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meanderings by rm dustin

This place I deposit thoughts, E-noodlings where my synapses have coagulated recent perceptions. There are no absolutes. Like all manifestations it has had its evolutionary moments. This is the latest. There will likely be more...

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Name: RM Dustin
Location: Pugetropolis North

I live with many free thinking, free spirited, patriotically challenged, religiously void life-jesters here in and around the delta, scattered in-between the tributaries of the Skagit, peppering the hillsides, or burrowed into micro valleys. They are my friends; spirits entwined, layered, and folded within this realm where aboriginal and Norse lore meld amongst the mists sent inland by salted surges. I am not here by chance.

2/24/04

Peru...



Things I learned:

Small Peruvian children’s eyes pop out when given an ink pen instead of a coin.

A repressive tyrannical religion with past inquisition type tendencies including torture and dismemberment can meld with a pagan religion and almost everyone is okay with that.

Extended families out in the boonies don’t need much materialism to function.

Poverty is for the most part relevant and contextual with respect to culture.

Native peoples are passionate about their heritage and not everyone wants to go to the US if money is hypothetically not an issue.

Raw white fish pickled in limejuice with onions and hot chilies is to die for.

Corn brew minus the experience of finding where it’s sold is a big yuk.

A 10-string guitar does not a 12-sting make.


Things I confirmed:

Economic globalization and the WTO are really bad. Walk the real streets of other countries (malls and tourist traps excluded) and see for yourself.

The sun at 15,000ft is a mudda-phucker and 30-weight sunscreen doesn’t cut it.

Airlines continue to practice height discrimination.

A terrible head cold is even more terrible when bouncing between sea level and 30,000ft for 27 hours.

We as a culture are not as healthy as we think we are.


Things that changed me:

Machupicchu… I still can’t find the words to describe what I saw.

The man when refusing a tip for directing us to a hidden market saying, “No neccessario amigo, just pray for our babies, por favor."

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