Which sense is most important to us?  This week’s Wen’s Day reflection has me thinking about the book I’m reading – Blindness, by Jose Saramago.  They say your eyes are like the windows into your soul, so I suppose its appropriate for my weekly reflection.  I don’t usually read books that have been made into movies (unless it was after I read it), but this one seemed so intriguing that I just had to.

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You hear the footsteps quickening behind you and you steal a glance over your shoulder.  You determine there to be a four-second differential between you and her.  The door is ahead of you.  What do you do?

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I’ll never forget Hatshepsut.

With all the media surrounding Egypt these days, I think back to when I first learned about Egypt’s history first hand at the National Egyptian Museum in Cairo.  There, a friendly tour guide named Karim offered his services, as well as his phonetic way to say complicated Egyptian names – like “Hot Chicken Soup” for Hatshepsut.

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Most people know Helen Keller, the deafblind American author, activist, and lecturer.  There’s a famous story about her, where her teacher, Anne Sullivan, taught Keller the meaning of water by running water over her hands.  Her name came up in conversation the other day, and it got me thinking about how lucky I was lucky in that sense (no pun intended).

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Title: New e-mail

Content:

Hey all!  This is my new e-mail account – my last account was clogged with spam… that’s what I get for using Hotmail since grade six :S

Anyways, I hope you’re well!  Shoot me an e-mail and let me know what you’re up to.

Take care,

- D

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I got up extra early today, without help from the sun.

My bedroom window faces an endless ocean; when the blinds are open, nothing stops the crisp golden sun from piercing my eyelids and straight into my dreams.

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Ebenezer School in Diriamba, Nicaragua

It’s been a month since I’ve returned from Nicaragua and Costa Rica and I’ve finally gotten around to reflecting on it.  Ok, that’s a lie, I’ve been constantly reflecting on it.  What I meant was, I have finally organized my thoughts enough that I’m willing to post about it.

To sum it up my experiences, I’ve written a short story.  Here’s a written trailer (or whatever the equivalent in short story world is called):

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What colour is that truck?  What colour is my shirt?  What colour is [insert random coloured item within sight of the curious protagonist]?

That’s right, welcome to my life.

My name is David, and I am a deuteranope, meaning I am red-green colour blind.  Don’t feel sorry for me or be scared if you’re in a car I’m driving – it hardly affects my life, including my ability to tell traffic lights apart (explanation).  It’s not that bad.

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Snowboarding Pain

Which is safer?

A. Wearing a helmet while snowboarding; or,
B. Not wearing a helmet while snowboarding.

I will argue against the obvious answer of A. And then I will argue why I personally would still do A :)

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Confused? Harry = homeless looking. Hedwig = delivery mechanism.

Today there was a person sitting on the pavement outside my apartment.  He was sitting on the street corner, just staring at cars go by.  There was slight rain, and cars drove into potholes full of water that splashed precariously close to this man.  His hair flowed swiftly with the wind in contrast to his steady gaze… like a lost soul with his thoughts blowing away.  It might seem like he’s a homeless man.

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