OJ Simpson was in my yoga class this morning.

I swear. I thought he was in jail, but my eyes insist it was him sweating it out in his Speedo next to me in hot yoga this morning. My, oh my! So much has happened since I’ve arrived on American soil. I left again and went to Canada. I got a paycheck, the first […]

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Meat cups?

Do I think this is gross because I am a vegetarian? Or because it is a cup made out of meat? It’s a meat cup. No. A meat cup.

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The answer we’ve all been waiting for

is here.

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A poetic tantrum

Fuck. I’ve caught up. No more travel stories. No more muddy pant legs or sweaty scarves or damaged cameras. It’s all over. I’ve got a lease in my hand and a pen that is about to sign my life back into normal-dom. And I don’t wannaaaaaaaa. Somewhere along the way, I got the idea that […]

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Lessons from someone who knows stuff.

I’ve always wanted to know stuff.Unfortunately, I don’t.I mean, I know stuff… But it seems I’m one of those jacks of all trades and masters of none. I hate it. It irks me. I want to be the expert witness they call to the stand to verify something only my keen eye could verify. Or […]

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