One of the Oregon group students went back to Portland last Sunday (I am out of the communication loop). Very sad. From the beginning she was facing a challenging situation and had no illusions about it. Bringing her four(?) year old son over, it was obviously going to be a challenge. I don't know the details and don't care to speculate, but it comes down to language barrier and proper care for her son. What a sweet kid too, very gentle. I'll remember her for her positive and ambitious attitude, and her dedication to her son.

God, it sounds like I'm writing an obituary. It's disappointing time though. I empathize with her situation, it really hurts when a goal doesn't work out, and you have to renegotiate new ones.It's hard, lost pride stings. You have to stay positive, and keep looking ahead. Be resilient. It ain't easy.
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"Live" Blogged at Ikebukuro and Urawa train stations 8:09PM 10/29/02.

I was transferring from Saikyo train line to Keihin-Tohkou @ Ikebukuro station. Heading down the escalator I experienced a beautiful thing; rebellion. Running down the escalator I nearly ran into a business man standing in the "hurry the fuck up and run" line. I first auto-piloted and queued, but then quickly stepped aside so the sea of commuters could pass. My friend stayed right where he was. As everyone filed around him they shot him the backwards look to guilt him into the left-hand lane. But he wasn't having none of that. I glanced up to get a look at the mug of such a fine rebel-rouser. The look he gave back to me had a "You. Die. Now?" connotation to it. Hey, I'm on your side!

PS He was probably just drunk.

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