For a few summers in high school I worked as a river raft guide in West Virginia. Lately I’ve been a technical writer for a medical devices company in Switzerland. Both are land-locked, mountainous regions. How else do they compare? I know you’ve been wondering about this for a long, long time. 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
Ses meilleurs tableaux avons blancs: la voile blanche d’un sloop gréé de gaffes, l’extérieur blanc d’une maison en clapot de la Nouvelle-Angleterre, le blanc d’un phare de l’Atlantique, l’uniforme blanc du type qui travaille derrière le comptoir du restaurant. Le blanc est une couleur solitaire: il reflète tous les spectres de la lumière. Même si… Continue Reading
Ein deustche Version findet man hier. Il y a une version française ici. His best paintings have white in them: the white sail on a gaff-rigged sloop, the white exterior of a New England clapboard house, the white of an Atlantic lighthouse, the white uniform of the guy working behind the diner counter. White is… 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
The third in an occasional series. *** Mornings when walking to the train station, I pass two outposts of Jehovah’s Witnesses. At the first are two women, early thirties, a rolling magazine rack between them. They hold out a magazine that no one takes. Further down the street is an older man, usually alone, also… Continue Reading