A great inspiration to me and a consistent benchmark for my feeble attempt at writing these last few years. I loved his voice and he helped me begin to find mine which, for me, is pre requisite to happiness. I have begun to find the difference between imitation and admiration, a contempt for lazy… Read More David Rakoff (1964 – 2012)
In reading old posts, I came across this one from last year, and it is refreshing to see that I have made some progress from babbling idiot in a foreign tongue to, well, babbling idiot in a foreign tongue. Learning a language can be an adventure, often saturated with discouragement and humiliation. But it is… Read More Xavi’s Linguistic Abyss, Part 5 (re-post)
It appears that the amount of writing I do is inversely proportional to the amount of sun and beach I’m exposed to. I hope I don’t have to move to Seattle or Cornwall to rediscover the muse. These photos, though, will be followed later with some words. I spent a solo day in the beautiful… Read More In Sóller, Mallorca
It is the time of year where I leave the city of Madrid and enter the slower, less concerned world of the Mallorquín. For the month of July, I’ll probably spend less time in front of the computer, and more of the day on the water, orchestrating sailing outings for kids. But there are still… Read More A quick post from Palma, Mallorca
Casual Notebook 