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Painting badly (sort of) on purpose

Many years ago, I was visiting my family in San Francisco, and my nephew, then small enough to...

Fever Dreams, Painting Badly

Laying in bed in a feverish haze, thank you science, my overreactive immune system (and a 3rd...

6+ months post breakthrough COVID, and an idling motor

And on Day 111, she could smell. No, really smell. Smell that the honey-scented soap that she...

Quantifying the unquantifiable, Getting Better after Breakthrough Covid Infection

Of all the household tasks, perhaps the most vexing is the putting on of the duvet cover. For...

Breakthrough Covid Infection/Infección Irruptiva por Covid, post double vaccination with Sinovac

One of the many tasty things I ate that I could not taste. I could feel the lime though. Read on...

Tales of a Very Aggressive Vegetable in Suriname

In the stultifying heat of Paramaribo, Celeste and I needed lunch. It what our first day together in this city that we both happen to love, for no real reason except that everything about it says, "hey, why are you here?" and "welcome." Everything from...

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Feria report, with tomatoes with real tomato taste

There are times when you go to the feria obligado, you go because you have to, because when you open the fridge there is more space than stuff, and when dinnertime comes, you think, "I could eat rice and yogurt and lemon pickle." (Just me?) Then there are times that...

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I give you: the beansnake, or the midweek Vega report

I was on my way home from the doctor today, for the long-fought asthmapalooza extravaganza, and decided to pop into the Vega. Bought a bunch of stuff, as I am wont to do, and rejoiced at the price of overripe tomatoes, because I am constitutionally incapable of...

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The Best Souvenir, part II, Madrid

It took me a long time to find it, the best souvenir of a trip to Madrid. I don't eat ham, and I don't believe it travels particularly well. I couldn't possibly contain the energy and giganticness and overtouristed and hot and sweaty and perfect glass of gazpacho at...

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Hiking in a dreamed-of place on the Azores

Always. That's how long I've wanted to go to the Azores for. Well, for as long as I can remember. What brought you here is a common enough question whenever you go someplace slightly off the beaten path, but go to the Azores if you never get tired of that question....

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