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From mid-December to a few days ago. About the cranes: from my home office I’ll look over and see something different being hoisted.
Random observations of note, not always about Montpellier, sometimes just in my head. As always in these cases, it’s E.B. White style. *** Strange but true In the nearby park a woman was picking up poop from her dog. I almost took a picture. Clearly she is not French . *** Ménage à trois My
Saturday, 13 November, Chur to Montpellier It was early afternoon when I got in to Mulhouse, having left Chur a little after nine. Mulhouse has a dingy, crappy little train station: peeling paint anywhere you look, weeds wherever weeds could grow, a sad, run down feeling to it all. It was a fitting re-entry into
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Being Alive — The search which we make for this quality, in our own lives, is the central search of any person, and the crux of any individual person’s story. It is a search for those moments and situations when we are most alive. – Christopher Alexander, The Timeless Way of Building Arcas Platz, a
Titles are hard. Come up with something and in your head it sounds great. See it written down, and it’s weak at best, and subsequent ideas are even worse. A title should be short (Augustus), capture something about the topic (Twelve Angry Men), be original (Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas), maybe funny (Green Eggs
This day, ten years ago. I’m driving around with one the best guys in the world, Bill, who’s showing me around the various neighborhoods for Annapolis. We had left California almost a year before. Our plan to relocate to the Boston area has fallen though, so we’re thinking maybe best to settle in an area
Our writers have been writing, but nothing is fit for publication, right now. So it’s just photographs this time.
The German for this day is the best: Mittwoch, mid week. That captures it simply, two syllables, everything’s pronounced, easy. Unlike the secular German word, the English and French words are pagan in their origins, Wednesday (Wodin’s day) and mercredi (Mercury’s day); nor are they pronounced as they are written: wennsday or mecredee.