Paradisical Paradox
I was sitting in Mabrouka’s salon, sprawled athwartships on the aft side of the starboard-facing “U” like I always do when I watch the big iMac 27 I have mounted […]
I was sitting in Mabrouka’s salon, sprawled athwartships on the aft side of the starboard-facing “U” like I always do when I watch the big iMac 27 I have mounted […]
Approaching Point Venus, I hungered in doubtful anticipation for a respite from the weather. I’d been stumbling as manfully as I knew how in from 80 miles at sea with […]
I find myself, again, getting into in that place I always get when I get too comfortable in one spot for too long. Like a watermelon pip clenched between the […]
I’ve have at last struggled through the final third of Charles Darwin’s The Voyage of the Beagle, motivated by anticipation of his accounts of the Galapagos and Tahiti, tidbits of […]