Miguel is the best Spanish lovebug I have ever had the good fortune to bully into being my workout buddy. Thank you, Miguel, for keeping me slightly sane-ish during the galvanizing experience that is Graduate School in the United States. There is a part of heart in the palm of your hand. It is delicate and fragile like a paper flower , yet so unlike the friendship its represents.
My magestic Miguel the Mysterious sent the following experpt to caption his featured selfie perfection:
"That's my research rock! There's a professor in my department who gives one to each student after they complete the first course of the qualitative search series. She reads a poem about these rocks as well.
I know she does it with all her students. Foundations of Qualitative Inquiry I think."