Comments on: Rwanda, make an honest woman out of me http://www.jinamoore.com/2008/04/25/133/ Reporter & Producer Thu, 12 Jan 2012 13:31:24 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3 By: A note not technically from, but in light of, Central Africa « Notes from Central Africa http://www.jinamoore.com/2008/04/25/133/#comment-302 A note not technically from, but in light of, Central Africa « Notes from Central Africa Fri, 05 Sep 2008 18:24:25 +0000 http://jinamoore.wordpress.com/?p=133#comment-302 [...] later; we go anywhere we want, almost immediately, and go home when and with whomever we want; and we avoid each other, sending texts and leaving voicemails, for as long as we [...] [...] later; we go anywhere we want, almost immediately, and go home when and with whomever we want; and we avoid each other, sending texts and leaving voicemails, for as long as we [...]

]]> By: More Google Scores « Notes from Central Africa http://www.jinamoore.com/2008/04/25/133/#comment-301 More Google Scores « Notes from Central Africa Mon, 05 May 2008 13:52:09 +0000 http://jinamoore.wordpress.com/?p=133#comment-301 [...] saw “Notes on Central Africa” and clicked their way to my site. Because that was a post that I quite nearly self-censored, and the irony of someone looking for the tall and the suave and [...] [...] saw “Notes on Central Africa” and clicked their way to my site. Because that was a post that I quite nearly self-censored, and the irony of someone looking for the tall and the suave and [...]

]]> By: Matt http://www.jinamoore.com/2008/04/25/133/#comment-300 Matt Sat, 26 Apr 2008 18:45:59 +0000 http://jinamoore.wordpress.com/?p=133#comment-300 So...what happens when "comfortably detached" becomes simply "detached". Or I suppose that's the point. Detached = without intention and without vulnerability. I've had enough of that. Perhaps that explains the (or my) endemic flying solo chameleon island hopping, morphing into one world and then another. Attached enough to have your own unique intimacy and memories of a place (or person), a relationship between you and that place that's so far from familiarity, old friends and family that only you and "it" share its secrets. But still safe enough in your transience to move away and on when the story demands any kind of commitment or permanency. But then, once you've realized that, how do you stop? Ok, I'm rambling and not quite sure myself what that means. Just a bit pensive as I say good-bye again to another place. A hopeless civic (or cultural) polyamorist. So...what happens when "comfortably detached" becomes simply "detached". Or I suppose that's the point. Detached = without intention and without vulnerability. I've had enough of that.

Perhaps that explains the (or my) endemic flying solo chameleon island hopping, morphing into one world and then another. Attached enough to have your own unique intimacy and memories of a place (or person), a relationship between you and that place that's so far from familiarity, old friends and family that only you and "it" share its secrets. But still safe enough in your transience to move away and on when the story demands any kind of commitment or permanency. But then, once you've realized that, how do you stop?

Ok, I'm rambling and not quite sure myself what that means. Just a bit pensive as I say good-bye again to another place. A hopeless civic (or cultural) polyamorist.

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