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I just finished ¨A Million Little Pieces¨ by James Frey, the third book on this trip already! Given my lack of intellectual stimulation via books in my normal life, 3 books in the span of less than 10 days is scholarly intoxication.

So its been sitting on my bookshelf for 3 years and I finally decide to read it on this trip. Man it started off seriously PSYCHOTIC but a relatively pleasant ending was very much desired. It basically describes a man´s journey through rehab; so go figure how the first half of the book was like, living hell, literally.

I particularly liked this little excerpt-

¨He is playing low like he always plays low. He is holding the notes for longer than I would think he would be able to hold them. He is repeating a melody over and over each time with variations. It is simple music, made by one man and his lungs and a piece of metal with holes and his fingers moving along the holes. It is just sound low then higher slow then faster slow again and low, repeated with variations. There are no words and there is no singing, but the music has a voice. It is an old voice and a deep voice, like the stump of a sweet cigar or a shoe with a hole. It is a voice that has lived and lives, with sorrowand shame, ecstasy and bliss, joy and pain, redepmtion and damnation. It is avoice with love with without love. I like the voice, and thought I cant talk to it, I like the way it talks to me. It says it is all the same. Young man, take it and let it be.¨

So yesterday I sat on a bench surrounded by snow capped Andes mountains and read and read and read for 5 straight hours; I havent done this in a lonnnng time. The last 5 straight hours of something was... studying for finals at Grainger. bummer. What's even more strange, I read from 4 to 9pm and it was still bright out. We're so near the Antarctic here that the sky gets dark only at 1030pm literally. Weird, I know.

No photos for now because this computer that I am working on is straight from the 1980s. I type and words appear half a second later. I would imagine uploading photos to perhaps destroy the entire harddrive, whatever of it remains inside this plastic case which looks like complete thrash. Its amazing how itnernet works on this peice of (or lack of) technology.