Loca and I sat out on the porch around 5 this afternoon and watched the dark storm clouds gather into a thick blanket overhead, then the bayou almost had white caps in it as it turned from deep blue to dark grey, lightning broke out across the sky and thunder sounded like the crash of a jet airplane about to land on our heads. My neighbor and her children quickly pulled into their driveway and…
I harped about T wearing a helmet when she rides her bike and I wish I had my camera with me today as I watched one of the girls on the bike ride take a head over bike over body spill that resulted in a cracked helmet and one badly bruised and scraped up girl! Helmets rule!
There is a documentary out about the fluidity of women’s sexuality and how shown pictures of naked men, heterosexual women don’t respond, but they do respond to naked images of women, particularly women masturbating or having sex. The filmmakers have decided to not come to any conclusions because they understand that these things are complex and there are no answers that can respond to what makes a woman tick.
I traveled all over Croatia and saw barely a sign of the war that destroyed villages and threatened to destroy cities in the early nineties. In Dubrovnik there is a graph showing all the roofs that took a direct hit, all the buildings that were leveled, and other areas of war wear. But I didn’t see destroyed villages or crumbled buildings – just like in New Orleans where a tourist can come to visit and…
I wish I was a fishy in the sea I wish I was a fishy in the sea I’d go slippery slippery slidey All over your bony body I wish I were a fishy in the sea
We have been together 173 days. We have been separated in intervals for 43 days so far. We have 24 more days before she is flesh and blood again. She has become my phantom girlfriend – a spook I met on Mardi Gras, a dream I had once, a haunt who bewitched then left me bewildered to wail (read: blog), who returned on my birthday as a gift, who jetted just when I believed she…
Hvar is still to me one of the most difficult places to pronounce in Croatia – the no vowel thing is a tough customer – but here in Hvar, we found a routine that suited us perfectly – breakfast on the veranda, draft beer on the plaza, a boat ride to Jerolim, a bed of needles under the pine trees to call our own, and the deep deep deep blue sea all around to plunge…
This is a photo of the Diocletian Palace in Split – from our vantage point at a cafe where we had lunch, we watched the elongated Dalmatian men strolling by with their wives and girlfriends and the near heatstroke of Germans and French looking to absorb any ray of sun Croatia had to offer.
The bustling part of the town takes place on a street where the cafes face the street and not this gorgeous view beyond – it’s a puzzle. On the other side from the cafes, are restaurants that look out to the sea – they are built into a 60’s fading modern puzzle of a building that some young architect constructed as his design thesis – the modern structure has no place in the vocabulary of…
The houses in Lastovo have these very unique chimneys – this is one version of them.