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blog entries: Peru

The road goes ever on…

He did not tell Gan­dalf, but as he was speak­ing a great desire to fol­low Bilbo flamed up in his heart — to fol­low Bilbo, and even per­haps to find him again. It was so strong that it over­came his fear: he could almost have run out there and then down the road without his hat, as Bilbo had done on a sim­il­ar morn­ing long ago. — LR §1.02.178.

I left my hats at home, inten­tion­ally, though I did leave behind a couple of items I’d meant to bring. Delta Air­lines warned me that because of “increased travel,” I should report to the air­port in Bur­l­ing­ton three hours before my flight. Know­ing it was Bur­l­ing­ton, we took that with a grain of salt and arrived at about 2¼ hours early. Snow plows slowed us down; they and the 5ºF tem­per­at­ure (-15ºC, for those of you sens­ible enough to use Celsi­us!) reminded me that I shouldn’t feel too homesick! .…

  

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In which I explain my motiv­a­tion for not win­ter­ing in Vermont

End­less cold, dark­ness, & snow. I can’t stay warm. I can’t get enough light. I don’t ski.… And as I’m post­ing this ret­ro­spect­ively in mid-March, I real­ize that I can­not remem­ber wheth­er my weath­er app was dis­play­ing tem­per­at­ures in Celsi­us (i.e., these tem­per­at­ures are cold) or in Fahren­heit (i.e., these tem­per­at­ures are bloody cold). Either is entirely pos­sible. Either would be entirely unremarkable.…

  

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Test­ing work set-up for Peru

Two weeks from today will be my first full day (out of 55!) in Peru! The inten­tion is that my trip will be a true blend of work and relax­a­tion; I’m hop­ing to work indus­tri­ously for sev­en five-hour days each week, leav­ing the bal­ance of the time for sampling food, espresso, drinks, music, art, and the ocean. But those work hours will be cru­cial, and I’ve worked out an effi­cient, port­able work­sta­tion in order to make that time as use­ful as possible.

  

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Meals, maps, & Montréal

I’m sorry that it’s been so long since I’ve pos­ted. No news is more-or-less good news, though, as I’m sure you’ve guessed.

So, on Monday the 9th, on the way to Mon­tréal for the con­fer­ence, I fin­ished my radi­ation ther­apy. After bid­ding a fond farewell to the tech­ni­cians, I got to ring the lovely brass I’ve-finished-my-therapy bell that had been donated to the cen­ter by an early patient. What fun! …

  

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