The good, bad, and ugly of what I’ve learned in 500 posts
“In June of 2008 it suddenly bothered me that most of my food was better traveled than I was. So I bought a one-way ticket to Europe.” That’s how I started my… Continue reading
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Loving the forests of my homeland, Mt Tamalpais
Home sweet home. Cool shade, soft air, and damp earth, beside flowing water, under patient boughs, and between sagacious trunks. Jungles are great, but I never appreciated the particulars of my homeland forests… Continue reading
Just put it down. Or not?
My camera was making me growl. Even though I knew better. Everyone knows that taking a photo from a moving vehicle is bound to fail. So just sit back and enjoy. But Cambodia… Continue reading
Love for the old and the young, America to Myanmar, on FeelGood Friday
Let me be clear: I love the 92 year old man. Born in 1921, Ronald Read walked to school every day, served in WWII, then worked as a janitor for 42 years, first… Continue reading
Reverential expression of the divine, or just obsessed with boobs?
“Ugh. Great. Tits again. Cuz that’s all women are. I am so sick of that.” “No way! Look at the care, the precision, the ornamentation and dignity of the carvings. And the… Continue reading
What if Angkor Wat sucks? (And a sexy surprise)
Be honest, though you’ve heard it all before. The Mona Lisa…looks like it’s supposed to, and is surprisingly small. The Coliseum? Sure, you feel like watching Gladiator, but mostly you’re just waiting for… Continue reading
Chi Phat, Cambodia. It ain’t New York or Miami.
Of course we would see Angkor Wat and the Killing Fields. Of course. But that list reminded me of “I’ve seen America. I went to New York and Miami.” Ssssure, those are part… Continue reading
A Phnom Penh New Year’s Eve
The sun never rose on our Monday, the calendar curtailed by humans’ clock cooperation, so Tuesday felt fifty hours old by the time we found the back end of dinner in Phnom Penh.… Continue reading
Why Cambodia? Why anywhere?
“Cambodia? Why would you want to go there?” asked a surprising number of people. The question baffled me at first, after all, one need not know very much about the country to understand… Continue reading
Puppy’s barbershop, Cuba
“Puppy’s Barbershop:You’re ugly when you arrive, but you’re handsome when you leave.” My eyes wandered from the handmade sign, past photos of a younger Puppy, along the fuchsia bicycle with a handmade… Continue reading
