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About Me

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AMOR OMNIA VINCIT!
My name is Jaime. I will leave for Peace Corps training on 31 August 2009 to Nicaragua. There, I will provide training to English Teachers to formulate relevant language-acquisition curricula for 27 months.
I graduated from the University of California, Los Angeles with a B.A. in English World Literature and an accompanying Minor in French and Francophone Studies. After my service in the Peace Corps, I hope enter Aarhus Universitet's Cognitive Semiotics Elite Graduate Program (also contemplating programs at the Universities of Helsinki or Vaasa), and soon afterward hope to obtain the Second-year Master Degree in International Cooperation, Humanitarian Action, and Politics of Development (CIAH-PD) at the Université Paris-1 (Sorbonne).
I hope to use my knowledge and experience in Education and International Relations & Development in the U.S. Foreign Service, non-profit organizations, or other national and international public service or humanitarian organizations.
Born in Mexico, immigrated as a child to the United States, I understand the importance of good relations between peoples and nations, as well as the respect of human life and the dignity of every person. Positive international relationships are key to cooperation and social, political, and economic stability around the world, not only between developed nations, but between all nations. It is my hope to be a part of these continuing efforts.
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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

This may sound a little exclusive, but I'm going to have to make some disclaimers about people that I add:

(a)I must have already met you, and you are already (or will become) my friend.

However, there are a few exceptions:

If (a) is false, then:

(b) You must have written a worthy comment or message prior to my adding you.
and/or
(c) I must have read, seen, or heard some of your work and have become intrigued by it.

My Blog

The Mysterious Case of the Blue Flamingo

..In America, people enjoy the arrival of noisy pink and black v-lines to the Everglades, where the avian equivalent of Las Vegas neon lights touches down in the shallow lagoons of southern Florida.  ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Aug 2009 21:15:00 GMT

The Same Again, Or, On Accidents and Other Things

It's difficult to explain the feelings that get in the way of wonderful things.  There's an awareness that kills perfection, if perfection were the ignorance in bliss.  It starts the same as all the o...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Jul 2009 23:19:00 GMT

A second ago, I used to have a little secret...

Since I was ten years old, I have written a journal dedicated to the idea that to write, even to one's self, is a good means of self-expression and great, inexpensive therapy!  So now, nearly 25-and-a...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Jun 2009 23:42:00 GMT

Rosa

This is perhaps a story I may have told you before.  Like many true stories of supernatural Mexican lore, there is some didactic quality that may or may not be hidden in its details.  For the [truly] ...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 18:15:00 GMT

The Road, Pt. I

In the vastness of the highwaysome men lose themselves,refuse u-turns, return bluesfor infinite outer-space views.Drive, sit passenger side, back-seat, or ride in the flatbed in the open-wide: you cho...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 23:42:00 GMT

I Fear, Part III (Edited Version)

Too much space lay between us,Though we once lay face-to-face:Even between two kissersToo much emptiness appearsAt the boundaries of tongues and lips that touch.The lines divide one from the other,Mar...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 08:06:00 GMT

I Fear, Part III (Full Version)

Sweet Obsession, you kill me with kind words.  You flutter forms that hide in shades and light to force -- with your violent, thin fingers -- a smile on my dry and thirsty lips.  On these the flesh wi...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 06:06:00 GMT

The Messengers

You sit in the darkness of the room, staring at the glow of a screen, watching intently as a single sinister chord vibrates from the television speakers. The next moment, a lightning-fast image of exa...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 03:55:00 GMT

I Fear, Part II

Somehow I still fear you. I fear your face; I fear your body; I fear the distance in between when you are close, because its smallness is a front for its infinitude. I fear the image of you that by so...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 08:21:00 GMT

I Fear, Part I

On Sunday night I found a spider in my hair. I lay on three or four pillows as I stared up at the rotating fins of my ceiling fan. Once in a while I would shift my eyes back and forth, and it would se...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 06:40:00 GMT