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In or Out

I wrote recently that for this time off I regret not traveling exotically to far off lands. I squandered the rare opportunity to roam the Sahara or climb the Steppes for months. Likewise, closer to home I thought now would be the time to PAAAAARTAY. 4am every night. Sunrises. Strippers …

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Contemplative

Wednesday, just after lunch, I leave the house with one bag and lots of questions. I hop three forms of transportation – BART to Millbrae, Caltrain to Mountain View, and Lightrail to Borregas Ave – to wander to Jay’s work at dystopian Google. He kindly loans me his car that …

No Roaring Zone

I depart after lunch for silence. I booked tonight and tomorrow night a small cabin at the Vajrapani Retreat Center in the Santa Cruz Mountains. For about 30 hours, I’ll sit, stretch, meditate, walk, eat, and sit some more. No roaring, however, as this is a silent and solitary retreat. …

Spheres

I can’t leave well enough alone. I finished last week the four Snowflakes, well, mostly finished, as I’m still working on their xBee communication, but their hardware is done. So I start already my next project: the Spheres. About two years ago, a twisted mass of bent plastic, staples, and …

Ca Suffit

“Ça Suffit,” as the French say, either politely muttered “that’s enough” when offered quantities, or yelled “Enough!” at kids to stop fidgeting. “Ça Suffit,” I say after last weekend. This is enough. My apartment, San Francisco, my hobbies, my friends, my activities, my goals, my struggles, my wanders, these are …

Summer Vacation Ends

It is August 1, 1986. I have one month left of summer vacation before I start my freshman year of highschool. School – long days of commuting, studying, and fraught social interactions – is hard. Thus, the first of August commences the bittersweet period of sadness as I count away …

Reading

With so much time to myself, I read a lot. In March, the New York Times published The New Vanguard, 15 remarkable books by women that are shaping the way we read and write fiction in the 21st century. I decided to read all 15. Most are wonderful, some are …

Art is Never Done

Home in Boston, I have whole days to myself to watch the rain, sleep, go on a walk with my Mother, and think about art. As the Snowflakes near completion with just one more to finish this week, my energies already turn to the next project and the one after …

Hillbilly Elegy

On my slow last evening home, I read my mother’s copy of Hillbilly Elegy in which autobiographer J.D. Vance depicts the travails of growing up poor and neglected in decaying Middletown, Ohio (quite close to my brother Ray’s home). Not only does novelist J.D. sift through the wreckage of his …

Travel

As my free time grows short until starting work again – a little over a month left – I crave adventure. Of all the activities I wish I could have done more in my time away, the top one is travel, not travel to the places I know well, like …