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 [...]
All good things must end. One must always return to the source. So it goes. Wipe your nose. I am back in Santa Cruz for a limited engagement, having flown in from Sucre on Saturday. I leave Bolivia on Thursday for Buenos Aires, Argentina. I will be, for the first time on this trip, entering [...]
