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Category: THINKING

  • my little town

    Brno is a VILLAGE. Sometimes I forget, because there are a hundred cafes and pubs and restaurants. An opera and several theaters. Nightclubs and bars with live music every night of the week. Four new places opened up this week, including the best one. To me these are all things you go to The City…

  • the only thing that shines

    A deep sadness that I have examined EXHAUSTIVELY over some 23 years and which would not go away and so instead became a story I am tired of telling; tired of telling myself, tired of telling others. Do you get tired of telling the story of how you met, your first death, your first birth,…

  • question authority

    A thing that is interesting about teenagers is that they think that much of what adults are doing is wrong. Either the act itself or the reason for it or the way it is done: wrong, wrong, wrong. I remember this feeling myself, as a teenager, that the grown-ups around me had missed some key…

  • you keep using that word

    I've ranted before about how it bugs me when people take words with specific meanings and use them to dramatize their feelings about things for which there are already perfectly good words in existence. I realize there are horrible things in the world that I could be getting upset about instead, and that these are…

  • what chance do I have here

    There's a moth trapped in the lampshade and I can't believe he won't die. Flap flutter flap. You know the joke about the moth who goes to the doctor I am sure or if not I will tell you sometime, or I guess you could let your fingers do the walking. Remember when looking things…

  • pernicious anemia

    "If, after being exposed to someone's presence, you feel as if you've lost a quart of plasma, avoid that presence." So six weeks in the US, in addition to entirely depleting my bank account, made me step back and re-evaluate how lucky I am in the life that I've made here. Love the work I…

  • hungry as an archway

    This giant cauldron of feeling that you carry around where your heart should be, and you cook up some love for other people and dole it out to them in steaming cups of the flavor of praise and admiration, bubbles of you go girl and the thick heady scent of I love you the way…

  • too many thoughts in my head

    Seems like some people want to teach their subject, some want to inspire in a more "life lessons" sort of way, some want to be popular, some want to be in control. I went into teaching with a certain amount of excitement about language that I wanted to share, and at some point I maybe…

  • nice frame

    The most simple: a small bitter swallow, a scratch at the throat, a burst of energy. Or maybe diluted with water to make it last longer, but still the same bitterness, the same energy. Sometimes with sweetness, more than a spoonful of sugar, froth and excess and flavor, laughter and guilty pleasures. Soaked in boiled…

  • a good look

    I rode a horse through the candy store, and someone told me that I should ride Napoleon's horse as it would be closer to the ground, and thus allow easier access to the candy. I woke up feeling guilty which means I drank too much; I'd frankly rather have the headache. While being curious over…