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    Es Ist Juli
    By Juli
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    Fruits of my accidental shopping spree

    I accidentally walked to Newbury St. today. It looked too pretty, I couldn't help it. And all the little new boutiques that opened up during my absence were just begging me in with their spankingly hip plaques and store displays.
    Not my fault at all!

    But I love what I got nonetheless: a convertable leather purse/clutch (yes to add to my purse collection), and some killer heeled ankle boots. Both are pretty out of my closet's repertoire in terms of style, so I do not feel too too guilty... I guess



    and here is the clutch version

    I'm totally in love with this overpriced thing. Can't wait to wear it!

    ...and here are the boots (they are higher than they look). Look familiar? Even higher version of these things were seen all over runways last season


Friday, 19 June 2009

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    Converting Vegetarians
    By Infected Mushroom
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    The White Mary: a Book Review and Reflections on Life

    White Mary A Novel by Kira Salak

    The White Mary is the explorer/journalist Kira Salak's first work of fiction. However, the novel has almost an autographical feel, with beautiful detailed accounts of the atmosphere and experiences. The protagonist Marika, whom the indigenous people call "White Mary", is like a version of Kira herself.

     

    BOOK SYNOPSIS

    Marika Vecera, an accomplished war reporter, has dedicated her life to helping the world's oppressed and forgotten. When not on one of her dangerous assignments, she lives in Boston, exploring a new relationship with Seb, a psychologist who offers her glimpses of a better world.

    Returning from a harrowing assignment in the Congo where she was kidnapped by rebel soldiers, Marika learns that a man she has always admired from afar, Pulitzer-winning war correspondent Robert Lewis, has committed suicide. Stunned, she abandons her magazine work to write Lewis's biography, settling down with Seb as their intimacy grows. But when Marika finds a curious letter from a missionary claiming to have seen Lewis in the remote jungle of Papua New Guinea, she has to wonder, What if Lewis isn't dead?

    Marika soon leaves Seb to embark on her ultimate journey in one of the world's most exotic and unknown lands. Through her eyes we experience the harsh realities of jungle travel, embrace the mythology of native tribes, and receive the special wisdom of Tobo, a witch doctor and sage, as we follow her extraordinary quest to learn the truth about Lewis--and about herself, along the way.


    To me, Salak represents a new kind of female hero. Like her character Marika, Salak herself has traveled into the world's most remote and dangerous places, including war-torn Congo and the interior of Papua New Guinea, and narrowly escaped death. She has been chased or captured multiple times by rebel soldiers in the various places. Two of her non fiction novels talk about these adventures:


    THE CRUELEST JOURNEY: SIX HUNDRED MILES TO TIMBUKTU
    Kira Salak's "The White Mary"

    This book accounts her journey as the first person in the world to kayak alone 600 miles on the Niger River of Mali to Timbuktu, retracing the fatal journey of the great Scottish explorer Mungo Park.

    FOUR CORNERS: A JOURNEY INTO THE HEART OF PAPUA NEW GUINEA
    Kira Salak's "The White Mary"
    This is her nonfiction account of her epic, solo jungle trek across the remote Pacific island nation of Papua New Guinea--often called the last frontier of adventure travel. She traveled only by dugout canoe or on foot though the thick jungles and swampy lands.

     
    I marvel at the daring bravery of someone like Salak. Her discription of Papua New Guinea has also highly inspired me. The country is covered almost entirely by dense rain forests, which is why inside is so untouched by modern civilization. In such a small place, there are over 800 tribes. She describes a place where time seems to stand still.
    After reading the White Mary, I looked up a map of Pupua New Guinea on Google Maps.
     
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    This was the most zoomed in view they had. Mysterious huh? I had a sudden urge to want to be in there. To live there a simple life. In the depth of the jungle you live from day to day, never knowing your fate, never knowing when you are going to die. But the people there accept death. It is a natural thing that happens to everyone. Modern "civilizations" try to cheat death, or fight it, with all the pills and treatments and plastics and what not. It is all so superflous. Why can't we just accept aging and death. This acceptance to us would be so enlightening and so unattainable. It is a tragedy.
    Looking at Papua New Guinea also gave me a huge refreshing perspective on life, one that i have reflected on in my younger days bad has been since buried with the hectic activities of the artificial world. Realistically,  it would be too late for me to live in the forest now. I'll never be ignorant enough to live blissfully. My upbringing would never alow me to have a "simple life", not to mention I'm stuck with a familial gene that pushes me to seek for "accomplishments". But I'm a little scared that in pursuit of these material accomplishments may ultimately deprive me of life's biggest accomplishment of all - to live.

     

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