Archive for the 'Letters' Category
Friday, August 19th, 2005
Hello everyone. I don’t like inflicting my politics on anyone, so you can ignore this note if you want, but I just wanted to let you know about my situation and how it affects all of you. I believe most of you are fairly regular CBC listeners. So no doubt you have noticed a drastic [...]
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Saturday, August 13th, 2005
It has been almost three weeks and I am already finding myself at home and comfortable in this little African city of Bamako. ‘Tu-es chez toi ici’ says a friendly local handing me half of his tasty orange. Familiar faces with waving hands and raised thumbs as I whizz through my neighborhood on my little [...]
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Tuesday, August 9th, 2005
by Michael Albert. Despite how strange it looked to passerbys, I circled L’Institute Nationale de Recherche en Santé Public a dozen times while three Malians give me the thumbs up and said ‘lentement, lentement’ (slowly, slowly) each time I passed them at the front gates. Finally, I made it onto the road on my new [...]
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Sunday, August 7th, 2005
by Michael Albert. This seems to be all I can really take in so far, entering a new and strange land: a mud mosque here, two young men pushing an old peugot there, a small food stand, a large run-down billboard, dirt, rain, mud… the strangely familiar sound of Islamic advertising over passing loudspeakers, children [...]
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Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
by Si. . You can now read Si’s blog at http://skepticalinternationalist.blogspot.com/ Work has been most interesting these days. Alas I am not on the Iran file anymore. But I gotta say it is not looking pretty. I would not be surprised to see an Iranian “domestic resistance group” commit acts of sabotage at Iranian nuclear [...]
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Wednesday, March 23rd, 2005
By David Keatley The cascading light of the early morning sun awoke me with a start: I thought I’d overslept my alarm, and lost in the confused chaos of an interrupted dream it took me a few moments to realize where I was and why exactly it was I wanted to get up early. Then, [...]
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