http://www.travelblog.org/Bloggers/nbell1/ Travel adventures in journals and photos from nbell1 en-us Tue, 29 Dec 2009 06:01:30 +0000 Tue, 29 Dec 2009 06:01:30 +0000 Essay on the Super Bowl for writing about sports. It is almost shocking the degree to which I have lost interest in baseball college basketball and football passions of my youth. Time I guess time. If only to have more of it. What do you thinkNathan Bell Super Bowl as Ritual Pizza wings beer chips hot dogs burgers commercials football these the compo http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/blog-373039.html 4 OliveOutside a bar underA green Heineken umbrellaAn old womanTattered purple coat.Sunglasses and a gray hat.I am back in Nyack.My year in India is over.So is the covert love affair.I can't think of India or Sahaya MaryI cannot bear their loss.Up Main Street past the bar andThe drifter alone at the table.Come here she soothes.You have a story to tell.I sit and tell her howI would have ma http://www.travelblog.org/Antarctica/Antarctica/Amundsen-Scott-South-Pole-Station/blog-372365.html Hey whoever still gets this and has taken the time to click on the link in the email they received. I had never written a poem until a few months ago. I had always been put off by the extravagant symbols alluding to the unknown. But in my senior seminar I have to write 25 pages of creative work and since we are reading essays about poetry in this first section of the class I decided I'd give http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/London-City/blog-369968.html Barack Obama has a heart. That is what this election is about. For once people have been provided an alternative to the ldquobest of the worstrdquo scenario that seems to inevitably accompany each election cycle. Barack Obama has given the world reason to believe that if he were to be elected the most powerful country in the world would be steered by someone who would look at a situation http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/London-City/blog-354445.html I know I haven't sent anything in a long while. It's been a whale of a semester. So much change so much growth... why does growing seem to always hurt so much Here is an essay for public essayOne night a couple of weeks ago I made an emergency beer run to Tops. I had never been to Tops before and so after grabbing the beer and returning to the front to pay I was shocked to find that none http://www.travelblog.org/Antarctica/Antarctica/Amundsen-Scott-South-Pole-Station/blog-353097.html Hey anyone who still gets this. Its been a busy summer and we finished the first draft of the book. And before school started as we had hoped. Now we are working on the second draft and it is coming well.I wrote this little piece as an informal assignment for public essay class. Since Ive begun writing I have been slightly scared of writing about soccer. I don't know why. I think most like http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/London-City/blog-321058.html Hey allHere is an essay that I just wrote and have yet to revise looking at my experience with Sahaya Mary from a different and for me more powerful perspective. I know there should be some comments on this one. Happy summer to all.Hope everyone is doing wellNate Essay for Guideposts A couple of times a year often when I'm home from school my mom and I wind up reminiscing about my chi http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/United-Kingdom/England/Greater-London/London-City/blog-295746.html It was through soccer as usual that I made my first connections in India. And as usual I had brought a soccer ball with me this time deflated in my stuffed bag. I pumped it up with the help of a neighborhood bike repairman. He set up shop in the spotty shade of a scraggy bush next to the main road sitting on a rock until a customer came. With a newly full ball in tow I walked through m http://www.travelblog.org/Europe/Germany/blog-277331.html There is a little boy with straight hair as blond as the sun bleached sand alone in the center of a small tunnellike backyard. The faint dusk light sends his shadow arching along the ground behind him. He bends down to the ground and scoops up a muddy gray baseball with the oversized glove his father gave him for Christmas. He stands slowly tiredly and faces the black trampoline pitchback. http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/blog-273869.html A pale light seeped into the cramped bedroom from under the door. There was just enough light for John to see Patricia's pale drawn face if he were to have looked. But John didn't look. John stood stiffly in the middle of the room hands on the back of his desk chair staring out the window into the blackness. What are we going to do now he asked. After a moment Patricia nearly hidden be http://www.travelblog.org/Antarctica/Antarctica/Amundsen-Scott-South-Pole-Station/blog-271271.html I sat on the old stone wall that jutted out from the changing room and watched the tall guy lifeguard with hair that was longer in the front than in the back scoop leaves out of the tranquil pool. Over to the right past the chain linked fence and cart path beyond the swaying rushes was the Hudson River. From my vantage point I could even see a tiny section of the Tappan Zee Bridge through the http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/blog-264567.html This is a Love Marriage not an Arranged Marriage I spent my junior year abroad in the Indian city of Madurai located in the southern state of Tamil Nadu. Whereas in America my dirty blond hair and unspectacular looks often made me feel unseen in India I stood out. Every time I walked down a crowded road children and adults alike would stop and stare. I was an outsider no matter how much I http://www.travelblog.org/Antarctica/Antarctica/Amundsen-Scott-South-Pole-Station/blog-261642.html Empty TruthBut I'm still interested in sex Raj replied averting his eyes. Sex is submitting to your desiresrdquo Adam told him. At some point you are going to have to decide whether you want to be governed by your desires or whether you are going to overcome them. Adam spoke slowly and severely as if analyzing his words while still in the thought process for any negative influences. http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/New-York/Finger-Lakes/blog-251027.html ldquoYou start out every sentence with lsquoyorsquordquo Jane said half joking half appalled. ldquoI donrsquot know how you expect anyone to take you seriously.rdquo ldquoI donrsquot know itrsquos naturalrdquo I defended. ldquoItrsquos not like this is a classroom or anything.rdquo Jane and I were lying in the grass outside of a towering cement building on the c http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/blog-250371.html If you do not suffer now you will suffer the rest of your life David hissed in my ear as I bent painfully backwards as far as my body would allow. David the Bikram yoga instructor had been transformed the second we entered into the one hundred and twenty degree room. Outside he had been shy and unassuming and with just about as much presence as pounds on his body. There seemed to be very http://www.travelblog.org/Antarctica/Antarctica/blog-244992.html A Worthy Sacrifice Fuck you and your fucking God damned religion the man now fully through the gaping front door screamed. Behind the anger barely noticeable he stifled a sob. He grabbed the door handle and transferring his rage slammed the door. The warm yellow light from inside evaporated. Howls from worried neighborhood dogs rose instantly disrupting the deep summer night stillnes http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/blog-238712.html This is an essay about elevators. I feel like we all get kind of uneasy in them. Here I explore why. What do you think All critque is not only weclomes but solicited. You enter the hotel lobby. Set into the back wall the grey doors of an elevator sit solemnly. Four people stand facing the doors as if looking at an altar. You walk up to them. Upon hearing your advancing footsteps a dark http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/blog-230810.html Worlds ApartWorlds apart.Here I am.There you are. Can never be. I cry every night because you will leaveDon't open this package until I'm goneMom my heart and my mind are completely at oddsNate I trust you Your heart and your mind are completely at oddsWhat do I doOpen your heart ShakraI knew you were coming back today I knew you were coming around the corner just thenNat http://www.travelblog.org/Asia/blog-225114.html HeyHere is a personal essaystory that I wrote last eyar and have since doctored up. But... I need help on it. I dont think it flows well and I think this is largely because when I first wrote the story I solely intended to tell the story of Raja. December was my ldquowinter breakrdquo a time to get away from Madurai to be a normal tourist to blend in. Five months of living in Madurai http://www.travelblog.org/North-America/United-States/blog-219913.html Top of the morning to you Im enjoying having a blog again and feeling like I can have some sort of connection with people who matter in my life. Firstly emiliano sent me a really fantastic essay by Orhan Pamuk it was actually an acceptance speech for the nobel prize that Id like to sent on. the link is...httpnobelprize.orgnobelprizesliteraturelaureates2006pamuklectureen.htmlI add http://www.travelblog.org/Africa/Algeria/South/Tamanrasset/blog-217670.html