Oops!

Just want to send a shoutout to the peaceloving mosquitoes of Awassa. Sorry I went into a manic frenzy and killed half a dozen of you within minutes of arriving. I shoulda known something was different about you when you just waited around for me to squish the life out of your soft bodies instead … More Oops!

Hence the blog?

“Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence. Inside its cocoon of work or social obligation, the human spirit slumbers for the most part, registering … More Hence the blog?

Anyplace

Love is like someone knocking at the door to the most private part of you and you’re inside running around frantically straightening up the room while calling out “Just a minute!”. And that knocking keeps coming, consistent and insistent. And the more you straighten up the more you feel you’ve messed it up instead. Sooner … More Anyplace

For Monday Mornings: Why The Way There Is Better Than The There

Five days a week, traveling on the 41, 71 or 108, I find myself dreading what’s at the other end of my trip (work) and wishing that the bus ride would last just a little longer, but of course it never does. Extra stops don’t materialize. Road doesn’t magically elongate itself. Never any decent traffic … More For Monday Mornings: Why The Way There Is Better Than The There

99 Names for Injera

Marge calls it “galalalalalala”, Lisa thinks it’s a pancake, foodie websites up and down the internet call it yeast-risen flatbread, sponge-like bread, crepe-like flat bread, sour pancake, flatbread, sourdough pancake-like bread, flat spongy bread, flat crepe like food that has millions of bubbles or holes on its surface, (millions, really?) American-style Ethiopian bread, sour flat-bread, … More 99 Names for Injera

Pre

If you’re going to be lonely it’s best to do it in a city where you know no one. To be lonely in a city where you know many, and many know you, is the worst kind of loneliness. There is no excuse for it. It is more pathetic than regular loneliness, the right kind. … More Pre