This afternoon over Intelligentsia coffee and a raspberry chocolate mousse cup, my friend/spiritual guide Megan informed me that, for those whose hearts are stirred by travel, God either gives a passion for a specific country, or for people.
My heart is for PEOPLE.
I can never decide which culture, which country, is most exciting for me. Megan [...]
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Citizen of the World
Posted in Europe, beauty, food on May 16, 2008 | 2 Comments »
Someone still loves you, Boris Yeltsin.
Posted in Chicago, Europe, memory, things that make me sad on February 10, 2008 | 1 Comment »
On Valentine’s Day I’m going to see “Step Up 2 the Streets.” Hopefully with BFF, if he’s game.
That’s the main thing I have to say.
The other stuff isn’t as important.
Although, Jean-Michel Basquiat is very important. I learned about him at the DuSable Museum of African-American History. They have a kickin’ gift shop.
(the bomb)
It is important that I [...]
Perhaps I have too many things on the wall above my desk. Perhaps not enough?
Posted in Europe, beauty, self-indulgence, things that make me sad on January 19, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
1. A photograph from 1917 of young blind children petting an elephant, visiting their Chicago school from the Ringling Brothers Circus
2. A beautiful collage wishing me a happy Thanksgiving, from G.G. Flint, sister of my roommate
3. (sticky note):
Josh Ritter
PO Box 9751
Moscow, ID 83843
4. (sticky note):
February 15
(the day I will feel better, and ask if B [...]
The Birthing Pains of the Renaissance
Posted in Europe, history, melodramatic, things that make me sad on January 14, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
History has repeated itself many times in spawning a new period of creative industry and intellectual novelties: the Creativity sperm finds the Crisis egg, and together they produce a Renaissance zygote. It’s true. The greatest renaissance in history, so great that it is dubbed “THE RENAISSANCE,” came right out of a time and place whose [...]
Remarkable Exoticism
Posted in Europe, coffee, literature, memory, romance on December 20, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
s: i also think i’d maybe like to work a cubicle job
s: i dunno why, but those “faceless, nameless, pointless” jobs appeal to me in some way
s: it might be fun to just blennnnd in
m: it makes sense to me, in a very out-of-character way…something that seems almost exotic in its mediocracy
m: like you’re in [...]
