yours, tiramisu

Who wants to go home, anyway?

Before I left for vacation I had a meeting with a director I work with.

After two days in Kunming we’ve moved onto Dali (大理).

When I told my coworkers I would be spending my one long vacation of the year in China for the third year running, I imagine they must have been at least a little confused.

It's quarter till nine, too late for laundry but early enough to feel bad about not doing it.

Lately the days have been warm enough to forgo a jacket and the nights chilly enough to sleep comfortably with the window open.

It was raining when we moved out and when we moved in, it's raining now, and it's supposed to rain tomorrow and the day after.

Today is the first of September, which means that yes, at long last, I have moved in to my new place.

The man with the wide-brimmed hat approached me first.

J moved out this week.

for Larry Levis And what good is a dream finally?

Last week I went to see Julieta Venegas play a free concert in Central Park.

J started moving out this week.

Having not grown up in this corner of the country, the Jersey Shore was only a place I had heard about and knew nothing about.