Twentysomething

I lost my passport the other day – left it in a spring garden where cupped tulips held yolky sun drops.  It's a hassle to apply for a new one, but I'm sad that all my stamps are gone. They are in some ways the only signifiers

Actually, Web 2.0 is reducing the hypocrisy in society.  Within a generation, the youths who today are comfortable with expressing themselves online will be in positions to scoff at the antiquated way of thinking where sharing candid images of your private life is taboo.

Not to go all 'woe is me' but ever since I graduated, I feel like employers have just wanted to suck all my skills out before moving on.  In other words, most places I've been at were too big to care or too small to have time to care.

When will people stop buying into all this pseudo-psycho-mumbo-jumbo self-help crap?  I must admit, I'm the harshest of critics when it comes to these books.

I've been in a serious-reading kick lately.  Just finished Memories of a Pure Spring by Duong Thu Huong and am starting on Immortality by Kundera.  It takes a certain mood to get Kundera, and I suppose with the season changing and the opportunity to people watch, I&

October 2006.  YupNo and I wandered around the old walled town of Antalya and stumbled onto a shaded square with a couple of tables and a few women sitting around benches chatting.  Let's stop for a coffee, she said.  Ok, I said.  Wearied legs whimpered their cases and