Paul: You should write another blog post. Me: Yeah, I know. I feel like I have been so whiny in my last couple of posts. Paul: Yeah. [pause] You should write a new post apologizing about that. …. Sooo, sorry. My bad. That being said and (minor) sarcasm aside, I wanted to share one ofRead more
The tangled tree in my front yard is alive. The winter is coming and the wind is blowing its southerly whispers, sending icy secrets into the world. But the tree will not listen. It’s not blooming anymore. I missed most of its bursts of coral flowers this year — busy sweating and wandering around theRead more
Whelp, it’s a gorgeous Sunday in Wellington. I spent the morning down at Princess Bay throwing the rugby ball around with Paul and reading some hilarious yet insightful essays by David Foster Wallace on the beach. Ate a seafood pie for lunch, and let pastry and creamy chunks of crab and mussels drip down myRead more
After spending so much time in SE Asia, the word “expat” started to take on a fairly creepy meaning. If you’ve been to Vietnam (or any other Asian or developing country), you’ve seen them. White men. Somewhere between the ages of 50 to 65 years old. Big bellied. Almost always smokers and readily spotted atRead more