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My portfolio is largely electronic now, given my nomadic lifestyle. A few favourite articles are listed below, beside links to specific subdirectories.
At the Seashore with Medea
A Marriage Unravels in Athens
Greece, A Love Story: Plum shadows outline the Parthenon. This buttress of land, the art upon it defying time and Turkish detonations are so ancient. The moon even more so, a bruised apricot. My woes, suspended briefly between the two, have no weight.
My father wore an apron, not a suit and tie
Oxford Mail: "He did the the school run, the grocery shopping, plaster-application, biscuit dispensing and so on, financed by my mother's paycheque. The division of labour worked well. She hated children. He loved them.
Calm as a Hurricane's Eye
Road and Travel: Everything in Honduras is slow, slow as I've never experienced. Heat leaches muscle fiber, skeletal strength and all ambition. Coral sand grits under my bare feet, after the espadrilles unlace. Even the lightning pulses long and lazy on the ocean's horizon. Tropical diving downshifts yet another gear, if such a thing is possible.
gets in your eyes: Addicted to TV melodramas
MSN Underwire: "Beverly Hills 90210 provided something that Sartre,
Saki and all my snobby little paperbacks never could: a bright-plumaged
world shared with hundreds of thousands of other viewers, a cultural currency
as widely accepted as Visa."
for law and order on the Fertility Frontier
Italy Daily Comment: Italian IVF bill would endanger women, encouraging unproven techniques and risky multiple pregnancies. Science and safety should direct the legislation not the moral musings of the Church.
Salon Magazine: Ye Olde England still exists in all its imagined splendour that is, if you overlook the busted pipes and bigoted redneck neighbours.
Zen and the art of moped mayhem
MSN: All roads do lead to Rome, specifically to Piazza Venezia. Buses blast around the rotary, as tiny Fiats dart across the undefined lanes. It's a swirling, sucking whirlpool of metal. And I'm riding the wave bareback on a beat-up moped. This is Italian traffic, al fresco.