Strange Strangers Strangely Exchanging Exchanges

Don’t talk to strangers. Nope. Don’t do it. Or do it. Talk to them. Those people you don’t know. And then get invited to their house for lunch. And then have them take you to a cool little coffee shop for some delicious egg coffee. Don’t talk to strangers. And then don’t have the opportunity to make new friends. Of course not all strangers are … Continue reading Strange Strangers Strangely Exchanging Exchanges

Buddhist Beliefs & Cliché Cares

This is going to sound cliché. It is cliché. But I will forever remember this moment. Where I was. When it happened. When Paris bled. When bodies fell. When voices were silenced. I had another post written. All set to go. But then something happened. This happened. And it changed my plans. My original post was vapid and stupid. Self absorbed and unnecessary. As most … Continue reading Buddhist Beliefs & Cliché Cares

A Penis Poem By Any Other Name

A stranger in a strange time. And I am that stranger. And that strange time is now. Strangely occupying the same strange space. A space that is filled with the possibility of change. The possibility of hope. The possibility of possibilities. Right now. In this very moment, historical happenings are happening. Right now. In this very moment, I am drinking a cup of coffee in … Continue reading A Penis Poem By Any Other Name

Waxing & Waning & Coffee & Paining

Tradition! Tradition. Bom. Bom. Bom. Bom. Bom. Tradition! (This makes sense only if you know the musical ‘Fiddler on the Roof’. Which I’m hoping you do. If not, get on that shit) We have a number of traditions in my family. As all families do. One of these delightful traditions is to get weird massage and/or beauty regiments done while we are abroad. It makes … Continue reading Waxing & Waning & Coffee & Paining

Easy Rider

I get it now. Totally. The appeal was lost on me before. But now the appeal has found me. Motorcycles. Motorbikes. Scooters. Mopeds. I get it. I’ve learned it. I’ve lived it. And I fuckin’ love it. Vietnam is a country of motorbikes. It’s the preferred mode of transportation. Crazy transportation. I met a super nice Italian woman a couple weeks ago who couldn’t believe … Continue reading Easy Rider