teaching, traveling, taking pictures
I counted my years and discovered that I haveless time to live going forward than I have lived until now.I have more past than future.I feel like the boy who received a bowl of candies.The first ones, he ate ungracious,but when he realized there were only a few left,he began to taste them deeply.Mário de… Continue reading São Paulo: Avenida Paulista Sunday Street Festival
Dear Friend, Greetings! First, thank you for taking the time to handwrite me a letter—to receive a written correspondence nowadays is such a rarity. You could have easily emailed, texted, or instant messaged me, but you opted for the more old-fashioned mode of communication, and I appreciate that. Second, congratulations on your nuptials! I am… Continue reading Response Letter to a Friend
I am currently in the Midwest staying at my mother and step-father's place. One of my goals while back in the US was to hunt down my back-up hard drive that I stashed in their basement storage room. On this drive are all the digital photos that I took ever since I made the switch… Continue reading My Days in Beijing #ThrowbackTrip
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read, and dream of the soft lookYour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep[...]William Butler Years, "When You Are Old"
I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.James Joyce, Dubliners It's easy to fall in love/ It's easy to be alone/ It's easy to hate yourself/ when all your love is inside someone elseLittle Green Cars, "The… Continue reading Conansday in Dublin (Aon)
The other day, as I was preparing a new post for my blog, I noticed that WordPress had congratulated me on 100 blog posts. 100 posts? Seems like only yesterday that I arrived in Doha and started writing my original blog, My Days in Doha. In recognition of my 100 posts milestone, I thought that… Continue reading Top 10 Posts from the Past Two Years
While thinking about what to publish for this week's blog post, by happenstance, I was looking through the few videos that I had saved in Google Photos. It then occurred to me to curate a few of these videos and share them. So, after upgrading my WordPress account, once again, I was able to upload… Continue reading Song and Dance in Doha
Who wept on the breast of the other?Only the wet shirt knows the answer Abboud al Jabiri "At the Door of a Lonely Heart" One of the first things to gowas the belief that my sons would always sleep underneath the same roof as me—the divorce dashed me of that delusion. After my weekends with them,as… Continue reading The Unceasing Horizon
The first part of my trip to Taiwan was spent in Taipei with my friends from grad school, Simon and Amanda, and Becky, Amanda's mother. The last part of my trip was spent with a former student, Ken Ning, whom I advised while working at my previous institution of employment in the US. Ken also… Continue reading My Days in Taiwan (Part 4)
you had better not appear -you, superfluous moonthe sky already is too crowdedtruth is I'd rather be aloneon the nightest nightthe night without a starlooking at you looking at mewe don't really exist [cont.] everything can and cannot be seenon a night like thiswhat I'm touching is not you -I can almost feel- is that… Continue reading My Days in Taiwan (Part 3)
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