Every Friday, I wake up at 4am and head to the gym. Thereafter, I eat a light breakfast, pack my backpack, and lock my doors giving it a one-over. I head to work and engage in meeting after meeting. Around 3pm, I look around gather my stuff […]
“Really? Is that true” “Yes, Yes!” “Wow! I have never heard of such a thing” ” Well, it is true. Many New Yorkers have never had a driver’s license. Ever.” “But how do they get from one place to another.” “ummm. They walk. They bike. They take […]
Los Angeles, despite the palm trees and the fairly consistent shining sun, is not all warm and fuzzy. It has a certain rough edge to it that reminds me of what I understand New York of the 1970s to have been like. Have you ever walked […]
I am not a huge fan of wax museums. In high school, having attended art classes in Spain, I was “taught” to find wax museums cheesy and not true museums. My sister who hated going to art museums because they were boring loved wax museums. They were […]
When most east coasters think of Los Angeles, they think of the beach and Hollywood. Its glamorous and hot. Its beautiful people in bikinis playing volleyball. It’s a sidewalk with the name of stars. Yes, Los Angeles is that and much more. There is a seedier, underside […]
Pink flower in dirt A dark world to escape from Free reign, scared within My laptop is pink. My cell phone cover is pink. My calculator is pink. It is safe to say I like pink. However, growing up, I hated pink. Although, I […]
Over a decade ago, I tool a deep breath, downed a double-espresso shot, and turned in my dissertation. I was near being done with a major chapter in my life. It was the beginning of the end and the beginning of a new beginning. I […]
Overflowing rivers Flooded out main streets High tide and a full moon What is it all about? Low visibility Bracing against the wind Tomorrow starts today What is it all about? Pummeled by snow quivers Silhouette beats Tapered dune in a swoon What is it all about? […]
I love street art. While traveling the world, street art, murals, graffiti, give you invaluable insight to the local culture. What inspires the local people to speak out through their paint? What angers people enough to cause the to take to walls? Sometimes, often, people just want […]
A few years ago a work colleague advised me to just start talking to myself while on the train. See, no matter, I am always the person that other people chose to sit next to on a semi-crowded train. Without fail. It could be that I am […]
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