Only robbers and gypsies say that one must never return where one has once been. -Kierkegaard As I stood in the travel store watching Ruby thumb through a book on India, followed by one on Japan and yet another on Myanmar, it occurred to me as it often does before I travel, that there are [...]
(This is my 150-word, written-in-10-minutes-or-less exercise about what’s behind that door.) She sets her right hand on the door, palm flat against the warm wood. She gives it a push. She finds the door to be much heavier than she’d anticipated. She leans one tanned shoulder against it and puts all of her weight against [...]
I’ve written before about my skepticism of the validity of relationships formed online. Before I became addicted to the glow of my computer screen, in the days before I became a victim of the irresistible Upload Urge, I didn’t understand how you could meet someone in the virtual world and subsequently become friends with them. [...]
It’s impossible not to experience love in this city. Impossible. Just look at this sunrise, taken from Sausalito… It didn’t rain. In fact, it was the best weather I’ve ever experienced in San Francisco. It was San Diego weather. And texasgurl didn’t give a fuck about whether her hair got wet or windblown or whatever. [...]
The one and only blind date I’ve ever been on was with Mark Kazarian. I have no idea if that’s how his last name is spelled but I’ll never forget it because it’s fun to say really fast. It was late October in 1990 or ’91 or possibly ’92; the exact year escapes me because [...]