This is a bad translation of "travail de mémoire". It's what is is said in the French language to describe going back and dissecting history. It's to better understand what happened, how people got to wherever they were and how to avoid making the same mistakes in the future. I had a weekend with two... Continue Reading →
Crazy
I haven't been writing lately, which is often the case when I can't find anything positive to say. This page is only about being positive. Foro, my little stuffed cow, is about allowing myself to be childlike and to see the world with hope and love. Sometimes it's harder to do than others. I was... Continue Reading →
People in Glass Houses
I was sitting on the train, trying to work. I work well on the train. I stare off into space from time to time, but for the most part I get a lot done....except when someone is talking loudly, or listening to music without headphones (yes, some people do that). This woman started by the... Continue Reading →
So much water so close to home
This is a story by Raymond Carver. I'll summarize it here, briefly and from memory because I haven't read it for a while: A bunch of men went fishing and found a young woman in the river. She was dead, but I don't remember why (drowning or some other cause). They figured that she was... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 