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Now our gestures grow both more hurried and more delicate, we stand on one foot to remove a boot, take off our hats and jackets, as if for sex or prayer, exposing ourselves to each other and the officers, the officers our lovers and our prophets both. Observations at the Security Checkpoint, Joel Brouwer On…

In San Miguel, again

See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering! Ezra Pound, from The Return I arrived last Thursday night, having flown into Mexico City and, instead of doing my usual thing of taking a taxi to the bus terminal to catch a direct…

Insomnia Part 1 – Budapest – delayed post

notes from the day I left Budapest had had to pack for overnight in Stockholm, then learned I couldn’t leave bags with airline – would have to use left luggage will have to recheck them 1 hr to airport, completely packed 1030 am bus counter personnel didn’t see stockholm to oakland part of trip and so I had another…

Do things happen for a reason?

Is there serendipity?  Is there such a thing as a coincidence? What’s going on, anyway? Yesterday (Tuesday) I booked a flight back to the States on LOT, the Polish airline.  It was such a good deal. An airport car picked me up promptly at 7 this morning (Wednesday) on a surprisingly cold morning: more like…

Buddha’s Pest

The past few days have been intriguing, beginning with the rain in San Miguel.  Then the dinner plan Max and I had went awry (a fire in a nearby apartment building shut down the block in which the restaurant was located). I managed to download malware onto my new computer which took hours to clean…