This was taken in the Bo-Kaap, a colorful Cape Town neighborhood, during a street celebration. I’ll post more later. For now, take us to warp, Mr. Sulu.
It has been a rough and challenging ride. The journey is far from over. With a thousand memories of a cat clashing daily with a million bits of reality, there are still hurdles, and those only lead to check-points, which in turn open dark chasms into a fragmented universe of uncertainty. But tomorrow I will,…Details
I will post more about that exceptional cat when I have pieced my heart together. For now, I’ll again let Tolkien do the talking, it’s so much easier. Marie and I just left our kitty at the Haven, bound for the Undying Lands with the Elves, and we are walking back to the Shire, wherever that…Details
Thinking back to the Cuban refugees, I have also been pondering our own situation these days and past. Sure, Marie and I have been living our lives for years like Formula One drivers on the Monaco race track, through an urban tangle of chicanes and tight turns, high-speed stretches, blind corners and narrow roads, heel-and-toe shifting, split-second…Details
After commenting rather cynically in my last post about the reasons that make some people run, I thought it would only be fair to document the “other side”. So last Sunday I stood on a Fifth Avenue sidewalk for an hour and a half as marathoners flowed through kilometer 35, headed down towards Central Park…Details
Some run to win, others not to lose. Some run to look, others to be seen. I’ve seen many run because of looks. They are trying to be winners. I just run, I reckon. It runs in my blood. Running intrepidly by the museum It’s odd, I run because I am often too lazy to…Details