The Elephant’s Memory

The prolific novelist and esteemed motor-cycle riding (which killed him, at the age of 49), rebel upstate New York university professor once wrote that the inferior writer writes derivatively -- or something along those lines. And if I were in the mood to write a derivative post today, I would pen some moody piece about … Continue reading The Elephant’s Memory

The Dignity of Sand Cranes

Since returning from Portugal, almost two weeks ago, I have been engaged in a ferocious internal debate:  what should I focus my energies on next (other than preparing to move to Portugal next year)? The choice is ternary: a) Do nothing; hang out; chill; exercise; lose weight; ignore whatever happens with the coming election and … Continue reading The Dignity of Sand Cranes