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Just how many matchboxes does it take?

Are you out of your gourd? This was the question my father would pose when he saw you doing something completely, obviously, utterly and undeniably crazy. I never remember what I was doing at the time, but how could you forget a question like that? My gourd? The dried...

Knowing if it’s really a quake

When I was a child, and a dogged reader of Highlights magazine (or maybe it was World, the mini National Geographic), there were occasional articles on “decorating your earthquake shoes” or some such. The idea was for the kids living near the San Andreas...

Contradictory Evidence

In Spanish when you say you have “mixed feelings” about something, you have “sentimientos encontrados,” which, when I parse the words, I end up with feelings that run into each other on the street. You know, like that Reese’s Peanut...

Spring

Disclaimer: I know it’s not yet spring. But it’s beginning to look alot that way, so I declare it the beginning of bearshapedsphere’s spring.I have a long history of hating spring, and spring-like weather. Crappy things tended to abound in the spring...

Spring? por favor?!

In honor of the near end of winter, I shall address the freezitude that is a Santiago dwelling in the invernal months here. Sure, in general, it rarely dips below 0 C/ 32 F, which in your estimation is not really cold. Judging by the hits, a bunch of you live in...