Posted 1 year, 6 months ago in the early afternoon by oso
It’s hard to believe that it has already been five months since I was sitting in the café courtyard of the Galería de Arte Nacional in Caracas and writing a blog post that I intended to publish that same afternoon. Like so many nearly finished blog posts, however, I never did publish it and it [...]
Posted 1 year, 11 months ago just before lunchtime by oso
Subways, I love them. The door to the carriage opens, it closes, and your two or five or 15 minutes of silent intimacy with people you’ve never met begins. Like unacquainted sardines. Like a colony of seals piled upon each other in stoic orgy.
We’re rich, we’re poor; black and white; Chavistas and Chavez-haters; young and [...]
Milan - It's true, my favorite Pepperidge Farm cookies were always the Milanos, the mint ones. Paul Graham wrote an interesting essay in May about those social pressures that cities like to whisper into our ears. Manhattan tells us to make more money, he writes, and Cambridge tells us to read more books. ... - #
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