touches of sense...
notes on technology, learning languages and life.
Thursday, April 13, 2017
Is no news good news?
Day after day, I look up towards the horizon, I see the tree leaves opening, open, green, reddening, browning, falling, blackening, rottin...
Wednesday, April 12, 2017
I still have the moon-landing celebratory plate. I still have the Life magazine special edition. I still remember the grainy black and...
Monday, April 10, 2017
Comedy of the commons?
"I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way. I may be a wage slave on Monday But I am a free man on Sunday.&q...
Sunday, April 9, 2017
Darkness that binds us.
"And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us." Pablo Neruda Alone To...
Friday, April 7, 2017
There he was, quite tiny, feasting on clover in the bright spring sun. I was able to get up quite close to observe him. "...
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