- And I Say Hello I have a tendency of late to move into spaces in which people are awfully transient. International communities in Portugal, graduate programs in California, these homes for me have borders lined with goodbyes. I began this blog three years ago in part to meander through all of the goodbyes and hellos of the hour. “Hello,” […]
- Holga Photo, I Did Not Take [When I get tired sometimes I go on Flickr and just browse all of other people’s fotos labled “Holga.” It is fun and better than television shows. This shot is by shadowbrush.] Today I started a two-day seminar on ways to help heal the little hearts of children traumatized by awful things like war or […]
- Let’s be a Sign, a Wonder Do men feel comfortable with being called “beautiful”? I have this idea that most men would see this sign and presume it doesn’t apply to them. I’m assuming beauty is associated with the feminine in much of Western cultures. Am I way off? But then I keep thinking of the Italians and how often they […]
- Well; What to Draw Out I’m not sure how to relate the last six weeks or so, since the start of my Holga marathon. I have seen a lot of health and a lot of the uglies. I’ve seen a lot of me, and a lot of friends, new and old. There is pain running through every room I walk […]
- Resolved, and Coming Soon: Advent in 140 Words I promise to stop talking about Twitter, soon. But talking in no more than 140 characters at at time has been helping me clear my thoughts a lot lately. Tonight I’m meeting up with Elise, Arianna, Cari, and Allyson in West Hollywood to hear Over the Rhine, the only band, to date, whose live music […]
- It Was Evening It Was Morning, the Fifth Day On this, my fifth day of managing the coffee shop, I did not drop five beverages as I did yesterday. No, today when I made a mistake on someone’s drink, I freely admitted it, and they freely tipped me $1, and I said aloud, “My! I get tipped even when I make mistakes!” And they […]
- day eighteen.