"stories hands tell"

a was taking a few minutes to read a blog that i follow--some of you will remember me mentioning the pirate king in other incarnations of my blog--and a came across an entry of his from a while back. he iswas an interpreter, which is what first caught my attention and the reason why i started following him.

his post entitled Stories Hands Tell is short, but heavy. it reminded me of what i'm getting myself into... (well, reminded me is would infer that i don't think sanscessently about destroying lives by attempting to werk. if only i could leave that thought in class or at werk or somewhere that's not always on my mind... ha i try)

My hands have held secrets that have broken lives. A conduit for congratulations, a carrier of bad news. It's the interpreter's curse and gift to bear witness to many things.

The stories these hands could tell.

his entries are funny, sad, deep, light, enjoyable. you should read. plus he's good with the drawing.

hic extraneus sum.