Love it / Hate it: an Infinite Combination of a Mere Twenty-Six Letters

Today.  On my way to Seattle.  I'm venturing out into the outside world for the first time in a very long while.  I haven't had much to write about lately because I haven't experienced much except for the inside of my own head which sits atop my body which has been, for the last six months, confined to a small bedroom at my mother's. Let me back up here and say that I've been uninhabiting the world quite on purpose.  I've been in what I call Creation Mode which requires an extremely heavy … [Read more...]

Through Trial and Error and ‘Cacca’: Restaurant and Hotel Recommendations in Rome

Everyone has a poop story. I was reminded of this the other day when I saw my fellow grape picker, Alice, from a distance.  On her back was a small, gooey looking splat of liquid.  "Alice!" I hollered, running to catch up to her.  "I think you have bird poop on your back," I said.  She stopped abruptly.  I took a closer look.  It was green.  "Oh nevermind.  That's just a smooshed grape." Being pooped on reminded me of the first time I ever went to Rome.  I was twenty.  I was so excited and I'd … [Read more...]