sparkling classics
The weather in the week leading up to Symphony Under The Sky had been unusually warm. No one could have predicted that the hottest day of the summer would have fallen in September. Around the city people had been flocking to have their last al fresco experience before fall arrived. I had also been trying...
the affectionate screamers
There is often a cluster of chain-smoking kids who like to gather in the public square by City Hall during the day, kids who dress in black and wear chains, playing hackey sack and shouting at each other from the patch of grass on one side of the square across the vast expanse of concrete to...
predestination
I noticed that we had reached that time of night where the apartments we were walking past were lit up like living lightboxes. It was just at that moment before the people inside had realized that the lack of light outside had made it possible to see in past the glass of their balcony doors,...
the apartment
Sometimes I wonder what people were thinking when they designed some buildings. Long spans of corridor are broken up by the occasional door and fire hazard door mat. The walls are bare of any sort of art and there is often a worn path in the carpet on the floor. It’s amazing to think of...
a bohemian approach
I’ve decided to give up on trying to launch this site in a near perfect form. I haven’t quite decided what I want this site to become, so for now I’m just going to work on the form and function at the same time. This site will figure out what it wants to be a...