Travel
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A Creek I Didn’t Mean to Fall Into
It was one of those gray SF days. Pandemic era. Everything was closed. I had been in the Bay Area for a bit, but I hadn’t really left the city much. Still very much a San Francisco rookie. One day I decided to take the first BART train to “anywhere” and see what happened. It… Read more
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No Bags, Thank You (But Definitely Love)
Ten years ago I was budgeting my backpacking trip in Luxemburg, and grocery stores were my go-to for breakfast, lunch and dinner (romantic, I know). I didn’t expect to fall in love inside one. But the cashier was Portuguese. Cute. So cute. Ridiculously cute. I spent the rest of the day thinking about that tiny… Read more
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Life in Chinatown
Some film production is happening in our front yard. I wish this were Jessica Alba’s new movie. ❤️ Read more
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The Monster Poster
We went to São Paulo to meet the big companies. IBM turned up to sell. Read more
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The Last Trip
A channel about places that are going to disappear, and the afternoon I nearly went first. Read more
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When my digital net met the real world
Where I was born, I learned to fish with a very special net. It was my digital net, cast into a virtual sea. Ten years learning, fishing, sometimes even teaching, enough stories to fill a small boat. Then I realized I had been living on an island. So I took my little boat and rowed… Read more
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Hey Gringo
“Gringo, gringo, gringooo,” said Deniro, a kid who sat beside me on a dusty bench in Pichanaki. “Oye niño, ¿por qué me llamas así?” I said asked, a bit hurt, I confess. The last thing I want is to sound like an American. “Porque los gringos son personas con barba.” he replied. I guess I’m… Read more
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Black Soldier Flies for Lunch
Once, I was obsessed with Black Soldier Flies and came across another unusual person, Justin Piatt. We got some larvae and decided to prepare them as snacks. For better or worse, the owner of the pans was so disgusted that we decided to skip that experience for now. Read more
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Minerito
The Uncle wants ore Little miner Uncle Sam Blood The uncle is me And you O Tio quer minério Minerito O Tio Sam Sangre O Tio sou eu Y usted Read more
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Borrowed Eyes
Six months of deep gratitude for borrowing your eyes, the ones that made my skin tremble, and still do. I had to say goodbye to everyone, to people who don’t exist anymore, who existed only inside me, or maybe never existed at all. I say goodbye to myself every day. Today, it was a great… Read more