Drumbeats & Drives

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It’s been a summer full of golden hours, which I didn’t know I’d missed. I lost them all last year, in a stunt of equatorial robbery.

Making up for lost suspension-of-time, I’ve wrung enough use out of them to make the whole summer feel almost like one long penumbra: dozens of glimmering evenings where whatever was discussed felt so inferior to the gist, some of them chock full of plots and tightly-wound striving, others heady and implicit, most clickity-clack back-and-forths with the occasional soaring overture. Some gussied up in the gloaming, but far more ragged on the road, fiddling with kerosene stoves and the good kind of spent.

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Drumbeats & Drives

Packing for the Wild West

I’m packing again (she says, as though having not also lived out of a suitcase for the past four months) – this time for only a month abroad, book-ended by haphazard weeks on the East Coast. Not long enough to justify attempting to create a sense of home elsewhere, but just long enough, and logistically convoluted enough, to complicate the process of selecting contents for one’s hermit crab shell.

Cobbling together a set of munitions to ensure decent functioning and preserve sanity at the end of the earth is a tall order. These sorts of lists have disappeared from circulation since the global health/development/natsec blogging heyday, but I have gotten good at this, have a number of friends striking out for assignments soon, and wanted to jot down my less-obvious recommendations.

Target audience: early-mid career folks and graduate students who work in international locations with few amenities for 2+ month stints between re-fuels. A step above Peace Corps, a rung below the point where your organization pays for you to ship things over, no diplomatic pouch privileges, little access to major urban centers. Continue reading “Packing for the Wild West”

Packing for the Wild West