December 15, 2012
Oh, just looking through old photos and happily musing about that time trinilikesalt came to visit and brought his camera. 

Oh, just looking through old photos and happily musing about that time trinilikesalt came to visit and brought his camera. 

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July 11, 2010
1. My email is full of fantabulous photos that Gary took of my family. This is one of my favorites. That’s my brother Bob, and he’s not really going to eat the chameleon. I think the chameleon knows that, because when the chameleon gets upset, the chameleon turns black, and here he’s still green, which tells me he’s not frightened.
2. I’m in a hotel in New Haven, CT. My cousin is getting married in a few hours. This wedding is the reason I’m still in the States. Marta’s like a sister to me. The last couple of months have been hard, but I’d do it all over again to be here today. It’s so worth it. 
3. Her almost-husband is a guy from Tanzania named Gwaki. He’s unspeakably awesome. He has lived in the U.S. since he was 12. He hates my Macbook but other than that he’s perfect. 
4. Last night at the rehearsal dinner I met one of his uncles, who still lives in Tanzania. He’s currently working on translating a history of his tribe, written by one of *his* uncles. His English is great and he’s getting the work done, but whenever he finishes a chapter he rereads it and finds that it just doesn’t quite make sense. I explained to him that this is because translation is not just a mechanical process. You can do a perfectly fine job of translating the words and somehow not just get the meaning right, especially when you’re working on a history, a text full of nuanced statements pregnant with emotions from the past. Translation, I said, is best done by those who are themselves writers. So he asked me, what should he do? Should he stop his work and study writing? I laughed. Gave him my email address. Extracted from him a promise to email me his chapters. Told him I think I can help him, and that I’d love to be a part of immortalizing the history of his tribe. 
5. I called Bean’s father this morning. He’s picking us up at the airport. It’s going to be wonderful to see him. (For the first time since March of 2009. Exclamation point.)
6. I made you a mixtape, I just need to figure out how to post it.
7. My brother and Bean got matching haircuts. Bean is going to be the cutest Ring Bear of all time. 
8. My uncle from Hawaii is, at this very moment, catnapping on the floor of my hotel room - the one with the light switch on the ceiling of the bathroom, yeah. He’s waiting for me to finish this post so we can talk about the book he wants me to write about my grandmother. Like, the family wants to pay me to do this, you guys. 
9. I was told there would be no math. Srsly. I’m notoriously terrible at estimating what my own time is worth. But I like this idea, and so I’mma do my best. 
10. My next post will be made from Grenada. 

1. My email is full of fantabulous photos that Gary took of my family. This is one of my favorites. That’s my brother Bob, and he’s not really going to eat the chameleon. I think the chameleon knows that, because when the chameleon gets upset, the chameleon turns black, and here he’s still green, which tells me he’s not frightened.

2. I’m in a hotel in New Haven, CT. My cousin is getting married in a few hours. This wedding is the reason I’m still in the States. Marta’s like a sister to me. The last couple of months have been hard, but I’d do it all over again to be here today. It’s so worth it. 

3. Her almost-husband is a guy from Tanzania named Gwaki. He’s unspeakably awesome. He has lived in the U.S. since he was 12. He hates my Macbook but other than that he’s perfect. 

4. Last night at the rehearsal dinner I met one of his uncles, who still lives in Tanzania. He’s currently working on translating a history of his tribe, written by one of *his* uncles. His English is great and he’s getting the work done, but whenever he finishes a chapter he rereads it and finds that it just doesn’t quite make sense. I explained to him that this is because translation is not just a mechanical process. You can do a perfectly fine job of translating the words and somehow not just get the meaning right, especially when you’re working on a history, a text full of nuanced statements pregnant with emotions from the past. Translation, I said, is best done by those who are themselves writers. So he asked me, what should he do? Should he stop his work and study writing? I laughed. Gave him my email address. Extracted from him a promise to email me his chapters. Told him I think I can help him, and that I’d love to be a part of immortalizing the history of his tribe. 

5. I called Bean’s father this morning. He’s picking us up at the airport. It’s going to be wonderful to see him. (For the first time since March of 2009. Exclamation point.)

6. I made you a mixtape, I just need to figure out how to post it.

7. My brother and Bean got matching haircuts. Bean is going to be the cutest Ring Bear of all time. 

8. My uncle from Hawaii is, at this very moment, catnapping on the floor of my hotel room - the one with the light switch on the ceiling of the bathroom, yeah. He’s waiting for me to finish this post so we can talk about the book he wants me to write about my grandmother. Like, the family wants to pay me to do this, you guys. 

9. I was told there would be no math. Srsly. I’m notoriously terrible at estimating what my own time is worth. But I like this idea, and so I’mma do my best. 

10. My next post will be made from Grenada. 

July 11, 2010
The better half of my face.
Gary’s photos, especially of Bean, were fantastic, and I’m so glad that he made the trip and photographed my family. But I’m sad about how my face looks. Especially my eyes. I wasn’t going to mention it, because I neither need nor want you to tell me I look “fine”.
[But then I changed my mind. I do that.]
I’ve spent the last few years planning to come to terms with aging, but I think instead I’m going to fight it. 

The better half of my face.

Gary’s photos, especially of Bean, were fantastic, and I’m so glad that he made the trip and photographed my family. But I’m sad about how my face looks. Especially my eyes. I wasn’t going to mention it, because I neither need nor want you to tell me I look “fine”.

[But then I changed my mind. I do that.]

I’ve spent the last few years planning to come to terms with aging, but I think instead I’m going to fight it. 

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