This job search is making me feel so old and slow. Two years and the world has moved so fast, and I’m not leading the charge. In fact, I’m the fat kid running at the back of the race, trying to keep up with the rest. I’m the kid who has to stop, bend over,… Continue reading The Hunt
Been reading old entries in this blog – my journal of memories ranging from the inane to the superlative. A strange experience is to read things you’ve written, and not even recognise your own writing, let alone your own memories. In the words of the famous Urkel, “Did I do that?” I wonder then,… Continue reading Donde Coño Esta Mi Memoria!?
March 2013. This is a book I doubt I shall easily forget. Never has an author created so much pathos for an animal (in this case, Misha, a rescued Emperor penguin from the Kiev Zoo) since Jack London’s “White Fang.” A bird with the intelligence and sensitivity of a dog, waddling around a small Soviet… Continue reading Review-ish: Death and the Penguin by Andrey Kurkov
This story by Bernard Hare was the first thing I read on my BBC mobile app when I woke up this morning, and it has stayed with me all day. I shared it with my soul sisters, and one of them described it as “the disguises of love.” I couldn’t have put it better. I’m sharing it… Continue reading Bernard Hare: How my father gave me a terrifying lesson at 10
Everyone said 40 is the turning point. Some day it’s downhill, some say it’s uphill. I’m not sure what happened to all these people, but I’ll tell you what happened to me. I learned something amazing about myself. I love myself. I’m probably at what is the halfway point in my life. (Hence the turning… Continue reading Resetting at 40
It’s starts like a joke. A man walks into a bar, and… How was I to know that one year ago, when I wrote about things shifting so fundamentally in the world on January 1, 2012, I was talking about MY world. My life. About the man who walked into a bar and into my… Continue reading One year later
And four posts ago were resolutions that I made for 2011. Not all kept, but I’m proud that I was able to slow the year down, and be more conscious, take more time for myself. It’s 2012: I’ve made a spreadsheet of all the books I plan to read this year, starting with George Elliott’s… Continue reading It’s a new year
Love. A whisper on the lips. A roar in the ears. Blood rushes to the head (or heart?). Stomach dives like a gull into water. A touch. Brushing against a spider’s web. Fear. Wake up before the sun has considered rising, with your chest burning, your eyes wide open, having hounded sleep away.
Trying find a moment of peace in this busy day, it’s like Trying to see the ripples from a pebble you throw into a pond ruffled by wind. I’m watching the rain fall, hard, in windblown sheets Sheets that shroud the sky and the earth and the air between. Air that is warm and thick… Continue reading Untitled
The Chapati Kid 