Our team of writers, editors, and photographers have been busy coping with this covid-19 thing, and hope all of you who got lost and ended up here are well. Continue Reading
Our team of writers, editors, and photographers have been busy coping with this covid-19 thing, and hope all of you who got lost and ended up here are well. Continue Reading
The original title of this essay was ‘Niggers fucking bitches in their asses’. More on that later. Land of terrible infants Standing in the great hall of Zurich’s main train station, it’s a cold, clear morning, the Thursday before Christmas. I love train stations. And today, here, now, this moment, I am at the center… Continue Reading
We live on a wandering planet. —Saint-Exupéry Feeling sad? Worried about the human race? There’s plenty of good reasons to feel this way: climate change, the ill tempered, feces throwing orangutang in the White House, a growing world wide oligarchy, yet another digital privacy indignity. Continue Reading
Posted on Dora Katherine Money Elder’s birthday, and as such, the appropriate drink pairing for reading this essay is a Manhattan. She had a bit of the travel bug, from which there is no cure, only temporary relief. Wednesday afternoon, mid-July. Recently this region of France, Herault, set a national high temperature record of 45°… Continue Reading
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Trains, the metro, and automobile The trip began at the wrong train station. You’d think that would be hard to do. The main train station in Montpellier is, and always has been, the gare St. Roch. We were vaguely aware that a new train station was under construction nearby, and indeed, in July, 2018, that… Continue Reading