The sun woke me just before six. We couldn’t figure out how to open the blinds, but somehow a little patch of flickering light appeared, playing over my eyes. I thought about going back to sleep but then I thought how seldom I get to travel on a conveyance with a club car, where I … Continue reading
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St James’s Sunday
I rather did stumble into Upper-Crust London on this walk. I frequently overshoot my mark making for the nearest edge of St James’s Park—I always think it’s further west than it is and end up striding down Bond Street or Savile Row past shops selling fripperies to the rich and fashionable, neither of which I … Continue reading
Train Brain
Excerpt from Skirt.com, click the link to read the rest 0 I keep saying, “For an unemployed person, I’m awfully busy.” My mom keeps telling me to stop saying this, reminding me that though I don’t have a steady job I’ve been developing some really exciting (if not, y’know, lucrative) projects recently. My mind has … Continue reading
Images of Cairo
Excerpt from Skirt.com, click the link to read the rest 0 Seven days of protesting in Egypt. Cynical as this may seem, instead of thinking, “Wow, I’m grateful to be away while all the trouble is happening,” all I can think is how much I wish I were there to write about it. I think … Continue reading
