Karoshi Train Tokyo

“karoshi” Sometimes Japanese people work too much so they have a Japanese word for sudden death caused by overwork or job-related exhaustion. “Karoshi”. This was yesterday on a commuter train to Tokyo. It was dead quiet, as it is impolite to speak or make noise on public transportation. It felt claustrophic with everyone packed in like sardines. Continue reading Karoshi Train Tokyo

The Nature of Deception

    “Like the cuttlefish, it is in the nature of our bodies to change, alter, even to deceive. We do not create patterns for visual confusion with our skin. But with our hands we transform the conditions of our environment in accordance with our needs and tastes. We engage with other forms of life and technologies to generate new bodily comportments, new ways of being.” (Elizabeth R. Johnson 2015) https://thenewinquiry.com/lying-like-cuttlefish/ Continue reading The Nature of Deception

Daddy

I still miss you. Not the old mean guy. That wonderful father of my youth. He of the picnic suppers at the beach, that superhero who cooked steak and chicken and played mandolin beside his kindling campfire. Told us the same ghost stories, we got the same spooky chills,  then we sang all the favorite songs….weekend after summer, year upon year.    Daddy?      Goddamit, I loved you.   Continue reading Daddy

Happy Birthday Mom from the Other Side

  Although I’ve experienced some unexplained phenomena in my life, I remained a rational yet openminded skeptic of the supernatural. But in April I had the strangest of paranormal events happen to me. It was my mother’s birthday. She has been deceased since 2003. She had worked many years in a psychiatric hospital as a nurse. We were very close. I lit a memorial candle for her that day. Later in the day there was a voicemail left for me on my Google voice account. I played it back, and a woman’s voice said, “Happy Birthday Mom, I’m in the … Continue reading Happy Birthday Mom from the Other Side

Guanajuato, Mexico

Guanajuato is intense : its walls are bold slashes of orange and red; the sky is a huge, vivid blue. Yet the climate is so gentle that some here call it “eternal spring”. This old silver Mexican mining town is a complex layering of underground tunnel highways below glittering Spanish Colonial streets. An enchanting historical town center lays below mazes of hillside alleyways. That was a year ago and now I again remember the magic and mystery of this city. Continue reading Guanajuato, Mexico

Callejon Alley

Guanajuato is intense : its walls are bold slashes of orange and red; the sky is a huge, vivid blue. Yet the climate is so gentle that some here call it “eternal spring”. This old silver Mexican mining town is a complex layering of underground tunnel highways below glittering Spanish Colonial streets. An enchanting historical town center lays below mazes of hillside alleyways. I hadn’t really wanted to visit . I was content with our month at Playa del Carmen and the slow, sultry pace of Yucatan’s Caribbean coast .  We’d gotten into a comfortable pattern there: sleep late, walk to the popular “Quinta … Continue reading Callejon Alley