Get over it.

(open in a new window or tab to view ful sized, Graphic by Robert Corr)

'Boat people' are not the communist hordes sweeping down from Russia to take over Australia.

oops that was the reason behind the Vietnam War.

There are not hundreds of thousands of 'boat people' coming to invade our country and destroy our way of life. (however, if by 'destroy it is meant 'make wonderful contributions to our culture and society' then I'm ALL FOR 'EM).

on the dampening of toes.

i feel weird about this dipping my toe in the blogging water thing.

but, well hi!

i feel like there's a lot been goin' on. in all the nooks and crannies of my life. it has to make its way to the outside somehow.

i'm kicking ass at work, but i'm working hard too. and its noticed by people, you know. and i made it there through the midst of having to try hard to keep my mental health in check. it's not easy, sometimes, for me. but i won this round. hurrah &etc.

i went to morocco. and had an astounding experience. the place. the people. the land itself. i got fucking rained on in the middle of the Sahara desert. i almost posted a picture of myself to prove it but i'm too vain to post the only one i've got (it's SO DORKY). it was surreal. and super fun. i feel relaxed travelling in Islamic countries, the ones i've been so far, anyway. that's one reason i find myself choosing to travel there, i guess.

instead you get this shot taken in the Hassan II Mosque in Casablanca. pretty, no?

and you may like to know that street art exists everywhere. even in Essaouira, a gorgeous town on the Atlantic coast. i strolled along the beach there and in the old fortified city, arm-in-arm with a terribly handsome man. we feasted on seafood caught off the beach and drank copious quantities of coffee and mint tea.

and now i am home. with new dreams in my heart to shield me from the cold.