On the way to Easter Island I stopped off in Santiago, Chile, and happily found my way to the eccentric house of artful poet great, Pablo Neruda. He has three homes in and near the Chilean capital. I got lost inside his home, now a museum, in Santiago. It is a series of houses actually–each dedicated to […]
I just don’t want to lose the enchanted as it finds its way to me so I am going to start archiving beautiful writing on this site… Die Slowly He who becomes the slave of habit, who follows the same routes every day, who never changes pace, who does not risk and change the […]
A Clear Midnight by Walt Whitman THIS is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless, Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done, Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best. Night, sleep, death and the stars.
What: Jazz in the Garden When: Friday Nights, May 22 through August, 2015 Where: National Sculpture Garden, Washington, DC DC’s annual Jazz in the Garden festival kicks off in the District on May 22 and the locals are… jazzed. This beloved Friday tradition brings together people of all ages and interests to soak in live local jazz music, and […]
I love New York. Even Times Square. Even the fact that I can’t wear flip flops without my feet turning black. I love the 40$ salads, the scaffolding on every block, and the piled up heaps of trash that make you wonder how the city even works. I love the bum in the pink tutu who […]
Went to Slovenia. Met the man in the city, dropped off the bags, headed downtown on foot for coffee and what do I see? Atari man by Space Invader, hooray! I had just watched Exit Through the Giftshop (again) a couple of days prior, and I had taken with me from it a new rush of […]
It is difficult to write about traveling Russia. Simply, it is a very intense country. In all I have learned in history books and by cultural influences, from novels and the news and from second-hand accounts, I know a thing or two and my wild imagination takes any knowledge that I have and pushes it much further. Most can relate to this, an […]
There is only one Bolshoi. Last spring, to finish that sentence, I would have said “there is only one Bolshoi Ballet.” But, when I got to the famed theater in Moscow I was schooled. It is actually called, “the Bolshoi Theater.” This matters to me simply because I had intended to go to the imperial palace to […]
World on a Fork 