Monthly Archives: July 2010

The coming week

Having lived, slept, laughed and seen this country that has become his adopted land for the time being, the Paraguayan Pilgrim remains unsatisfied with his knowledge of the language that he is to know in order to communicate. With this in mind, he is taking a upcoming 48 hour time period, beginning Wednesday night until the setting of the sun on Friday, to study and absorb new verbs, ideas and phrases which he hopes will propel him forward with his communication program. This shall be undertaken in solitude, away from the distractions and noises that construct his life and work. He is asking those who frequent this site and who consider themselves acquaintances of his to seek and beseech the dwelling place of the Most High for enlightenment in this facet of his interim career. He prays that this time will further his ability to absorb culture, communicate among his business contacts, serve those he is called to and in witnessing as well. And to be able to retain clarity of mind through this time of studying would be highly desirable as well.

Here’s what I’m saying: I’m taking 2 days off to study Spanish and I’m asking that, if you read this, you’ll pray for me specifically on those days that I could learn more of Spanish. It will be a ongoing process and yet I’m hoping to speed it up a little. I hope I won’t go insane by cramming and studying. I’m also planning  to fast as well. If you know of anyone who is interested and who would pray to this end, I ask you’d spread it along. Thanks and God speed!


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A ode to the cold

Following the days of the latter rain in the territory of AMA-Paraguay, the mercury did plummet. Indeed this expected act did not alarm us. For we truly did converse amongst us, saying, “Tis indeed a most pleasant winter and the days are well-suited for the tropical islands. But let us not get too caught up in it for doth there not remain 6 weeks till fair weather?” Indeed after some reflection, the Paraguayan Pilgrim took his pen and, under a influence of which he himself is unconscious of, rewrote a passage which was more suited to his current condition.

Psalm 139, paraphrased:

O cold, thou hast searched and hast found me

My downsitting and my uprising are not hid from thee and understandest my feelings against thee.

Thou encompassest my daylight and my time of sleep and art there whithersoever I tread

For there is not a spark of heat in me but, lo, O cold, thou hast taken it all away. 

Thou hast set me behind and before and hast laid thine icy chill upon me.

Such feeling is too much for me; it is wrong, I must flee from it.

But whither shall I go from the breeze, thy companion? Or whither shall I flee from thy icy breath?

If I ascend unto my tower, thou art there; if I make my bed in the casita, behold there thou art as well.

If I take the cords of my electric blanket and secure them so that the electric flows,

Even there thou possessest my face and my head loses it’s warmth.

If I say, Surely between my t-shirts and the sun, I shall stay warm, even then thou tormentest me.

Yea, t-shirts and coats avail nothing for with the wind as thy helper, thou findest my skin.

For in the winter, thou embracest me; thou coverest me in thy icy cloak.

I will praise Thinsulate, for it doth defeat thee; marvelous is it’s doing and that my body knoweth right well. 

My body is not hid from it’s power, when I prepare to face thee and do wrap my body in it.

Surely I shall defeat thy powers; depart, for thy destruction is sure.

For the sun shall arrive and I shall work again in short-sleeved polo shirts.

Search me, O Cold, and know my flesh; blow, thou south wind, and know my extremities.

And see if there be not warmth upon me and flee until thine appointed time.

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The Parable of July 13th

In his first experience, following the maneuvers in the mud, I, the author and scribe of this parable, took a journey 3 ½ hours west to the city of Asuncion. There was no need to have to undertake this journey save for the learning of the streets and places where in I must conduct business in the future. In this, my journey was a success. Only the future shall reveal how successful I was in obtaining this knowledge.

Howbeit, this was not the memorable part of my journey. On the return voyage, I found myself conducting our chariot. The darkness had fallen, bringing the clarity of a cloudless, winter night. The stars allowed themselves to be unveiled in their fullness. Closer to Tierra, elevated a scant few units of measurements above a artificial landscape, we were in a veritable stream of shooting stars. Coming and going, we saw these phenomenons. When one has a better understanding of this, he will come to the conclusion that these “stars” travel only at the speed by which they are projected. Secondly, the question is begged, “Does this light than travel at a more rapid speed, given that it is propelled, rather than simply illuminating, like other forms of light?”. This I gave no thought to for there came a point in time when, cresting a small rebellion which disproved the “flat-earth” theory, I found twain of these stars shooting at me. Arousing my mind to a state of high alert, I mentally reviewed my options. There appeared to be one option. A memo flashed through my mind. I must remove my chariot safer ground. This I did, causing some consternation from my fellow travelers seated in the rear. But, my charge was to keep them from harm and my chariot from damage. This I accomplished, not just once but twice. I was nearly required to do so the third time when the oncoming vehicle, for this is indeed the source of the shooting stars, returned to his proper asphalt path. This was the total sum of my experiences on this day.

Lesson: Drive defensively.

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Igauzu Falls: June 16

As stated, these were some photos that were snapped a month ago. I’m only now getting to posting them because I have more coming!

I knew, when I reviewed this in-camera, that I had a winner. I couldn’t have composed it better or asked for better lighting.


Same gal, different expression. She’s so much fun to photograph, with a variety of expressions plus a child’s innocence.

One thing you can’t do at Niagra, stand in front of them. It was crazy misty with the wind coming off the falls right at us. I shot, more or less, blindly. But I like how this and the next one turned out. Misty with a hint of mystery.


You can’t see it clearly but to the right hand side of the picture in the center is ‘Garganta del Diablo‘, the throat of the devil. On the Argentine side, you can walk right out there to the throat. But here on the Brazil side, where I shot this picture is as far out as you can walk. Any farther and you drop into the canyon below. No special effects were applied to this photo but it looks like a soft focus filter was used.


Bien viaje where your path takes you!


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Transgression and Blessing

It came to pass on one of his many journeys into the land surrounding the territory wherein he dwelt, that the Paraguayan Pilgrim was summoned to accompany a handful of other people whose circumstances mirrored his. Save for twain, the party was comprised of those under contracts to serve in the AMA territory, located in the land named Paraguay. Having never been to the yon fair land of Brazil, whose people have been known to be rarely fair and who the leaders of AMA-Paraguay would rather keep at a yon distance, and in anticipation of future sojourns to this land, did he go, for lo, Maynard the First had surely decreed that he must. His knowledge that his portion of the sojourn would would be made null from the funds in the common coffers made his acquiescence to the mandate a simple feat. And verily, on the morning when they departed, he found himself again acquiescing to his leader’s orders. Which were these. “Guide this vessel to and through yonder lands, through the land of perilous paperwork (border) to the river that floweth swiftly and falleth through vast spaces of altitude only to regain it’s form in the waters below”.

Lo, I testify that these were the mandates, made largely in the tongue of Unspoken, which I received on that morning. And indeed, if he doth so decree, shall I not obey? Verily then, our journey was conducted in safe manner to the site commanded. At this place, there are all manner of trinkets to purchase and indeed, should one be careless, his coffers would surely decrease in a rapid manner. On this day, the great orb that on other days did such a splendid job of illuminating the heavens was in most reluctant manner. I did ponder this, “Lo, tis surely a pity that the sun shineth not. We shall become wet and cold but do not the over-shading clouds make for less shadows, which lends also to possibly better photo opportunities?”. Bethinking myself in such a manner, I remained alert for such opportunities. Alas, my alertness was to fail me later.

Having completed our sojourn to the land of Brazil, we ventured to that great concrete embankment which, through ways and means that I confess myself to be ignorant of, creates “chooze”. This “chooze” gives artificial orbs the ability to glow when the darkness falls. And when the winter days are upon us and the night waneth long, this is surely much appreciated. Having arrived, we discovered that, in accordance to the religion called “futbol”, the establishment was in a non-functioning state. The culprit was a program called World Cup, which in complete innocence of our plans, had the Brazilian delegation playing a game on the same day. This is truth; I lie not. Having no greater thing in mind, we re-boarded our chariot and headed west. Twas on this portion of the journey that it happened. Having made a orderly stampede through a town, the horses were feeling frisky and I gave them room to skirt a slow moving chariot. It was at this juncture that I made my grievous error. The workers of Paraguay had deemed it fit to apply a double line of appearance-altering liquid which, verily divide the passage in twain. The appearance of this liquid, which by now was quite dry and was no more liquid, was that of the sun on a bright summer day. These workers were also in cahoots with the nomadic tribe called Police. Mounting up to the crest of the next hill, one of these emerged from the roadside and beckoned me with his palm. Reining in my ponies, for surely he had seen my transgression and to flee would have been pointless, I only prayed that he endeavored to be like the Lord which I serve and was overflowing with mercy. But he must not have read that portion of Scripture for his devotions for he levied a stiff retribution in return for my chariot registration. Surrendering the required sheets of official paper, I continued on my journey. My ponies had lost some of their confidence for throughout the latter end of our sojourn, they never again transgressed in such a manner as they had earlier.

Having deduced that it would be a full moon and 2 new ones or 2 full moons and one new one (I don’t monitor the lunar phases sufficiently enough to know which of the twain it would be) till the debt would be recompensed in my personal coffers, I accepted this as my fate and continued to fulfill my duties in the land of my pilgrimage. This event fell into my history and I was in acceptance of that. But it so happened that just prior to my consuming my portion of noon day food, I was presented with a glued piece of paper. Having had no prior knowledge of this envelope, it’s contents waited to be discovered until I had gained my quarters. Upon opening my letter, for surely that is what happened to be, the realization that it contained bills of foreign origin, the sum of which equaled my retribution of a fortnight before, was close to overtaking my mental capacities of thought. Me bethinks to myself, “Tis indeed provincial to have this letter arrive at the moment that it did”. For verily, I translated the foreign bills into payment for my transgression. For this, I thank the Lord whom I serve on behalf of the sender. In this parable I lie not but communicate the truth.

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