I’m hiding in the sewing machine cabinet – in that little “room” you get when its top panel folds open sideways - like the cover of a giant book - to form a work surface, resting on the cabinet door opened at 180 degrees. Through the gap at the top edge of my little chamber,... Continue Reading →
Rosebud: Proustian Moments
Citizen Kane's dying word stands for security, hope and the innocence of childhood, which a man can spend a lifetime trying to regain...like the green light at the end of Tom Buchanan's pier in The Great Gatsby, or that yearning for a home that never was, which the Portugese have a beautiful term for -... Continue Reading →
Accidental Goal: Luck & Determinism
In our pitiful band of gawky, maladroit, poorly coordinated mediocrities back in the day, there used to be this guy who used to make a lot of noise on the field, but was an authentic dud like the rest of us when it came to any kind of physical contact between foot and ball. The... Continue Reading →
Notes to Self 