Don't Look Down

whatever you do.

Day two of our trek started groggily and with a serious need for some coca tea. The high elevation wiped me out and tossing and turning all night never allowed my batteries to recharge. On the bright side I was served a pancake with the word ‘Venado,’ Spanish for deer written on it in caramel. Everyone got a different animal, quite the interesting conversation starter.

After that sweet desayunito we headed out while the equipaje team packed up camp. The hike on day two took us over another smaller pass and through the ancient grazing grounds of alpaca and llama herders. Rock enclosures obviously built by hand and weathered into place over decades made the mountainside look like one giant quadratic chess-board with four-legged friends moving around like bleeting pawns.

The climb peaked with an intense 20 minute push that separated the gang into 4/5 smaller grupitos. I made it over to be greeted by the youngsters cheering me on from a boulder overlooking a huge crystal clear alpine lake. Once again the hardest part of our day awarded us with a truly breathtaking view.

From those heights the hike turned dramatically downhill. We all pretended to carve snow as we zig-zagged slowly but surely, passing through climate zones and shedding layers along the way.

After a quick lunch the path straightened out once more (check the video above for a minute of that walk) and we continued on to the natural hot springs of Lares town. Our two day adventure brought us to a wonderful close as we all played Marco PoLLo (re: Marco Chicken) in the mineral rich warm waters.

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Tom’s diner on colfax and pearl.
Capitol Hill at night

Photographed by Antonio Navarro Wijkmark

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Salar de Uyuni, Bolivia by night

"When the night comes, the starry sky reflects on its surface like in a mirror, and you have the feeling of being in space."

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El sistema solar desde otro punto de vista.

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"Creativity or talent, like electricity, is something I don’t understand but something I’m able to harness and use. While electricity remains a mystery, I know I can plug into it and light up a cathedral or a synagogue or an operating room and use it to help save a life. Or I can use it to electrocute someone. Like electricity, creativity makes no judgment. I can use it productively or destructively. The important thing is to use it. You can’t use up creativity. The more you use it, the more you have."

—Maya Angelou


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Anonymous asked: I'm white and I find the way you offhandedly represent all white people as a thoughtless and privileged whole both offensive and lazy.




i’m thinking about giving this a real response later because my favorite bloggers don’t troll their trolls back; they take everyone seriously and give them real, thoughtful answers - regardless of whether or not they deserve it - because they know their minds and politics are sound and that their words will likely reach farther than someone who rolls into their inbox to tell them about themselves.

but if u don’t mind rn, i have to write some paperz on why amerixa’s imperialist bloodlust ruined my parents’ country (possibly forever??) and another on racial representation in queerness n queer futurism. v lazy. catch u on the other side.

*scoots away*

So I’m gonna go out on a very dangerous limb and say…
The first two sentences of your response (sadly in my opinion, since this could’ve been a great way to shut them out with intelligence and eloquence) validate anons’ comment, if not exemplify your personal tendency to laugh white-ness into complicity. You using anons race as a factor in negating their feelings of racial generalization is almost funny. Almost.

Ugh I can smell the shit I’m gonna get for this coming a mile away. But hey, nothing ever came from sitting on one’s hands in silence. I consider myself an ally to people of color but I’ve also heard a lot of crap for being a cis white male re: ‘the man’ incarnate.

This is a convo I’ve been dying to have with you K. Casiño, and I wouldn’t have the nerve to say anything if I didn’t already have an incredible ammount of respect and love for you as an intellectual, individual and overall kickass person. Hope we can engage it some more when you’re done kicking cuny finals’ butt!!!

Comments welcome, encouraged even. Let’s talk about this!


18th century instrument to determine the sky’s ‘blueness’ called a Cyanometer: 

The simple device was invented in 1789 by Swiss physicist Horace-Bénédict de Saussure and German naturalist Alexander von Humboldt who used the circular array of 53 shaded sections in experiments above the skies over Geneva, Chamonix and Mont Blanc. 

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"And on the Mexican border,
Someone has ripped through a fence
Of reinforced chicken wire
With bolt cutters,
And erected a hammock
By suspending it
Between two of the fence’s
Concrete pillars.

After swinging gently back and forth,
From Texas to Mexico and then
From Mexico back to Texas,
They doze off; contemptuous
Of the security guards
Patrolling this artificial demarcation –
For, once upon a time,
Texas was Mexico
And Texas didn’t exist.

When Eugene Debs was imprisoned
For conscientious objection in World War One
He said, on September 11th 1915,
I have no country to fight for
My country is the earth
I’m a citizen of the world.’

– Heathcote Williams, “No Borders

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