I am convinced that notificataions on my phone and laptop are the bane of this tecno existence. They are the poking of a button that reminds directly the addictive release of endorphins to be near. "Hey--pellets available!" - the Pavlovian response. "Hey--do this release. Don't think." Deliberation is delayed for immediate cessation of curiosity. An… Continue reading Notified of My Addiction?
Living your life with great passion seems to be less appealing these days. You describe how passionate your longing for your lover is, and someone will say, “get over it”. The norm these days is just to buck up and be hip, instead of live the depths of your soul. It's as if your feelings… Continue reading Where Have All the Poets Gone?
The thing is, I’m a travel snob and always have been. I know the difference between fresh and stale espresso, and of course, you must drink the former in Italy if possible. I tell people not to cross their legs at the knee in front of an African man, because the sole of the shoe… Continue reading Confessions of a Travel Snob