Going Back to Scilly, via Penzance
The airport crew was pulling the sleepy planes out of their hangers. One was going through its morning calisthenics, engines full-throttle, brakes engaged, and noticeably shivering.
Automotive Angels
They sat streamlined and white with gleaming, gold brightwork instead of chrome.
A Few Cultural Differences
A towel with a temporary identification tag was provided for me as soon as I arrived.
World’s Skinniest Father Christmas
“Are you the real Santa Claus?”
“Why, yes, of course! Are you the real Sasha? Because I heard that there’s a little girl that dresses just like you saying she’s the real one.”
Vividness, Darkness, and Death at the Door
Around one o’clock in the morning we heard a sickening moan rise from near the front door, the kind that turns your blood cold.
Your Friend and Humble Servant
The story of a young Tunisian-Italian named Fayoum, his mysterious mormon penpal, and his disastrous love of alchemy.
The Wheel of Consent
I enjoy finding keys to understanding. When I find something that so concisely and clearly delivers useful knowledge, I take
Friendship Among the Trees on Death Row
“What? How? Wow! This is so incredible!” I stammered.
Personally Thanking the Cows for their Efforts
As I walked back up the road, not really minding that I was covered in more urine and shit than I’ve been in all but the earliest years of my life, it occurred to me that a lot of people here have a great deal of responsibility.
What is Gig Racing?
A rowing seat on the Shah is a privilege and rite of passage.
