A couple days ago I turned 29 and I’m taking it very seriously, not because it’s any closer to 30 or some kind of reaction to age, but because I had a hard time with 28. 28 was a struggle, a constant rewording of failure in order to see around it. I was rolling tubes [...] Continue Reading »
Mexico at 29
4all i’m trying to say is i don’t know, but it’s okay
4[ from a. addair who is listening to Bill Evans (The best of Bill Evans Live) ] It is different this year in Mexico. As I was last year, I am glad for warmth in the winter months and grateful for our friends here. I still relish the brightly painted walls; I admire the practical [...] Continue Reading »
a mexican hamburguesa
1I skipped out early on Salsa classes Friday night, and Edwin and I grabbed coffee where it is known locally to be the best. The cafe setup is simple; one machine roasting coffee beans and an espresso machine making Americanos. Old men sit and drink from the humming and the burning and the smelling. The [...] Continue Reading »