“.. The lambs on the tree nooked hillside bleating heard in Blake’s old ear, and the silent thought of Wordsworth in eld Stillness clouds passing through skelton arches of Tinturn Abby- Bard Nameless as the vast. babble to vastness” In 1967 American poet Allen Ginsberg took an acid trip at Tinturn Abby. In the chilly …
One time I went to Munich. I ate more Bavarian brats than I ever considered humanly possible. I drank vats of delicious German beer. I ate so much creamy German milk chocolate. And I cried myself to sleep most nights of this trip. Beer, Brats and chocolate?! Sounds exceptionally wonderful, right? Why was a week …
Tonight my boyfriend lost his chipmunk in the crazy busy shopping district of Mong Kok Hong Kong. This was not like getting lost at the Beverly Center in Los Angeles. I couldn’t just meet him in front of Nordstrom. He told me to meet him in front of the McDonald’s after I stopped shopping for …
It was six a.m. in Venice Italy and I couldn’t sleep. I looked at my two flat mates snoring and cozy in their beds and knew I couldn’t sit here all morning cocooned in my nice warm bed, waiting for these silly hungover girls to wake up. It was time to hit the streets of …
In Kammanahalli the dirty mud covered streets are lined but that’s just a guide line for the millions of rickshaw drivers and Uber drivers who frantically scurry about in their vehicles. There is not a Christmas tree in sight. This is late December in Bangalore, India. The millions of motorbikes invade the city like ants who …