Life, the universe, and MY COMPLETE INABILITY TO CONCENTRATE
Hello there, this is the Head of Flame speaking. If you're wondering about my name, wonder no more. This name comes from my symbol: a line drawing of a head made of fire. I'm planning on drawing a version of it on paint, so that I can use it for my LJ symbol. In the meantime, however, I shall allow myself to be represented by a simple picture of combustion. As you can see, this is my first post on LJ, which makes me feel somewhat responsible for introducing myself.
The subtitle of my journal is refers to the my station in life. Yes, I live in Macon Georgia, but, like so many of my fellow Mercerians, I'm "from out of town". Allow me to explain, as the child of a Brazilian father and an American mother, I have roots and relatives in both countries. I hold stronger to the Brazilian side of me, since I was born there. However, the combined time that I have spent in each of these countries is less than ten years. Most of my life has been spent far, far away, in a country that you have probably never heard of: Guinea. Oh sure, you've probably heard of "a" Guinea, but I doubt you've heard of "my" Guinea. For the uninitiated, Guinea (the Republic of Guinea) is situated in West Africa. It is bordered by Senegal, the Ivory Coast, Guinea-Bissau, Sierra-Leone, Mali, and Liberia. Yes, that does mean that I have lived the past twelve years surrounded by war zones. Fortunately, Guinea has remained remarkably war-free, something that is quite impressive in the region. It is a very poor country, the very definition of "third-world". However, in contrast with the citizens of many richer and more powerful nations, Guineans are generally happy. The country is populated by something like 30 different people groups (ethnic groups or tribes if this makes more sense to you), most of which have a unique language and culture.
Anyway, that's enough of a sociology lesson for today. Suffice it to say, Guinea is home and, until I find something better, will continue to be so. No, I haven't joyfully embraced American culture since I arrived here for good last May. My transition period has been somewhat difficult, helped along greatly by the fact that my grandparents and uncle live here in Macon. This, combined with some very good friends has allowed me to survive in the complex (and often ridiculous) culture of the US.
Unlike many others, I have no purpose for this journal, it is simply going to be a repository for thoughts that I think should be disseminated to others. I'll post when I feel like it, not on any set schedule. If you want something that operates on that system, read a webcomic. (Should you really want to follow this advice, I recommend Keenspot.com as a good starting point. Also, go to www.ctrlaltdel-online.com if you like video games.) Anyway, I think that this will be an interesting experiment, and, if nothing else, the ride should entertaining.
P.S.: I lived in Guinea because my parents are missionaries there.
The subtitle of my journal is refers to the my station in life. Yes, I live in Macon Georgia, but, like so many of my fellow Mercerians, I'm "from out of town". Allow me to explain, as the child of a Brazilian father and an American mother, I have roots and relatives in both countries. I hold stronger to the Brazilian side of me, since I was born there. However, the combined time that I have spent in each of these countries is less than ten years. Most of my life has been spent far, far away, in a country that you have probably never heard of: Guinea. Oh sure, you've probably heard of "a" Guinea, but I doubt you've heard of "my" Guinea. For the uninitiated, Guinea (the Republic of Guinea) is situated in West Africa. It is bordered by Senegal, the Ivory Coast, Guinea-Bissau, Sierra-Leone, Mali, and Liberia. Yes, that does mean that I have lived the past twelve years surrounded by war zones. Fortunately, Guinea has remained remarkably war-free, something that is quite impressive in the region. It is a very poor country, the very definition of "third-world". However, in contrast with the citizens of many richer and more powerful nations, Guineans are generally happy. The country is populated by something like 30 different people groups (ethnic groups or tribes if this makes more sense to you), most of which have a unique language and culture.
Anyway, that's enough of a sociology lesson for today. Suffice it to say, Guinea is home and, until I find something better, will continue to be so. No, I haven't joyfully embraced American culture since I arrived here for good last May. My transition period has been somewhat difficult, helped along greatly by the fact that my grandparents and uncle live here in Macon. This, combined with some very good friends has allowed me to survive in the complex (and often ridiculous) culture of the US.
Unlike many others, I have no purpose for this journal, it is simply going to be a repository for thoughts that I think should be disseminated to others. I'll post when I feel like it, not on any set schedule. If you want something that operates on that system, read a webcomic. (Should you really want to follow this advice, I recommend Keenspot.com as a good starting point. Also, go to www.ctrlaltdel-online.com if you like video games.) Anyway, I think that this will be an interesting experiment, and, if nothing else, the ride should entertaining.
P.S.: I lived in Guinea because my parents are missionaries there.