Musings on stuff I thought was interesting.
Can you spell fear?...
blub, blub...
Crime folows me from NYC ...
Oh, the aroma....
On New Years Eve I landed...
How often are you invited...
My luck came in good toda...
It’s unavoidable. S...
This is a story about sta...
The fear built as I board...
Is it art? Is it theft? I...
How Magazine interviewed ...
I’ve been on the Ya...
I’m in Bagan, one o...
When in Nepal you are mor...
Someone pounding on the h...
In 1966 I was six years o...
I first heard about Mama ...
China. Land of mysterious...
The internet cafe is the ...
Just spent the afternoon ...
Will the advent of the di...
Does the simple act of do...
Since I was a child, popu...
Losing faith in human kin...
Today was the last trip t...
