To all the die-hard Captain Jack Sparrow stalkers, oops, fans out there – you know who you are.  How much do you really love him? Enough to swim up to his yacht in the middle of the night, sneak up the rigging and lie in the bed, the very bed, he sleeps in? Well,...
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“A man is pulled alive from rubble in the Haitian capital Port-au-Prince, after being buried for 12 days, the US military says.” As massochistic as it has been to watch each tragic, hopeless night of Haiti earthquake coverage  – of the gut-wrenching, primal howling  of a child in pain which affects me so deeply...
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“What’s so funny about peace, love and understanding?” — Elvis Costello I find myself struggling to hold back the tears while going about my evening routine, the TV on in the background, Anderson Cooper’s miffed, surprisingly flat, often emotional tone, for the third night in a row, describing the unfathomable sadness of lives lost...
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When it comes to traveling, I like to think I become a senses-heightened, fully-engaged version of my normal self.  That is: high-functioning, buttoned-up, sharp as a tack, in control without being controlling, street smart, friendly yet cautious, culturally sensitive, forward-thinking, spontaneous and always – always – prepared.  Did I mention verbose? Given my completely delusional...
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