Pattern
Everyone talked, filling the air with sound, cigar smoke, happiness. I stood and stared at the pattern on the carpet, and thought I am just as likely to see God…
Everyone talked, filling the air with sound, cigar smoke, happiness. I stood and stared at the pattern on the carpet, and thought I am just as likely to see God…
I would be amiss unless I provided some Mexico pictures, so here they are. They do not require much explanation, so I won’t provide much. I did want to write…
On a side note, the wedding yesterday was a wonderful illustration of the marriage of cultures. The bride was Korean–Canadian, the groom was Mexican. The guests were Mexican, Indian, Caucasian…
Well, I am not much of a beach guy. That point is inescapable after hours spent in Thailand, North Carolina, Delaware, and now Mexico. I say hours because that is…
On your birthday in 2003,we went to that Japanese restaurantin the Seoul Hiltonand spent 240 000 wonon an a la carte dinner (another 300 000 on a camera?), the only…
Have you ever seen your likeness in a painting? Did you ever recognize a mood, an image so remarkable that you felt you knew it from somewhere? Ever wonder why…
Sleet smackingagainst the windowin Princetonprecipitates my nap,a glorious mid-afternoon slumber. What dreams did come, of the theater inMyongdong we went twice a year,all the people, the cold, the arms intertwinedlike…