My gut tells me the signs are half art, half reminder and half hopeful introduction.
Six tongues and the sugar face
Speaking six languages, his brilliance was matched by his charisma. Among a group of twenty Danish exchange students who visited my eldest son’s high school, Rune was the best.
Bursting between the beasts
I remember feeling a sense of community among the writers. Handwritten, and in some cases typewritten, the connection I felt was overwhelming. What began as a open-ended walk down Fifth Avenue became a brief glimpse into enlightenment.
Three stories being told at once
Further imagine that musician playing at least two of the instruments at one time, seemingly writing three different stories concurrently.
Thirty years away from the Blues
The Blues are born from sadness, and loss, just as assuredly as Jonny’s timbre is born of substantial knowledge, genetics and personal culture.
Ten hours in Madrid
I booked the least expensive flight I could find. Travel time between Philadelphia and Bologna was scheduled for almost one full day with a single eight hour layover in Madrid.
When life slows down to let you take a look
Time changed by slowing down noticeably, at the same rate the car sped up, until the driver saw the fascination in my face. Between the drumming, the engine stipple-staccato, the driver’s attention to my curiosity and the
The perfect, hopeful, subversive headbanger
I love this poster. Found pasted on the exterior window of an administrative office on the campus of The University of Freiburg, it screamed at me in an all too lovely way.
Scribbleheads
A woman in Missouri responded to my scribbled Hemingway photo by asking me what I had against Santa Claus.
Dream of the Zen Blue Hat
In my mind’s eye, the stacks appeared so close together as to barely allow two people to pass by without rubbing against one another. To sit together on the floor and read, one would need to scrunch up in a ball and block traffic.
Sleeping dogs and the power of forgiveness
Apologies can have an almost otherworldly power. To reach out, after having committed an error, recognizing that your behavior caused pain, can bring about a rare intimacy.
Skate Hog
Street art is proof that some voices will not be ignored. They will sing anywhere and at any time, like tree roots forcing their way through the joints of an underground pipe in search of water.
I type with two middle fingers
The entire BuzzFeed experience is an auto-erotic möbius strip of intellectual delusion that I’m too stupid and arrogant to create and too curious not to inject.
Hillbillies love Salvador Dali
Dubois Pennsylvania is to Hillbillies what Williamsburg Brooklyn is to Hipsters — a Mecca of insulated culture with its own language, fashion, attitude and values. Both populations share a common love, however.