Curations from the Human Jungle
[I've seen four live flamenco performances in my life, most recently a few weeks ago in Madrid, Spain. Each one has has splashed beyond the surface of my mud puddle of a life to stir the animal within. Is it the rhythm? The posturing? The ululation? (Don't get to use that word in a sentence... Continue Reading →
[I was in my car when I got a call from SB Sandy. Had I heard the news? Anthony Bourdain killed himself. I wasn't surprised. Anthony Bourdain was my longtime travel companion. I followed him through Parts Unknown, No Reservations, and even The Layover. I slaughtered a pig with him in the South Pacific, went... Continue Reading →