The right post, this time
I didn’t write the blog I needed to last week. I posted what I thought people want, a quick history of the thing, an anecdotal garnish, and an offering of optimism to close… Continue reading
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King’s Day Anyway
The Dutch sky hadn’t decided if it was going to rain or not when I snuck out of the hotel around six in the morning. The student staff of the best hotel in… Continue reading
Missing an opportunity
Someone asked me the other day how I’m managing all the changes that COVID has brought, how I’m attempting to keep life similar to what it was, and in what ways I’m adapting.… Continue reading
Feasting in the university library, Morelia
Enchiladas in green tomatillo sauce with just the right amount of heat. Or tacos al pastor on tortillas so fresh you can almost see the handprints in the masa harina, perhaps from the… Continue reading
Feeling it, in the Palacio Clavijero
Our objectivity was long gone by the time we reached the Palacio Clavijero in Morelia, Michoacan. We were already far too in love with Mexico by then. So it didn’t surprise us… Continue reading
One more thing
I meant it when I said I’d rather not blog about corona (I have a number of Mexican stories I want to tell you) but after I posted that last one on facebook… Continue reading
Not about coronavirus. Except also that.
Kenny Rogers died the other night, and there was something very strange about the coverage. Or rather, not the coverage itself, but the way I heard it. It was strange to hear the… Continue reading
Smalltown Beijing
It’s been years since I bookmarked “10 Chinese villages in danger of being destroyed” as that country marched into modernity behind the bulldozer. It was a previous computer and the link is long… Continue reading
The bones I found in Derbyshire
Waking up in the English countryside is always a good way to start the day. I lay on warm sheets and listened to the absence of bustle as our hamlet in the Peak… Continue reading
Reminder in a Ukrainian cemetery
Gabryela Zapolska was a feuilletonist. It’s okay, no one else knows what that is either. I only mention it because Gabryela’s name is in the Latin alphabet on her grave at Lychakiv Cemetery… Continue reading
