Sometimes there’s dance in the current.
Tonight is penultimate night’s eve, 48 hours from now I’ll be surrounded by people trying to sleep on a red-eye flight to Mexico City, too bored with the miracle of flight to look… Continue reading
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Thank you, Batkid.
Lord knows I’ve griped enough about the negativity of our news apparatus, so I was delighted and refreshed to see the story of Miles Scott, a 5 year old who has been battling… Continue reading
The system’s out of order, and the fire hasn’t even started yet.
“Well, I guess that’s what we get for unplugging for a few hours,” said the businessman, relaxed on his bench outside the shuttered BART train station. “They must have decided to go on… Continue reading
Scheduling failure, belly tetris, and productive nothing.
That was a very worthwhile complete waste of time. As I mentioned before, I haven’t needed to plan anything ahead of time for the last few years, an atrophied skill that has gifted… Continue reading
Will the pattern be repeated?
I am a newly civilized creature from the hostel jungle. I walk around the more-than-one roomS of my house in confusion. What do I do with all this space? Anybody wanna couchsurf? The… Continue reading
A new chapter, and feeling good about it
The flight was smooth, the dogs were adorable, and the sunset looked triumphant. I met the new guy, to whom I am the New Guy, and ate tacos. Eight hours of sleep on… Continue reading
