Good books and art have always been important to me.
-Cool Hand Luke, Jaws, Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid
-I've recently been listening to a lot of Zappa, though I'm not proud of this. I used to list: Tool, The Police, and Yes
-While in the Peace Corps, a village woman named Tibo, but who I called Yaaba (meaning 'grandmother' in Moore), brought a sickly child to my house while the head of the village's health clinic was out for a couple days. She believed me to be a doctor, despite my constant protestations. Yaaba asked me for medicine for the child, explaining that the child had a malady of the stomach. There was no doubt that the child was in a bad way. Regardless of this, it had been drilled in my head not to give out medications to villagers. (We had been given a kit w/ thermometer, gauze and hydrogen peroxide, tylenol etc.) 'If you start doling out articles from your personal kit, you'll open a pandora's box and you'll get requests and demands w/ no end. Furthermore, these supplies are for YOUR health and well-being.' I told Tibo that I had nothing for the child. (I rationalized this by thinking, what have I got?...Pepto won't help- the girl clearly has some sort of parasitical infection.) Tibo brought the child to my house for three successive days, asking me kindly to help; I refused her each time. When the head of the health clinic finally came back, he informed me that we would be going to the funeral of Tibo's granddaughter the next day and that we should go to her house to express our condolences.