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It's funny how the last person comes to mind at the strangest hour.

Now I know: it's better to have fled, at least with a snide goodbye.

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"We did not weep
when we were leaving-
for we had neither
time nor tears,
and there was no farewell" ("There was no farewell," Taha Muhammed Ali).

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So in my previous post when I took Karen Pinkus's "15 minutes to acclimatise to LA" as a signpost, I think I've got my glimpse of the equivalent tonight ( Read more... )

Karen Pinkus brought us to the Getty Research Institute this afternoon. Only in LA can one build a museum of such a size, where visitors park in a separate parking building before taking a tram to the actual mammoth of the museum itself. But it is beautiful. Up on the hills where we have Malibu on the one side and Downtown on the other, we didn't ( Read more... )

Writing hasn't been the same without having my favourite reader, namely my old supervisor read it and have them commented in an instaneous day that felt like a minute. But the actual grain always used to lie within the text of our emails rather than the actual commented word document, attached as a file ( Read more... )

It is like watching your hair grow before ever leaving your apartment to see the town. In the meantime, nothing ever gets painted red and the blades steal inches of your hair, dropping coins into the sink at 4am in the morning.

Kafka often contrasts two types of voyage, an extensive and organized one, and one that is intense, in pieces, a sinking ( Read more... )

A quiet evening after discovering that the narrator of courtly love par exemplar, The Romance of The Rose, loves not the rosebud but the fresh young man, Fair Welcoming himself (yes, that's his name, how not to love?), I sat down to look back, for the first time, my paper presented at the Politics of Friendship conference earlier this year. "A ( Read more... )

Dinner alone does me good, so then if it were with two. But dinner with a group of very hungry friends -- old and new -- is simply unbeatable.


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San Francisco is still beautiful the way I had it a decade ago. With the square, the tiles, the chill and its Irish coffee by the docks, it's the saddest second best to Europe I can get here on the west coast. I couldn't help but sms home, i.e. Mayee to share the sentiment and was updated on the strangest saga from Cambodia.

D.C and I didn't manage ( Read more... )