I’m kind of naive.
I’m kind of naive. And I’m trying to stay that way. But with the right approach. I believe opinion bubbles are a bad thing. Groups of like-minded people only ever talking to… Continue reading
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Fine by me
It didn’t take me all that long to realize I was creating a problem. The tour members were not listening to Elizabetta, and she’s my favorite local guide in all of Europe. Apparently,… Continue reading
Things like this still happen in Havana
The thing about Cuba is all the streets are so…Cuban. Roaming about, I often feel like large cities belong to the country of Citylandia, removed from the nations that surround them, but Havana?… Continue reading
A love song, in Munich
The sun wasn’t as warm as memory promised it would be. The grass perhaps thinner, mud between the stalks, and itchy on my calves, which felt awkward in shorts after so long under… Continue reading
Who wants to go to Cuba?
That I was sitting in the restaurant, soaked to the seams, was not the surprising part of lunch. That it had begun raining as soon as I had to leave for a social… Continue reading
Perhaps prepared?
In two hours I’m going to do something I’ve never done before. I’m going to fly to Europe. Well, given that I’ve been to 34 of its countries, lived over yonder for a… Continue reading
Has it really been a year?
I have no sense of time. Made a salad last night, went for the dressing I bought a little while ago, and found, to my dry-rucola’d dismay, that the dang thing had expired.… Continue reading
Do not wail against the flow
I tried to manufacture “poetry” one time by google translating a couple sentences through a few languages and back, hoping for bizarre and accidentally artful articulations. I think I had the best results… Continue reading
Beautiful Ruins, by Jess Walter
I’m bushed. Today will be a day of heavy eyelids, caffeinated beverages, and standing up on a regular basis to maintain consciousness. And it is so very worth it. “You should read… Continue reading
Sign language
So I’m riding down the street yesterday, right-hand lane like I’m supposed to, directly over the big puffy-paint bicyclist symbol that tells reminds cars that bicycles have a right to exist in three… Continue reading
