[wp_quiz id=”1740″] I love to prop my bike against a railing on this iron bridge and stare at the rail yard below. The bridge is new, replacing another iron bridge that was starting to fail. Failing bridges are a serious concern all over the United States. The concern becomes visceral in Minneapolis with memories of… Continue reading Green Box on Rusty Bridge
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Jamie on a Bed in Leningrad
Posted Jamie on a Bed in Leningrad.
Jamie on a Bed in Leningrad
August 1975. Four young women sit on a bed in a budget hotel in Leningrad (today’s St. Petersburg). Three of the women appear to be intent on listening to someone in the room, off-camera. But one is staring straight at me, mugging, as I snap a Kodachrome. This is Jamie, the embodiment of all my… Continue reading Jamie on a Bed in Leningrad
Portnoy’s Complaint in Moscow
It’s the summer of 1975. My brother and I are wandering around Moscow. A young Russian man comes up to us and starts a conversation. Once a certain level of trust is achieved, he brings up the subject of books banned in the USSR. “Would you mail me a copy of Portnoy’s Complaint?” he asks.… Continue reading Portnoy’s Complaint in Moscow
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One open window,a cautious invitationbefore the dog days.
My New Blog Site
My need to write a blog post generally starts with a bunch of thoughts swirling around my mind, begging to be tamed. My process of writing is largely an exercise in simplification, focus, and organization. Simplification starts with throwing out as many thoughts as possible. Most thoughts end up on the floor, others are filed… Continue reading My New Blog Site
My New Blog Site
Posted My New Blog Site.
Evaluating WordPress
Evaluated WordPress as a replacement for my current blogging tool, Blogger.
The Emptiness of Social Media
In the past couple days there have been over 13,000 views of the above post in my microblog. Thirty-nine strangers have “liked” it. Typically, at this point, there would have been about 100 impressions. My microblog is an exercise in gratitude for something about each day of my life. I use Twitter as the… Continue reading The Emptiness of Social Media
The Time I Visited a Moonie Commune
San Francisco, March 1977. I had just finished my first business trip to the USA, and was now spending a few days walking around San Francisco. I loved the place to the point that I had changed a flight so I could stay an extra two days. At Fisherman’s Wharf I chatted with a couple.… Continue reading The Time I Visited a Moonie Commune