Monthly Archive: March, 2014

I don’t feel so good…

Today, my friends. I am a doughnut. No. Wait. That idea is making things worse. An onion ring? Dear god, somebody stop me. Perhaps a bagel then? A plain, undecorated, bagel. And you… Continue reading

The angel’s a jerk, the dog is proud, and the plane landed backwards. Time to go.

I’m no stranger to the jet-lagged delirium of a trans-oceanic red-eye flight. I dropped a class in college because the professor’s preposterously long, slow, erudite sentences were verbal valium. And I’ve seen The… Continue reading

I had to come home to remember how to feel out of place.

I’m at home in the souk of El Jadida, talking to bouncers in Riga, and arriving in Yangon without a clue. I was comfortable on the streets of a city 99% said is… Continue reading

Iceland has ponies. Laughing ponies.

Iceland is aptly named, sure, but I’d hate to give the impression that it only has frozen water. It’s also got ponies. Ponies who like frozen water. Ponies who pose, oh so pretty.… Continue reading

Now that’s just far too pretty. This is Jökulsarlon.

“Did you make it to Jökulsárlón?” asked my friend Jessica, when she heard I was in Iceland. The name didn’t ring any bells. “Don’t get on the plane without seeing it – really!” This… Continue reading

Hornafjordur. It won’t notice when it kills you.

Someone lived here. That’s the thing that boggled my mind, as I leaned into the wind, peering at the fuzzy shapes of dunes through the mesh of my cheap hooded shirt pulled across… Continue reading

Words didn’t happen in Iceland, but photos did

Iceland, for me, was a vacation from traveling. I had few cultural experiences there (one that threatened projectile vomit), met few Icelanders (guys in a bar explained how to avoid dating one’s cousin… Continue reading

I don’t believe you, but I love you anyway

They tell me this is one planet. All the same one. But I’m not sure I believe them.   Because I remember walking down a backstreet in San Salvador, where children stopped their… Continue reading