
Posted on | November 14, 2012 | Comments Off
There are some simple precautions worth taking to avoid unpleasant or even dangerous situations when driving on these two routes:
• Many donkeys and camels have been set free in the desert as more and more of the Arab people move into the towns and acquire cars. A ‘spooked’ camel can suddenly appear without warning and walk across the road – be on the look out for the unexpected.
• Donkeys are ‘invisibly’ grey and like to sleep at night on the warm tarmac which has retained the sun’s heat. A tired driver may fail to notice one of these animals and a bad accident may occur.
• Always check carefully before pulling off the road; some roads have very steep ditches on either side while others have soft sand verges.
• For long journeys when you are not always driving on tarmac roads, a compass can be very helpful.
• Learn about local dangers such as snakes, desert spiders and scorpions, some can have fatal bites. When camping always shake out your bedding and tap out your shoes in the morning. When walking in the desert wear good, thick desert boots which are easy to buy in Riyadh or Jeddah.
• The Red Sea is a big breeding ground for sharks so be on the look out. Take the advice of the locals. They fish in boats made of logs tied together and they dangle their legs over the side – I have never seen a one-legged fisherman.
•When swimming in the Red Sea always wears shoes or ‘saracen’ sandals; there are many stone fish which are so well camouflaged that they can be trodden on unwittingly. They can be fatal.
• When driving anywhere in the Kingdom always carry your passport, identity card or letter from a sponsor. In the unlikely event that something does go wrong it is helpful to register with your Embassy before departing for your journey. They will mark your passport and take care of you when in difficulty.