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'The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.' Iris Murdoch

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Hoping for a better 2021. Throwback pic here to our 2018 bike tour in Kapadokya, Turkey. 

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that once in my i life, i get to read by the river siene and with a view of the eiffel tower. like how those famous writers used to do.

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“I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say ‘he feels deeply, he feels tenderly’ “

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Bye, Paris. I know I would have loved you more if the trip was a bike tour and you're but one of the stops along the way. Still I get it why artists and poets love you -- lights and shadows, history and beauty, even amidst the crowd and throng of tourists. #lourve #museedorsay #eiffel #NoFilter #turistamode #missingmybike (at Paris, France)

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Gusto ko kumanta ng 'what a journey it has been, and the end is now in sight...' It took me almost forever to finish, daming sunflower ang nakalampas, at sabay pa ang mga revisions sa mga papers sa panibagong kurso, kaya ngayong pinipirmahan na, sobrang saya at pasasalamat! Di ako magsasawa sa pasasalamat kai Maam Natsy ang aking adviser, kai Maam Malou sa pasensya sa paulit ulit na revisions at kai Dean Inday. Di ko alam saan na dinala ng kapalaran ang 30 na babaeng deportees na nakausap ko para sa research na ito, pero sinisigurado ko na ang mga istorya at hinaing nila ay makakaabot sa mga ahensya ng gobyerno na dapat tumulong at tumugon. Special shout out sa aking thesis support group my sister Sheena, si rosanne, and si Rizza.

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at Edinburgh, United Kingdom

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Peanuts, IG : itsPeteski

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Walkers are practitioners of the city, for the city is made to be walked. A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities. Just as language limits what can be said, architecture limits where one can walk, but the walker invents other ways to go.

Rebecca Solnit

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It has rained for five days running the world is a round puddle of sunless water where small islands are only beginning to cope a young boy in my garden is bailing out water from his flower patch when I ask him why he tells me young seeds that have not seen sun forget and drown easily.

Audre Lorde, The Black Unicorn: Poems

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John Green, Turtles All the Way Down

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“This work needs to be shown, people need to be educated, people need to feel that there are possibilities. I always think to myself, if you don’t see your community, you have to create it. I can’t be dependent on other people to do it for us.” It is a continuing resistance “because we cannot be denied existence. This is about our lives, and if queer history, trans history, if politics of blackness and self-representation are so key in our lives, we just cannot sit down and not document and bring it forth.” - Zanele Muholi 

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I sometimes seem to myself to wander around the world merely accumulating material for future nostalgias.

Vikram Seth

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reading only books by women for a year. Join me!

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reading only books by women for a year. Join me!

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“We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to acquire it rather than on the nature and the sensation of desire, though often it is the distance between us and the object of desire that fills the space in between with the blue of longing. I wonder sometimes whether with a slight adjustment of perspective it could be cherished as a sensation on its own terms, since it is as inherent to the human condition as blue is to distance? If you can look across the distance without wanting to close it up, if you can own your longing in the same way that you own the beauty of that blue that can never be possessed? For something of this longing will, like the blue of distance, only be relocated, not assuaged, by acquisition and arrival, just as the mountains cease to be blue when you arrive among them and the blue instead tints the next beyond. Somewhere in this is the mystery of why tragedies are more beautiful than comedies and why we take a huge pleasure in the sadness of certain songs and stories. Something is always far away.”

- Rebecca Solnit, Field Guide to Getting Lost

*Picture, During our 2013 trek to the Everest Base Camp, this is the view on top of Gokyo Ri, with the giants of the earth, including Everest in a distance and the beautiful lakes of Gokyo some 5,000 masl