How to experience selective illiteracy on your travels
Travelling, we are illiterate if we can’t speak or read the language. In Korea I truly fit into the Silent Generation.
Continue readingTravelling, we are illiterate if we can’t speak or read the language. In Korea I truly fit into the Silent Generation.
Continue readingScene 1: Seoul City crowds in the lunch hour all strolling all perfect and perfectly attired. No, this is not a movie. This is real. Scene 2: me in the Uncanny Mirror. Yes that is my identical identity, my oddness vast forehead, tuft of feathers and cloudy evanescent self. I’m lonely. I like her. I […]
Continue readingIt’s the same world with the same wars but the date on the page is sparkly. It’s the same home and the same team but the diary is hollow. It’s the same brain and the same skin and the heart of you is waking. poem and pic by rachel mcalpine cc by 2.0 More of […]
Continue readingShortly I’m off on a quick trip to Kuala Lumpur, always a great pleasure. But this entails torturing myself over the issue of The Travel Bag. I take the same dirty little green wheelie bag everywhere: that’s not a problem. I will take my usual wallet on a string for passport and phone and tickets: […]
Continue readingWhen I become a Highly Successful Blogger with 1,000 followers — oh why be so modest, 10,000 followers — please, please don’t ask me how I did it. Here’s the hazard: I would be flattered. And I might actually agree to deliver my gems of wisdom, my 10 or 10,000 tips on how to blog […]
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