It’s impossible to process, after all, my life is so far removed from the whole situation. There’s no way I can compare or relate — I have a spacious home, I’m totally on the grid, there’s soup on the stove, sitting to my left is a camera that’s worth either a month’s wages or the …
I traded some email recently with a magazine editor. I was pitching stories that I’d posted here. The editor wasn’t having any. “You bloggers. You devalue your best work by publishing it for free.” I had to think about that for a while. It’s extremely rare that I publish work for free. I’ve said yes …
On my third day in Dublin, I rented a bicycle. The bike was too big, the gears wobbly, but it was Ireland and I wanted to ride a bike. By the end of the week, I knew the back roads. I rode the narrow shoulder past green yards, mossy little cottages set back from the …
Things are going along swimmingly with Passports with Purpose, the annual travelbloggers fundraiser. We’ve got, what, a hundred or so participating bloggers, we’re about 11k short of our goal, and the stuff this year, oh, the stuff is amazing. I don’t get to participate — as a founder, in an attempt to make sure that …
This is the third time through. It’s me and my friend C. We’re working on it for open mic at an upcoming ukulele Sunday. The uke, that’s me, C has to break the music up so we can both play because, trust me, there’s something complicated about the timing on this thing. The harmony is …