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  swimming with turtles I'm floating face down in the calm sulu sea. sort of like william holden in the opening scene of sunset boulevard. not dead in norma desmond's over-chlorinated, tepid swimming pool, but floating in the briny sulu sea off the east coast of borneo. floating? well, not exactly that either. i'm gently kicking my blue flipper-clad feet, snorkeling in the sulu sea off selingan island, one of the three protected "turtle islands" off the east coast of sabah about ten kilometers from the philippines. the water is pristinely clear, the coral more dead than alive, more pale whi

  swimming with turtles i'm floating face down in the calm sulu sea. sort of like william holden in the opening scene of sunset boulevard. not dead in norma desmond's over-chlorinated, tepid swimming pool, but floating in the briny sulu sea off the east coast of borneo. floating? well, not exactly that either. i'm gently kicking my blue flipper-clad feet, snorkeling in the sulu sea off selingan island, one of the three protected "turtle islands" off the east coast of sabah about ten kilometers from the philippines. the water is pristinely clear, the coral more dead than alive, more pale whi

 Slow! clouded leopard lane    leapin' lemurs! rushin' rhinocerii! just when he thought he was lost at the bottom of the deep blue sulu sea, he miraculously flash gordoned out of an unforeseen anti-sink escape hole in the green-turtled aquashere and catapulted skyward back to the hum drum safety and routine of mega-malled kota kinabalu. not to worry... chapter 3. it's another dazzlingly black east sabahan night filled with the twinklings of an infinity of stars and the huge yellow "bulan" crawling up the horizon. he and his girl are on night safari in the "tabin" wildlife r

he's back in yankee stadium, the green grass-brown earth memory dome of 1956, back when mickey mantle's triple crown was the greatest thing a long island jew boy could worship, before jfk was shot, the vietnam war took off america's rose-colored glasses, and mantle became just another oklahoma dolt who drank too much and embarrassed himself in public. he's standing there  right next to mantle - who's there in the on deck circle. maybe he's the bat boy, but he's standing there next to number seven, "the mick", and he's sporting his own bronx bomber uniform, th

so, enough about me you want to know about the food the people well fuck you i mean fine what can i tell you? it's all about me right? like it's all about you okay your kids your husbands, wives, mothers, fathers your job your country, investments your home, hearts, lungs, kidneys, backs same fucking thing but you insist you want to know what's behind these smiling brown faces their inherent modesty their endearing but evasive self consciousness why do they look to the west? well, there's this one dude who

pedagogy so.. some of you doubting toms and tomettes seem to think that I NEVER WORK oh yeah i've gotten the subtle suggestions, the caustic remarks  i can see you all sitting there with those knowing, self-satisfied  smiles on your faces "ah, that trules has done it again  pulled another fast one gotten another subsidized free ride to the far side of the world  just to continue his self-indulgent dawdling his lazy-ass peter pan philandering his verbotic, self-centered mis-adventuring" oh yeah i can hear those nasty, ungenerous thoughts i can read between the silences and

there are tall tales among the people and villages of sabah and sarawak in north borneo, malaysia. simply wrought folktales. mythical tales and tribal stories that are passed on orally from one generation to the next. from father to son, from uncle to nephew, from sister to cousin, from native to traveler. like endangered species, these tales are at risk of disappearing altogether, being forgotten and lost unto the vacuous caverns and mtv concerns of the modern megamalls and kids of kota kinabalu. these are tales of fierce and warring tribes the kada

well, amigos, on tuesday, 10:35 am, i leave this wonderful place called sabah � for a new home, a new job, a new city, new neighbors, new students, new colleagues, new challenges, new restaurants, new adventures� all new-new-new-- the next part of my journey� but as i've been wandering around this now strikingly empty three bedroom condo overlooking the south china sea the last several days, stuffing my belongings into as few suitcases and monster trunks as i can manage, i'm already feeling quite nostalgic � and grateful � for the gift of my time he

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