Vientiane — ‘Tween our house and the town there’s a road. A high one. One whose bank must be clambered up with bike, or precariously slidden down each day as we to and fro. And cards were there. Playing cards. Fo...
Vientiane — My memories hang by a nail; baskets by a thread. Publishing dreams - in print - crumply on the hardwood. This dream is real.
Vientiane — Yesterday morning I was reconfiguring an e-commerce site for the download of plenty-gigabyte software training multimedia ebooks in variable formats for a client 11 time zones away. Lunchtime: head to...
Ha! Told you 'twasn't true...
The Great Levitating Table is at cross-purposes with the corners
I get a kick out of the geography and the sheer unlikeliness of it all. Right now is this: a beautiful font in a wooden cabin, Mekong-side.