Sometimes I travel.
Occasionally I reflect.
Rarely I write. When I do, I do it here.
Recent posts:
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Clear days
It rained a lot on this trip. Of the 7 days I traveled, only one of them was dry. On a few of them I found myself in absolute sheets of rain. Twice I pulled off and waited it out, rather than try to navigate limited visibility, standing water and of course drivers of cars…
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The ghosts of my ancestors
A few days ago on my way into Niagara-on-the-Lake I stopped for lunch in St. Catharine’s Ontario, a city of about 135K people on the south west shore of Lake Ontario. Like a lot of cities its size, it’s a former manufacturing city whose glory days are well behind it and is now depressed and…
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Treading on butterflies
There’s a Ray Bradbury story from 1952 called “A Sound of Thunder” that undoubtedly inspired plot lines in Back to the Future and The Flash and many others. It takes place in a future where time travel is possible, so of course the technology is monetized as exclusive tourism for the wealthy, who can travel…
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Like trying on clothes, in Canada
They don’t put coffee out until 7:15am at my hotel and there’s no backup machine in my room so I was irritated at first at the interruption to my schedule. I woke up at 5:15 and found myself facing 2 hours without coffee. What is it normally – about 5 minutes? The time it takes…
“In a car you’re always in a compartment, and because you’re used to it you don’t realize that through that car window everything you see is just more TV. You’re a passive observer and it is all moving by you boringly in a frame.
zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance
On a cycle the frame is gone. You’re completely in contact with it all. You’re in the scene, not just watching it anymore, and the sense of presence is overwhelming.”
A Soujournian 