03 Jan
Happy New Year people.
I’m just taking a little break from my dissertation. I’ve been writing this thing for about a month now. The 25000 words became 18000 and now its down to the requisite hand in length, 15 000.
I’m happy that its almost over. I’m also kind of sad. I’ve [...]
22 Nov
Painting, for me, is true freedom. Its singular freedom. I can do what I want, when I want and how I want it done. Its freedom from the worries, thoughts and suggestions of others. It’s me alone with a blank canvas. Sound great?
Well it is, certain aspects of painting are [...]
I’m not exactly sure why but lately I’ve been thinking a great deal about how everything around us is so fragile or is it? Sometimes it feels or advertising wants us to believe that the course of history can be changed by simply crossing the street, buying cigarettes or not buying drinking water.
As I [...]
In 1982 Knoxville, Tennesee hosted the World’s Fair from 1 May to 31 October under the theme of ‘Energy turns the World’. As with every World Expo the host city usually builds a symbolic monument to mark the occasion.
Once on I-75 and a little more comfortable with my sudden change of plans heading towards Chattanooga, Tennessee instead of Asheville, North Carolina, I settled into the joyous mindlessness of long distance driving.
I initially booked an economy car from Dollar-rent-a-car for my adventure through the Southeast. The culture is interesting but you definitely need a car to see it all. I got a car because I wanted to see three cities in two days and the train wasn’t going to cut it. I also wanted the peace of mind you can find from driving on open roads.
Years ago, as a foreign student in a strange land, I quickly learned that my simple interactions with French people and Europeans in general were significant for many reasons. From the moment I set foot on European soil I became a US Ambassador not officially and for the government but unofficially for the people.
“Today is the first day of the rest of your life†is how Castro Mosser started each diary entry since he began keeping a diary when he was a child.
He wrote the phrase slowly and deliberately and truly believed it each time he put ink to paper. This time was much different. Different because he felt his life was changing, changing in ways he couldn’t even begin to imagine.
Six forty-five on a semi-cold Friday afternoon. A drizzle dampens the pavement, a cold glow reflects off the traffic’s taillights and Tom Collins swerves through an endless line of small cars, scooters, and a random biker to make his 19h00 appointment.
Sistas, brothas, mothas and fathas, Radio YT is back and screaming at you from Passing Through, Georgia!
Radio YT, the one-hour Internet radio show beaming at you from Phillistine Hesus Jackson’s bedroom.
At noon Amami Bad Boy came to fetch me and invited me to the bluest bay of the island for snorkeling.
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