I visited the very south of South America once, a town called Punta Arenas. It was the way in and out of the Torres del Paine park, where I was going for a trek. Punta Arenas is windy, a lot of the time. It made it to no. 4 of the world's windiest cities on... Continue Reading →
Blixa Cooks Risotto
Last weekend, I had a bee in my bonnet to re-watch Urgh! A Music War. This was movie of a bunch of live concert films of musical groups from the early '80's, and predominantly not music that was played on the radio. Of the popular, commercial sort, there were bands like Police, UB40, Joan Jett... Continue Reading →
The Things that Count
So I'm fifty six, and I'm trying to find my head around this fact. How did I get so old? (Easy answer, by not dying before, but it's still shocking.) I've been chugging through certain memories and feelings and realizing that they don't always make sense. In some memories, I felt one way at home... Continue Reading →
Art Brut
It was a rainy day and I decided to make a pilgrimage to a museum I visited when I first moved to Switzerland, the Collection de l'Art Brut. The collection was started by Jean Dubuffet, partially, it seems, after discussions (letters to and fro) with a friend of his who felt she needed to create... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 