What’s left of the photos

It was such a lovely day I thought it a pity to get up. W. Somerset Maugham I’m trying to figure out why, after having been in London for a few days, surrounded by people whom I understood, bombarded by advertising which I understood, seeing books titled so I didn’t have to translate, etc. etc.…

‘Taters

I love Tate Modern; there’s such great style and shopping here. I love the galleries and the pubs out on the street, just having your pint as the sun is setting. Drew Barrymore The students didn’t want to go into Tate Modern the day they were at the Globe Theater. Imagine that, it’s right next…

Back in Zalaegerszeg

There are people in the world so hungry, that God cannot appear to them except in the form of bread. Mahatma Gandhi There was a certain symmetry to the timing of the week.  I left the apartment Monday morning to catch a 5:17 a.m. train that had me arrive in Budapest around 8:45 and I…

Misguided missal

I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. from London, William Blake The group’s tour guide has been somewhat of a disaster – disorganized, not helpful, not knowing her way, not being alert to conditions such as…

Another Day

You owe the companies nothing. You especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs Banksy, from Wall and Piece Ray Davies

Sometimes there just aren’t any explanations

The English language is like London: proudly barbaric yet deeply civilised, too, common yet royal, vulgar yet processional, sacred yet profane. Each sentence we produce, whether we know it or not, is a mongrel mouthful of Chaucerian, Shakespearean, Miltonic, Johnsonian, Dickensian and American. Military, naval, legal, corporate, criminal, jazz, rap and ghetto discourses are mingled…