I woke up this morning feeling glum, much like during the waning seconds of the tail end of my final lacrosse game in high school, where I stared from the sidelines as our team lost well aware that it was completely beyond my ability to do anything about it. It wasn’t an oppressive glumness, but [...] Read more »
For context, read Foreign Exchange – Part I, Foreign Exchange – Part II, Foreign Exchange – Part III, and Foreign Exchange – Part IV. LoveBite, the hickey machine. “It’s unthinkable not to love— you’d have a severe nervous breakdown.” – Lawrence Durrell (1912-1990) Beneath the table, I could feel the note wrinkling in my sweaty [...] Read more »
For context, read Foreign Exchange – Part I, Foreign Exchange – Part II, and Foreign Exchange – Part III. Image by John Osgood. “I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time – those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything.” – Lawrence Durrell (1912-1990) It’s [...] Read more »
For context, read Foreign Exchange – Part I, and Foreign Exchange – Part II. “The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of. You see it all the time… love lavished on absolute fools. Love’s a charity ward, you know.” – Lawrence Durrell (1912-1990) There was no doubt he was a pretty [...] Read more »
For context, read Foreign Exchange – Part I. “History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.” – Lawrence Durrell (1912-1990) There are plenty of people who have written about the “Friend Zone” and the problems therein. There are essays by men (many, many essays), essays by women (a few), an instruction manual [...] Read more »
Image by CloudDust. “Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.” -Lawrence Durrell (1912-1990) The above is a quote from Lawrence Durrell. I’m not sure I’ve ever read anything else by him. I’m not even sure who he is or was. That wouldn’t be quite so embarrassing if it weren’t the quote situated next to my [...] Read more »
Denise reaches out to touch the idol of Santa Ana at Biba Fiestan Santa Ana in Agat, Guam. For more rainy pictures of Guam, click here. The word fiesta has a very Mexican image in my mind. Perhaps it’s my love the Three Amigos and El Guapo’s birthday that causes me to associate fiesta with [...] Read more »
The Santos Kiluus shrine sits abandoned off a back road late at night. For more religious images from Guam, click here. It wasn’t by choice that I’ve received most of my nicknames. There were five other Bens in my grade in elementary school, three of which played on the soccer team. When I was dubbed [...] Read more »
There we were, our eyes glaring at the screen in concentration, waiting to see if we could do it; hoping we could, and would, become the next pope. You remember the Last Starfighter, that phenomenal 80s film in which a small town boy gets to become a starfighter because he got a high score on [...] Read more »