Leaving hurts. Until that first bite of homemade waffle on Sunday morning, my progress from west to east was marked by increasingly limp, chemical foodstuffs: Portland: Fresh coffee and a bag of delicious treats. PDX > MPLS : “Organic” peanuts. Minneapolis : Boxed microwave pizza and a coke . MPLS > BOS : Tasteless cookie [...]
Dear All, There is no way I’m going to be updating this thing for at least another week. Another 30 will hit Quarter Past sometime today or tomorrow, but apart from that, I’m afraid it’ll stay dead until this whole packing/sending/moving /flying/unpacking/repacking process finishes up. Back soon, n. PS. I’ll leave you with my very [...]
Backspace. When we walked in, the barista was up on an A-frame next to the stage, tying prayer flags to a disco ball and humming the bass track to “You Are My Sunshine” as it loped along through the stereo. At first the flags just hung there, like a raggedy little sibling of Sputnik at [...]