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Chronicle of the City of Havana
Traveling up and down the West Coast in August, friends, family, and strangers solicited my thoughts on Cuba. "It's a wonderful country," I tell them, "and if you're willing to wait in line for half an hour or so, you can get a double-scoop ice cream cone on a hot,...
August and Everything After
Sometimes I wonder how our ancestors envisioned their own lives before the invention of film. I know that, for me, reflection is a cinematic occurrence. Here I am, parked on the soft shoulder of Interstate 5, southbound, accompanied only by the ghostly screams of...
Blog Day 2006
Happy Second Annual Blog Day. This year we shine some extra love on:Veronica Khokholova (Ukraine):I've always been impressed, amazed, and jealously disgusted by non-native English speakers who are far better writers than I. Neeka's prose is restrained, simple, and yet...
Mi Mes de las Mariposas
Years ago, three of them, I was in a small Mexican village by a lake and a dam where mustachioed fathers in sombreros park their trucks at the gate and silently follow their exhilarated children down the grassy path to the fishing hole. I was there for a month and a...
Sparsh's Friday 10: There Is No Mission
Once we get our act together, this will hopefully be ready for download every Friday night. We'll post the track list on Sunday night. For anyone who would like to comment on the fact that Sparsh and I giggle like 7-year-old school girls, please save your breath ......
I'm not in love with the modern world
funny how theres been a lot more talk about music on this blog lately and i have been suspiciously absent. I was also planning on meeting up with oso and abogado in dc, but again i was nowhere to be seen. why oso puts up with me, i'll never guess...such worthy grounds...
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