around the city

When I die, leave me in a hole in a wall, not a hole in the ground.

San francisco — Baudelaire would have loved this place. Ratty around the edges—its charm at once immanent and ephemeral. The hole in the wall delivers more than good food cheap. A considered conversation with a casu...

You can read tea leaves, maybe even coffee grounds. The undissolved pitch of hot chocolate yields no insights. Ask again later.

San francisco — Every few months I find myself thinking, “I should get a cat.” The trouble with decisions though is that you have to make them—not just appraise them. Once I make them, I miss the man who went the o...

up in the air

Lost in transnation

Saint andrew parish — Planes, trains, and automobiles. I thought they’d be my everything. “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I never knew. “Where do you want to be when you grow up?” That I knew. Everywhere. “Wh...