I’ve spent the past week (?) I have no idea anymore, at my dear pal Katharine Dever’s place in Bristol, UK. Last time I saw Katharine we drove to San Francisco from LA for the night, attended an event she was part of, raised a wee bit of hell, discovered our mutual adoration of Dolly Parton and made the long… Read More ▶
We just got back from a delicious dinner where Jason and I, the only Americans at the table, found ourselves proudly tracing our ancestry back to the Mayflower. Don’t ask. I really have no idea. We were out numbered by Europeans, and our self-satisfied Mayflowerian pontifications did not impress as we’d hoped, but rather inspired our table mates to spit… Read More ▶
I’m presently in a remote area of Spain outside a teensy, and I mean teensy, town made of stone called Calabuig, down a very long dirt road on a horse farm. And it’s one of the most happenin places I’ve ever been. Fancypants people from all over the world haul themselves and their many languages all the way out to… Read More ▶
I just did some math and realized that today marks exactly 2 weeks since I found myself flying over the Atlantic Ocean, drinking orange juice out of a plastic cup and watching Burlesque (Cher and Christina Aguilera’s horribly awesome perfect plane movie) on my way to stuff my face beside my beloved family in Tuscany before traveling indefinitely around the… Read More ▶
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