An Open Letter On the Road Less Traveled : A Personal Essay on the Path of Most Resistance and the Adventure That is Life.

As our world grows increasingly smaller it’s easier than ever to seek refuge in the comfort of familiar places. Yet, we live in a time when thoughts and ideas manifest in flashes of delight, th blink of an eye and round-the-world travel is at the fingertips of risk-takers and adventurers alike. I see Marco PoloContinue reading “An Open Letter On the Road Less Traveled : A Personal Essay on the Path of Most Resistance and the Adventure That is Life.”

Scribes and Sake: Kasa-Jizo (かなじぞ)

Reading fairytales within the origin language. Contextual agreements between time and place, emotions and aesthetics. We might localize our hearts out but truth be told we humans are too complex to translate. #japanese #japaneselanguage #folklore #fable

The Japanization of Modernity: Murakami Haruki between Japan and the United States

Oh, Murakami, you sly fox, you mercurial and fluid, thread a web between East and west that we at once desperately need and can’t quite comprehend. And yet we return, thirsty and increasingly drunk of the elixir that is the product of your craft.

オムレツ – Omurice: Japan’s Notoriously Indulgent Rice-Filled Omelet

Oh, the omelet. A once and always favorite of we humans, enjoyed since time immemorial. With such a longstanding history you’d think we would have tried it all: Enter Japanese Omelet-Rice.

Three Chinese Fables to Guide Your Life

Many Chinese fables tell an entertaining story to illustrate a moral lesson. Here are a few such stories. Stopping Halfway, Never Comes One’s Day In the Warring States Period, in the state of Wei lived a man called Leyangtsi. His wife was very angelic and virtuous, who was loved and respected dearly by the husband. One day, LeyangtsiContinue reading “Three Chinese Fables to Guide Your Life”

El Violin: Valencia ( A Love Poem to the Spanish City of Oranges

Bohemian nights in Valencia where the gypsies shred violins into the coming dark
“Rhythmic swells reverberate trough my lungs. The back streets of Valencia.

Back street Europe.

Romani enclaves and gypsy parts of town.

We’ll sit here in the Plaça de la Virgen with our stiff sangria, smartly bashful in red-faced delerium.

For it is Spring and the blossoms have begun to sing. 

A nod to blanco nerium”

A poem to the City of Oranges. An Open Love Letter to the City of Valencia, Spain.