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

I got a rock

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ws5Q8C0n6vw This morning I went to the beach where I have spent much of the past 17 years. Unlike the situation in Tavira, you don't have to get a 2 euro ticket to hop on a ferry filled with the Birkenstock people to get to the beach here. It was empty; usually this time of … Continue reading I got a rock