A year in three weeks
So, my life is pretty much complete. I say that with no sarcasm whatsoever. You know how I can really wax sentimental sometimes. I'm...
Shake it up
I'm seeing a pattern here in my blog (and I wrote this even before re-reading the last sentence from my last one on the same subject):...
Less ducks, more mad shouty people
Ahhhhhh. It's SO nice to be home! I love this city!! I don't know where to start enjoying being in a real urban center again. I've torn...
Culture clash
One thing I'm learning about antiquity is that (for all my romanticizing it) it's better to visit than to live with. Something about...
The fascism-mobile
A Mercedes, apparently, is not a car. It is a symbol of hatred and oppression, it would seem. It just boasts the added feature of being...
Mean people suck, have a nice day!
I came home from the airport last night after five days in Los Angeles. It rained all the way home, as I dozed in the back of the cab all...
Born to bitch
Boy, do I love fast things. I have a big love affair with those monstrous, powerful American cars of the late '60's and early '70's --...
