Humidity – thick and sticky like chewed caramel — enveloped me as I stepped off the bus. Summer in Southeast Asia was always unmercifully hot. Murky gray clouds covered the sky and deep puddles dotted the streets of Hanoi. Luckily a light breeze offset the humidity ensuring that I would be able to breathe.
By the time I checked into a hotel and dropped off my rucksack, dusk had settled over the city. It was... read more
Do you have the heart of a revolutionary and the sharp eye of a bargain-hunter? Do you have a Che Guevara t-shirt, but feel like a sell-out wearing it to the mall? Is it possible to score big on Black Friday without becoming a materialistic pig and betraying your vision of peace, love and understanding for the world?
Yes, friend. If you want ...read more
(Dec 22- Jan 20)
Worried about overspending during the holidays, Capricorn? Stressed over those weird looks the boss has been giving you ever since the office Christmas party? Maybe you should work on your drawing skills. You know what they say—if you can draw semi-realistic illustrations of narwhals, you’ll never be out of a job. That’s a thing, right?... read more
First published in Astounding Science Fiction in April 1947, this Cold War era tale opens with Captain Allan Hartley realizing that he is dying. He’s suffered through an atomic bomb blast, though thanks to the narcotic injects from the medics, he’s in little pain. He hears one of the corpsmen exclaim, recognizing him as an author of several books... read more
My girlfriend and I never sleep together. Don’t get me wrong, we’ve occupied the same bed plenty of times. There is nobody I’d rather occupy a bed with. Lots of things two people can do in a bed. But we don’t sleep together. We tried once: fifteen excruciating minutes of odd arm-twisting and uncomfortable weight distribution and hair-in-the-mouth and too-loud nose-breathing, before she and I agreed that neither of us were... read more
Was I so desperate to be loved? Was I so starved for the bonds of family that I would seek out captivity, and make myself a slave?
20 years ago, I quit my job as a phone psychic to go to America and marry a man I had met while travelling. My boss, the witch Kerry Kulkins, called me to say farewell. And, as witches are want to do, she said out of the blue, “It’s about time... read more
Mulla Nasruddin lived far beyond his means, and his creditors were constantly hounding him. It had been going on for years, and after a while, the Mulla became so accustomed to it that it didn’t bother him anymore. He even began to enjoy the whole affair, and treated them with the highest grace and respect. One fine summer evening, a bill collector pounded on the door. “This is Mr. Smith again, Mulla!” he yelled ... read full story
You want panic? Let me show you/ the Maypole dance constructed/ underwater, where the tardigrades/ have resorted to glass instead/ of shotgun flames, the kind you love/ in old movies, in the older country./These outstretched songs are fierce,/ but not enough for you, singer, rock/ collector too good for lava stone, too/ whole for my cracked humming.
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“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe” (Lao Tzu). Trust in the universe. This is the best pasta in the universe! People mean different things when they say “universe.” What does “universe” really mean?
One common understanding is that the universe means the totality of existence—everything that stretches out from our own small eyes... read more
My journey of a thousand miles actually began by sitting down.
I don’t remember a time before frantic. I am a blur between school and work, meals, miles and dishes. How many jobs, managers, phone calls? It would be so much easier if they could just plug me in to the matrix and be done with it. The mental effort required to adapt is exhausting. I have made smiling at strangers a habit, a warmer version of a nervous tick... read more