I Remember : Roger Radish

As far as a sense of memory goes (is it a sense? A power, a skill?), I’ve been told that mine was not half bad. My buddy Artur was fond of saying, “You have elephant memory.” Artur is Polish, and over in Eastern Europe they don’t bother with determiners. So I was spared the humdrum…

This Ramadhan

          I’m ashamed of letting procrastination get the better of me again.  Leading up to Ramadan, I already had this entry in mind:  specifically to share a video and a comment, and additionally to pepper the content with a few words of my own.  However, with the backlog of posts and life generally passing me…

Lost in Second-Hand Bookstores

          Another second-hand bookstore appears on our stroll down Latrobe Terrace, and I enter helplessly.  I’ve been on a hunt for the infamous Kon-Tiki by Thor Heyerdahl, and since I’ve found no luck on the Kindle store or in the major chains, it’s these little stores that I now turn to in my search. I…

Tangi

          “Jen has a knack of choosing destination-appropriate books,” Phil joked at a dinner they were hosting for us, after recounting their last holiday and the pile of books that made their way into their home.  “Inda is a bookworm!” S exclaimed, unwittingly establishing a clear line of supply and demand.  That night we went…