I am not the kind of person to get homesick for my country. Every once in a while I miss the shape of the sky, the openness of the landscape, the colors of the foliage and scent of the air in Washington, DC and my town in Maryland. Sometimes I feel that I need a few days at home to unwind. But, last night I dreamt of the sound of birds, crickets, frogs, and other insects. In my dream, a friend of mine asked what that noise was. I replied that it was the sound of home.
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Sometimes all I am left with are the blueprints of that apartment, with me as its lone inhabitant. But the images of its blueprints are colored in by your belongings and your interior design. Nothing fancy, just warm and pragmatic. Like your body and the memory of your body, that apartment was and is my home.
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I am surrounded by words. Words dropping one by one from clouds that have slipped through the summer sky, droplets resting on leaves to Beethoven’s Piano Concerto Number Five. Subtle at first then into a downpour until I am immersed. Thunderous words. Words cover my body, they soak into the crevices, sketching my silhouette.
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For my first blog entry, I would like to share with you a short digression I wrote over a year ago after a discussion with my former co-worker. For her insight, I am dedicating this entry to her, WQ.
BEING AND DISTANCE
There was a time when I did the interviewing. I was the one who decided which questions to ask in order to measure whether a candidate possessed those competencies required for a given position in my company. In the back of my mind, I always had the fear that one day I would be the one being interviewed and would be confronted with one of those absurd questions designed to evaluate one’s “analytical skills”. Curiously enough, I was not afraid of “not knowing” the answer, but rather of what my reaction to the question would be. Continue reading
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Grave Error 