I write now from Cuzco, sitting with my mother in the lobby of Hotel Royal Inka I. We await a driver to take us to Ollantaytambo, where we will stay tonight. Tomorrow we head to Macchu Pichu. This hotel was quite nice, treating us well with comfy beds and down comforters during our initial Cuzco [...]
I wrote the following in my journal on April 1st, 2010, while flying from Santa Cruz, Bolivia to Buenos Aires, Argentina. I offer no other commentary, well, here: I think it's neat. How wondrous to watch the shadow of one's own airplane slip across the fields and homes below. How can I guess what effect [...]
Please see Panel #5. I am so happy to have a firm plan for what I'll be doing upon my return to Seattle.
I declare Mendoza, perhaps unfairly, to be a dirty and ugly city, no matter its proximity to fertile land and fantastic bodegas. I do not love it. I did love Buenos Aires as a place to settle and explore and work and receive visitors. There are wonderful people, a glorious array of fine restaurants, interesting [...]
What do I say here: please read The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery. Just so. This novel is heartbreaking and beautiful and—dare I say it—perfect. I offer my sincerest thanks to Claire for having carried the book from San Francisco and to Syd for having lent it to Claire. I will offer little [...]
When do I engage the present? When do I embrace that which is happening right right now with its hand in my face and its stink all up in my snoz? Right. When in the history of humankind will I finish processing photographs from three weeks ago and declare fit for consumption some narrative so [...]
Orange roofs and white walls were enough. A week was not enough. Sucre was gorgeous and peaceful and just right. I stayed in a little hotel called Hostal de Su Merced and drank fresh orange and carrot juice every morning at breakfast. I worked from my hotel room and from cafes. I wandered the lovely [...]
