The backyard is great for conjuring evil plans. Since I’ve been hibernating in Canada’s autumn wonderland, I’ve been reading Hugh MacLeod’s Evil Plans: “Everybody needs that Evil Plan that’s going to pry their lives out of the jaws of crap jobs, cub
Do you ever feel like the laziest version of yourself? Like you were once the kind of person who was known for getting it done and now you’re just Whatevs about pretty much everything? And it’s not even about depression? I think it’s just cozy autumn weather settling
I wonder… If your house were on fire, what would you grab first? To play this game fairly, let’s assume the people and pets are already out of the house. Most people say their photos. Fair enough. These precious and priceless records of their life can’t be replaced.
My nomadic journey started in my underwear drawer. Further explanation is probably required. The other day, I received a comment on my blog from Mandy_Fish who wrote, “Now it makes me curious as to why you are a nomad. I’m going to have to go back to the beginning of your
Not having a home is emotionally exhausting. And after having been on the road since February, I’m feeling it. Yes, I was in Paris for a long time, but the traveler in me couldn’t make it my own home beyond buying myself a comfy pillow. I was still unsure. I was still seei
Steve Jobs 1955-2011 If Steve Jobs ruled the world… I’d go to his iHotel. I would never have to wait in line in a hotel lobby. I could walk into the hotel, having already checked in on my iPhone and use a generated code on my phone to open the door to my room. I’d fl