I fund my bicycling adventures by helping companies clearly present information on the web. So it was with particular relish that I spent so much time parsing clues from the many maps we saw through out our travels.
When you resolve to write more love letters, it's nice to have exquisite paper to do it on. Karacho's woodblock-printed paper in unlike anything else I've written on.
Besides my love of izakaya, Japanese maples, and a quarter of ancient Japanese art taken in college, I am surprisingly ignorant about it. For example, are we or are we not going to see snow monkeys sitting in hot springs? I thought we had to go to some place remote in Hokadio, which seems out...
I’ve a sweet spot for the World Cup. The first summer in Seattle was spent underemployed and with plenty of time to drink with new people watching mid-day matches. Here’s a favorite from my Lost Vacation show: Brazil 1975.
Tagged, stenciled and pasted, the streets of Tel Aviv are full of art or blight depending on how you feel about such things.
Hardly bereft of beauty, the winter garden is filled with subtle pleasures.
Looking at art instead of thinking about making it in NYC.